Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2017 23:18:17 GMT
One second, he was standing in a field surrounded by "friendly" forces, the grass gently rubbing against his feet. The next second an intense burning that spread through his entire body that caused him to double over and drop to his knees. His breathing became ragged, and just as he thought he was dying, the pain stopped as sudden as it appeared. What sort of new torture was this? Opening his eyes, he realized he was somewhere new. He lifted his head and peered around, one of his hands reaching for his spear that he had dropped nearby. Once his meaty fingers wrapped around the shaft, he pushed himself to his feet and brought his shield up. Where was he? What sort of sorcery did the Elders devise to bring him here.
Behind him, there was a faint clicking of dog nails on a stone floor, it was a slow click, almost as if the creature had just dropped down from some point nearby. Ghesh spun around quickly to face the possible threat. It was a rather large dog. Stocky. But more notably, it split at the neck and had 2 heads. The hair along the spine was fairly long, while the sides of the creature was short haired. The creature appeared to almost have a permanent snarl across both faces, however it wasn't growling. Not that Ghesh could tell. This didn't seem like the normal nightmare he was regularly subject to. Something told him this dog was familiar with him, that he could trust it. The dog moved closer, climbing the stairs towards him. Instinctively, Ghesh began to back up, stopping when his foot found the edge of the platform and he fell backwards, splashing into the pool between flights of stairs. He was not a water dragon. He hated deep water. He felt his lungs take water and that simply flashed him back to previous torture sessions at the hands of the filthy cow Rognorr. Kicking vigorously and using his shield arm quite a bit to just keep himself from sinking further, he managed to get over and get a hand on the ledge. He was able to start pulling himself upwards to safety.
When he was about to get his elbow over the lip, his wet hand slipped and he began to sink again. Until a pair of jaws latched onto his forearm and began tugging backwards. With the assistance of the devil dog, Ghesh got himself pulled up out of the pool and flopped, coughing water up followed by some heavy breathing. Once he caught his breath and emptied his lungs of water, he looked up to the dog who had sat down, both heads looking concerned for him. With a large exhale, Ghesh brought a large hand up and placed it on one of the heads, scratching it softly. "Bensvelk drot." he stated in his native tongue.
He glanced over to the pool and spotted his spear at the bottom of it. Great. That's where it will stay.
(For reasons of Character editing and reverting, I'm reposting this. I want it known that this post had originally been up for a week before my followup post)
Behind him, there was a faint clicking of dog nails on a stone floor, it was a slow click, almost as if the creature had just dropped down from some point nearby. Ghesh spun around quickly to face the possible threat. It was a rather large dog. Stocky. But more notably, it split at the neck and had 2 heads. The hair along the spine was fairly long, while the sides of the creature was short haired. The creature appeared to almost have a permanent snarl across both faces, however it wasn't growling. Not that Ghesh could tell. This didn't seem like the normal nightmare he was regularly subject to. Something told him this dog was familiar with him, that he could trust it. The dog moved closer, climbing the stairs towards him. Instinctively, Ghesh began to back up, stopping when his foot found the edge of the platform and he fell backwards, splashing into the pool between flights of stairs. He was not a water dragon. He hated deep water. He felt his lungs take water and that simply flashed him back to previous torture sessions at the hands of the filthy cow Rognorr. Kicking vigorously and using his shield arm quite a bit to just keep himself from sinking further, he managed to get over and get a hand on the ledge. He was able to start pulling himself upwards to safety.
When he was about to get his elbow over the lip, his wet hand slipped and he began to sink again. Until a pair of jaws latched onto his forearm and began tugging backwards. With the assistance of the devil dog, Ghesh got himself pulled up out of the pool and flopped, coughing water up followed by some heavy breathing. Once he caught his breath and emptied his lungs of water, he looked up to the dog who had sat down, both heads looking concerned for him. With a large exhale, Ghesh brought a large hand up and placed it on one of the heads, scratching it softly. "Bensvelk drot." he stated in his native tongue.
He glanced over to the pool and spotted his spear at the bottom of it. Great. That's where it will stay.
(For reasons of Character editing and reverting, I'm reposting this. I want it known that this post had originally been up for a week before my followup post)
