(Before anyone reads farther, this is a thread for pure evilness and character torture, if you have a sensitive heart, don't read. This will contain violence, wounds, etc and lots and lots of blood.)
The wind was howling through the trees of the forest, low black clouds hanging in the skies, every few minutes a crash of thunder and the light of lightning could be seen above the earth. Rain poured as if it wanted to drown the forest below, no animal was out in this storm. Only foolish people would be out at this point, but one was. Well, he had been there for a long time so it didn't count.
He had simply taken a stroll in the forest and well, lets say it had turned bad. The brown haired man had his hair plastered on his skin, the hotness of it could be felt even in the cold rain. His eyes were looking up at the sky, grey eyes resized in wonderment. He seemed to have forgotten his predicament for the time being as he observed the anger of nature above him.
He was stuck in a potentially deathly situation, what situation might you ask? He was stuck under a fallen tree. It had fallen across his midsection and legs, leaving one broken as well as several ribs shattered. There was a trickle of blood falling to the side of his mouth from where he had bitten the inside of his cheek from keeping any scream inside. He didn't want to get the attention of nonfriendly creatures towards himself.
It was a good thing there had been some rocks to keep him from being completely crushed or he would have been dead. One arm was next to him, hand level to his ears the other was flung aside, hand facing up. His clothing was dirty from the soaking mud and there was some blood on it where the bone of his leg was jutting out. He had worn a raincoat just in case and he was glad for it, it kept him in some measure of warmth.
One branch was pinning him to the ground through his shoulder and he was effectively unmoving. He was pale, but his cheeks were unaturally flushed. He hoped that if he was found it would be by someone who would not eat him. He had trouble breathing and it came out in ragged gasps. He could feel the bones of his ribs grinding into each other in waves of pain each time he moved to breath.
He felt way too hot and dizzy as hell and he could feel the burning of his open wounds, this was just great, now he had an infection and fever to top it all. Lets just say his situation was not pleasant.
The wind was howling through the trees of the forest, low black clouds hanging in the skies, every few minutes a crash of thunder and the light of lightning could be seen above the earth. Rain poured as if it wanted to drown the forest below, no animal was out in this storm. Only foolish people would be out at this point, but one was. Well, he had been there for a long time so it didn't count.
He had simply taken a stroll in the forest and well, lets say it had turned bad. The brown haired man had his hair plastered on his skin, the hotness of it could be felt even in the cold rain. His eyes were looking up at the sky, grey eyes resized in wonderment. He seemed to have forgotten his predicament for the time being as he observed the anger of nature above him.
He was stuck in a potentially deathly situation, what situation might you ask? He was stuck under a fallen tree. It had fallen across his midsection and legs, leaving one broken as well as several ribs shattered. There was a trickle of blood falling to the side of his mouth from where he had bitten the inside of his cheek from keeping any scream inside. He didn't want to get the attention of nonfriendly creatures towards himself.
It was a good thing there had been some rocks to keep him from being completely crushed or he would have been dead. One arm was next to him, hand level to his ears the other was flung aside, hand facing up. His clothing was dirty from the soaking mud and there was some blood on it where the bone of his leg was jutting out. He had worn a raincoat just in case and he was glad for it, it kept him in some measure of warmth.
One branch was pinning him to the ground through his shoulder and he was effectively unmoving. He was pale, but his cheeks were unaturally flushed. He hoped that if he was found it would be by someone who would not eat him. He had trouble breathing and it came out in ragged gasps. He could feel the bones of his ribs grinding into each other in waves of pain each time he moved to breath.
He felt way too hot and dizzy as hell and he could feel the burning of his open wounds, this was just great, now he had an infection and fever to top it all. Lets just say his situation was not pleasant.