Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 19:52:33 GMT -6
It had been pretty much touch and go for a while. Bones had cracked his head pretty hard on the steps in the underground tunnel, and the concussion he had been left to deal with throbbed and pulsed for days in his head before finally, reluctantly, subsiding. His home had been quiet for days, more so than usual, medics, friends, and chevaliers quietly in and out as they checked up on him, concerned. Bones was highly respected by many in the community, renowned for his limitless kindness and wisdom. As such, the prospect of potentially losing him was not a pleasant thought for many.
The collapse of the Crucible had shaken all of Valore to its very bones, and everyone seemed on edge, if not downright panicked or otherwise anxiety ridden.
Bones had been pretty much comatose for several days now, waking every so often but making little sense when he did. The broken blood vessels in his right eye had yet to heal, giving Bones a distinctly lopsided gaze. It didn't help that he had an enormous bruise spreading on the side of his head either.
His back was torn from falling debris, rump and tail burnt from an explosion, but his forelimbs were the worst, aside from his head. His knees were gashed open from multiple stumbles, bruises running the length of the fronts of his limbs. Those battered old knees were wrapped and stitched up but still swollen and fragile.
As of now, thankfully, Bones was still asleep, covered in a blanket in the sun streaming through the window.
For the first time in a week, he looked truly relaxed. The circular room was warm and dry, thick with the smell of wood and blankets, the cozy comfy smells of home. Outside, the weather couldn't have been more beautiful, golden light bleeding over the clouds in the dawn sky, casting long purplish shadows on the ground, sending bruises across the ruined Crucible. The city was bleeding too, just as battered and broken as one of her king's advisors.
The collapse of the Crucible had shaken all of Valore to its very bones, and everyone seemed on edge, if not downright panicked or otherwise anxiety ridden.
Bones had been pretty much comatose for several days now, waking every so often but making little sense when he did. The broken blood vessels in his right eye had yet to heal, giving Bones a distinctly lopsided gaze. It didn't help that he had an enormous bruise spreading on the side of his head either.
His back was torn from falling debris, rump and tail burnt from an explosion, but his forelimbs were the worst, aside from his head. His knees were gashed open from multiple stumbles, bruises running the length of the fronts of his limbs. Those battered old knees were wrapped and stitched up but still swollen and fragile.
As of now, thankfully, Bones was still asleep, covered in a blanket in the sun streaming through the window.
For the first time in a week, he looked truly relaxed. The circular room was warm and dry, thick with the smell of wood and blankets, the cozy comfy smells of home. Outside, the weather couldn't have been more beautiful, golden light bleeding over the clouds in the dawn sky, casting long purplish shadows on the ground, sending bruises across the ruined Crucible. The city was bleeding too, just as battered and broken as one of her king's advisors.
