His face is twisted in a terrible grimace, there's indigo splattered on his face and coating his hands. He is all gnashing teeth and twitching and shivering. He's lucky the blade held steady enough. He's lucky he's a highblood and he's got the strength and endurance and blood for it. Motherthing miracles all over.
He's so fucking cold. He hurts so much it's blinding. His leg is a mass of purple all shredded up, cut were his claws dug in trying to hold himself steady, nothing but a mess at the end of a hazard flayed bits what weren't cut clean, especially not where the bone was being. The bone is chopped at and broke, and the rest is all cut through, but he hasn't quite managed to pull away from the rest of it all. If he was human, he'd be dead, but he ain't.
The blade is still gripped tight in one hand. The other arm's been reserved for leaning on as he pants. The bit of blanket he had in his mouth has long since been bitten through and spat out.
With face paint half washed off, he lifts his head (just barely) up at the new arrival. Sam. Sam's here. Shit...
"It's fine," He says hoarsely. "I'M FINE." He's never lied quite so blatantly. He sees Sam pulling out first aid. "No. I GOT MY OWN. Don't waste... CAN STITCH IT UP."
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He's so fucking cold. He hurts so much it's blinding. His leg is a mass of purple all shredded up, cut were his claws dug in trying to hold himself steady, nothing but a mess at the end of a hazard flayed bits what weren't cut clean, especially not where the bone was being. The bone is chopped at and broke, and the rest is all cut through, but he hasn't quite managed to pull away from the rest of it all. If he was human, he'd be dead, but he ain't.
The blade is still gripped tight in one hand. The other arm's been reserved for leaning on as he pants. The bit of blanket he had in his mouth has long since been bitten through and spat out.
With face paint half washed off, he lifts his head (just barely) up at the new arrival. Sam. Sam's here. Shit...
"It's fine," He says hoarsely. "I'M FINE." He's never lied quite so blatantly. He sees Sam pulling out first aid. "No. I GOT MY OWN. Don't waste... CAN STITCH IT UP."