Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170921160023

The quiet sound of someone sharpening their knife filled the goat’s ears as it woke up.

They were covered in sweat, their body feeling as if it had been burnt. The disgusting scent of blood flew into their nose, making them grimace. They managed to slowly opened their eyes, their breath coming out uneven and ragged.

Everything hurt- it hurt so much. They could hardly move their limbs without being tired only seconds later.

Tick let out a frustrated whine as they tried to sit up from their place on the floor. Suddenly, as if noticing the goat was awake, the sound of the clinking knife was replaced with quick footsteps, as the goat squeezed their eyes tightly in pain.

A paw suddenly dropped onto their shoulder, keeping them from sitting up.

The animal let out another whine, confused as to why everything was so warm, was so painful and unclear.

“Hey- hey, are you awake now?” a voice- a voice they’ve heard before- asked, as the firm grasp on their shoulder left. The goat managed to open one of its eyes, only to see a blurry picture of abstract objects flying around.

“…Yes” the goat managed, their voice raspy and broken. Tick flinched when hearing it crack, trying to focus their eyes on the thing that might have been speaking to them.

“Good- you’re doing better. Listen, your wound-it’s real nasty. I managed to disinfect it an hour ago, right after finding you. But the skin around the wound is already dead- I need to cut it off. Please- cooperate. Let me help you- It’ll hurt, but you’ll last through it. Okay?” the worried voice announced, as all the goat could do was nod while trying to register what the other was saying.

''…wound…disinfected- skin is already dead…. Cut it off… cooperate- hurt.''

Hurt.

Everything hurt-

-Hurt, but you’ll last through it.

Suddenly something forced its way into the goat’s mouth-

Clearly some piece of wood, neatly cut into a rectangle.

“Bite down, but try not to scream. Zios forbid anyone hears you” the voice continued, as the goat suddenly felt a pressure againced their wounded leg.

The goat contemplated the thought of screaming out loud for a moment-

What if they’re going to be killed? Killed in their weakest state, when laying down on the ground, pain already biting at their insides.

Ress-

Oh lord.

Ress, if Ress were to see them now- they’d cry, and Ress shouldn’t cry. Tick wouldn’t let Ress cry-

Ress wasn’t allowed to cry just because Tick was hurt.

But then again- calling out wouldn’t do anything. They’d just be killed by someone else.

“Clench your teeth on the bark, don’t feel bad if you can’t hold any noises in- I know how much this can hurt. I’m sorry.” The voice muttered quietly, as something pulled at their wound.

Something dug into their skin, something sharp cutting through. The goat’s eyes shot open, everything around them blurring into one big mess. They dug their teeth into the wood, a pained whine shooting out of their throat.

They tried to shake their legs free, but the paw continued to keep their wounded limb in place as the pain doubled.

The goat was going to die- this was all so painful, so damn painful- the sharp edges slicing at the skin surrounding the wound, sometimes brushing over the fresh meat, making the animal cry out in pain. The goat wasn’t sure if it was blood or tears spilling down their face-it all felt the same, all the same but the painful blade slicing at them.

Ress-

Smile for Ress, smile for Ress, smile Ress smile Ress Ress Ress Ress-

The painful cries died down as the goat fell unconscious from the pain.

The tiger continued working over their leg, only glancing at the other when their cries stilled.

They had a pained smile on their face, their teeth still digging into the wood. When the tiger was done, they’d defiantly have to find something for the goat to ea