Folk Tale
The Cookie Monster
Daedalus formed a confused look on his face as he looked down towards his chest, realizing his shirt was on backwards. He looked up with a playful look to his face, he then shrugged for obviously it was too late to do anything about it now. Agreeing with her decision to scavenge the guard barracks he proceeded to go with her, checking the drawers and chests on the opposite room as she was in order to cover more ground. Wincing in pain as he opened everything using only his left hand. He lifted some random clothes from one drawer and he found a cloth shirt that was freshly cleaned. Biting the neck of the shirt he tore the sleeves with his left hand into long strips. After he acquired a few strips he sat onto one of the guards beds and tried to wrap his hand with one of the strips.
"Damnit!" He exclaimed as he accidentally bumped the wound with one of his fingers. This sent a jolt of pain throughout his body, drops of blood splattering onto the floor in a steady and timed fashion. His face scrunched up in pain as he let out a slow and steady breathe. He simply sat there holding his right hand's wrist with his left hand and squeezing tightly. For a few moments he couldn't find himself able to move. The torn sleeves on the bedside next to him, he would try to heal himself using magic but he was too hungry, too thirsty and too tired. He had not slept the entire time he was in captivity and they had not fed or gave him water. Slowly he leaned forward but stopped himself, noticing he almost lost consciousness for a moment.
@Anaxileah
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"Damnit!" He exclaimed as he accidentally bumped the wound with one of his fingers. This sent a jolt of pain throughout his body, drops of blood splattering onto the floor in a steady and timed fashion. His face scrunched up in pain as he let out a slow and steady breathe. He simply sat there holding his right hand's wrist with his left hand and squeezing tightly. For a few moments he couldn't find himself able to move. The torn sleeves on the bedside next to him, he would try to heal himself using magic but he was too hungry, too thirsty and too tired. He had not slept the entire time he was in captivity and they had not fed or gave him water. Slowly he leaned forward but stopped himself, noticing he almost lost consciousness for a moment.
@Anaxileah
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