02-11-2016, 12:51 AM
When he awoke, he was alone.
He didn't remember much. He only remembered blinding rage. Not even what caused it. Just the pain, and anger. A scalding, unbearable pain in his left arm jolted his senses up and at 'em, and he turned to see what the problem was. What he saw, or rather didn't see, shocked hin hard, and would be sticking with him for a looooong time. His whole arm was... Gone. Out of the blue, just disappeared.
A scream of shock could be heard as he stared at the crude patching that seperated the blood and oil from the dirt, as he stood fast, and wildly turned about, and looked for the missing appendage. Nowhere to be found, as suspected. He nearly started telling off his attackers... Attackees. But he refrained. That would attract them. So he hunted for his knife, which was also gone. Come on, you cut off his arm, then ransack him?
"Son of a fucking BITCH!" This wasn't good at all. With a scowl, he stalked off, avoiding anyone. What he needed to do was stay calm. If he let anger consume him, death was sure to follow suit. Dinner was short, basic fruits and no meat, He had no teeth to chew that with. He took another look at his lost limb, or where it should be, and a weak laugh came from his throat.
"Hey... It's... Hah... Just a flesh wound."
What else could he say when his arm's off?
He didn't remember much. He only remembered blinding rage. Not even what caused it. Just the pain, and anger. A scalding, unbearable pain in his left arm jolted his senses up and at 'em, and he turned to see what the problem was. What he saw, or rather didn't see, shocked hin hard, and would be sticking with him for a looooong time. His whole arm was... Gone. Out of the blue, just disappeared.
A scream of shock could be heard as he stared at the crude patching that seperated the blood and oil from the dirt, as he stood fast, and wildly turned about, and looked for the missing appendage. Nowhere to be found, as suspected. He nearly started telling off his attackers... Attackees. But he refrained. That would attract them. So he hunted for his knife, which was also gone. Come on, you cut off his arm, then ransack him?
"Son of a fucking BITCH!" This wasn't good at all. With a scowl, he stalked off, avoiding anyone. What he needed to do was stay calm. If he let anger consume him, death was sure to follow suit. Dinner was short, basic fruits and no meat, He had no teeth to chew that with. He took another look at his lost limb, or where it should be, and a weak laugh came from his throat.
"Hey... It's... Hah... Just a flesh wound."
What else could he say when his arm's off?