Post by Wild Dog on Jul 14, 2010 18:08:06 GMT -5
Well, all in all, things could have been a lot worse for me. Apart from a bruised head, I felt fine. The fall off the cliff was enough to keep me asleep for hours. Laying in my crook of my arm was my spear. the dull brown and green of the weapon comforted my, as it gave some stability to the world around me. Dimly, I remembered falling off that cliff trying to save another, but I can't summon up a face to fit that person.
Groaning, I sat up. The sky looked cloudless, but it was hard to discern. The night seemed to blacken everything. As my head felt like it was spinning, I could barely get a grip on my surroundings. Grass streched out for miles before me. Behind me was a cliff. No trees were in sight, but a lazy creek crawled before me. Perfect. As I tried to stand, a sharp stab of pain shot into my head. Looking down, I saw that my left leg was twisted and bloody. Gingerly touching it, I winced when the pain shot up again. hmmm, broken, but not bad I thought. Well, this isn't the first time I've had to patch my leg. I could distantly remember the last time. When I was a assasian, I fell off a castle wall with an arrow stuck in my arm. Bloody archers! I never did like those cowardly pigs who called themselves soldiers. Well, they do have their uses.
After finnishing tying my leg up, I hobbled over to the creek, using my spear as a walking stick. Gasping, I washed my face in the water. Glancing down, my face sprung up at me. Quitly, I began to gather sticks and twigs for a shelter. My cloak could be used as a tent, but I needed something better or I would never get to sleep.
Groaning, I sat up. The sky looked cloudless, but it was hard to discern. The night seemed to blacken everything. As my head felt like it was spinning, I could barely get a grip on my surroundings. Grass streched out for miles before me. Behind me was a cliff. No trees were in sight, but a lazy creek crawled before me. Perfect. As I tried to stand, a sharp stab of pain shot into my head. Looking down, I saw that my left leg was twisted and bloody. Gingerly touching it, I winced when the pain shot up again. hmmm, broken, but not bad I thought. Well, this isn't the first time I've had to patch my leg. I could distantly remember the last time. When I was a assasian, I fell off a castle wall with an arrow stuck in my arm. Bloody archers! I never did like those cowardly pigs who called themselves soldiers. Well, they do have their uses.
After finnishing tying my leg up, I hobbled over to the creek, using my spear as a walking stick. Gasping, I washed my face in the water. Glancing down, my face sprung up at me. Quitly, I began to gather sticks and twigs for a shelter. My cloak could be used as a tent, but I needed something better or I would never get to sleep.
