Volker liked mountains, but the Spine was proving to be a formidable opponent. He was picking his way carefully up an incline, tracking mountain goats far more spry than he. Volker was older, but strong, with bright blue eyes that scanned the rocks for his prey. He was burning quite a few calories on this little expedition; his arms burned with effort from pulling him over small ledges. His legs felt like gelatin. It was a good thing, and Volker liked work.
He put his foot on a flatter rock, and pushed upward to get another foothold. The rock held, for a few small moments...then slipped. Volker snarled as he slid backward, showering the hill beneath and behind him in gravel. If he hadn’t startled them before...he looked up to see the goat fleeing up a rock face. Damn! He bared his teeth and shifted to find another foothold. That gave instantly, and he felt his leg slide down between two rocks, catch, and something in his leg snapped.
An unholy roar ripped loose from him and he froze, clinging to the rocks. He squeezed his eyes shit, hissing through the pain. His leg. He eyed it. Broken. Volker slowly shifted, tears springing into his eyes from the pain, and sat. He tried to dig his leg out, but every time more small rocks filled in the hole.
His patron was silent. Oor might come and save him...in a few days, when he felt like it. Volker tugged sharply, and nearly passed out from the pain. He was quite definitely stuck.
He put his foot on a flatter rock, and pushed upward to get another foothold. The rock held, for a few small moments...then slipped. Volker snarled as he slid backward, showering the hill beneath and behind him in gravel. If he hadn’t startled them before...he looked up to see the goat fleeing up a rock face. Damn! He bared his teeth and shifted to find another foothold. That gave instantly, and he felt his leg slide down between two rocks, catch, and something in his leg snapped.
An unholy roar ripped loose from him and he froze, clinging to the rocks. He squeezed his eyes shit, hissing through the pain. His leg. He eyed it. Broken. Volker slowly shifted, tears springing into his eyes from the pain, and sat. He tried to dig his leg out, but every time more small rocks filled in the hole.
His patron was silent. Oor might come and save him...in a few days, when he felt like it. Volker tugged sharply, and nearly passed out from the pain. He was quite definitely stuck.