Post by Niero on Aug 3, 2019 20:08:16 GMT 1
The stocky Lightfoot had to put his head back down. The waves of pain and the blanketing of red that assaulted his vision was too much.
"Oh, you mind yourself to lie still there little one." A childish yet mature voice cautioned from his left side.
If he were at his full mental capacity he would've been offended by the Voice's tone. He would have reprimanded her on how to speak with royalty. After all He is the King of the North.
Alas, the pain overburdened him. He had no choice but to keep his eyes closed.
"What happened?" He blurted with great efffort. His head began to pound harder and waves of nausea swept up his gut. Rolling to his left he emptied his stomach onto what sounded like a hardened surface. "Ugh, what the Frost Ox's ass happened?" He groaned more to himself than the irritating nurse who was attempting to clean his mouth with a wet cloth.
"Well you have a lump on the back of your head and have been asleep for several hours. The Patrol drug you in and said you were.." She paused making Niero believe she was closing her fingers to imply a quote, most obviously forgetting he was blind at the moment "...laying near hawks with no clothing. They drug you through the capitol with a pretty translucent sheet over your feet. Apparently you were dragging it for blocks..."
"THEY DID WHAAARRRGGHH!!!" Niero screamed as another spike of pain shot though the base of his skull and up through hus eyes.
"Calm yourself before you make it worse! You are weak at the moment. You need to rest!" the voice scolded sternly.
The Lightfoot ignored her as he began to remember slapping a meerkat with his Cleaver then feeling a massive stabbing pain in his shoulder. While rubbing his sore acromion he took pleasure in recollecting his axe burying itself into Mutuwa's thigh as Niero spun to capture his assailant. Then frowned at the thought of tripping over Razorback's feet. Then the headache.
Suddendly Niero stood from the bed, obviously barely tolerating his head wound.
Seethingly he hissed at the voice as he slowly forced his eyes to open. "If you think that for one moment I, The King of The Snowfields, will permit this!!" He cursed for a few moments about the disrespect of the Capitol's volunteer guards.
"THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT A KING!! He finished with a bellow.
Stubburnly the shirt and stocky Lightfoot snatched up a tattered thing the used to be called armour to cover his royalties, held his head with his free hand andstomped down the street towardd thd nearest bar.....
"Oh, you mind yourself to lie still there little one." A childish yet mature voice cautioned from his left side.
If he were at his full mental capacity he would've been offended by the Voice's tone. He would have reprimanded her on how to speak with royalty. After all He is the King of the North.
Alas, the pain overburdened him. He had no choice but to keep his eyes closed.
"What happened?" He blurted with great efffort. His head began to pound harder and waves of nausea swept up his gut. Rolling to his left he emptied his stomach onto what sounded like a hardened surface. "Ugh, what the Frost Ox's ass happened?" He groaned more to himself than the irritating nurse who was attempting to clean his mouth with a wet cloth.
"Well you have a lump on the back of your head and have been asleep for several hours. The Patrol drug you in and said you were.." She paused making Niero believe she was closing her fingers to imply a quote, most obviously forgetting he was blind at the moment "...laying near hawks with no clothing. They drug you through the capitol with a pretty translucent sheet over your feet. Apparently you were dragging it for blocks..."
"THEY DID WHAAARRRGGHH!!!" Niero screamed as another spike of pain shot though the base of his skull and up through hus eyes.
"Calm yourself before you make it worse! You are weak at the moment. You need to rest!" the voice scolded sternly.
The Lightfoot ignored her as he began to remember slapping a meerkat with his Cleaver then feeling a massive stabbing pain in his shoulder. While rubbing his sore acromion he took pleasure in recollecting his axe burying itself into Mutuwa's thigh as Niero spun to capture his assailant. Then frowned at the thought of tripping over Razorback's feet. Then the headache.
Suddendly Niero stood from the bed, obviously barely tolerating his head wound.
Seethingly he hissed at the voice as he slowly forced his eyes to open. "If you think that for one moment I, The King of The Snowfields, will permit this!!" He cursed for a few moments about the disrespect of the Capitol's volunteer guards.
"THAT IS NOT HOW YOU TREAT A KING!! He finished with a bellow.
Stubburnly the shirt and stocky Lightfoot snatched up a tattered thing the used to be called armour to cover his royalties, held his head with his free hand andstomped down the street towardd thd nearest bar.....