02-12-2018, 12:58 AM
He is disoriented, stumbling over the brickabrack now strewn across the beach. He aches all over, feeling as though he'd been run over by a herd of angry Clydesdales. He was on his knees again for the umpteenth time when the skies decided to break again. He felt like he was in danger of drowning again, with how the sheets of rain slammed into his battered form. It was very nearly a miracle that he found his way to the system of caves inland. The thunderous downpour echoed in his head, making him groan. As suddenly as it started, it is gone. No... he's simply found a cave entrance. The rain is still falling, but no longer on his back. With a heavy sigh, he makes his way to the wall of the cave, leaning against it's reassuring solidity. Everything hurts, he's sure he's bleeding in at least a couple places, and he likely looks like a castaway rat. Frankly, he's just pleased he's alive at all. Perhaps that's why he didn't hear the telltale breathing that betrayed the cave's other occupant.
Likely this is why he starts so abruptly at the low call, the light touch to his shoulder. He's proud of himself, though. He does not bolt, just snorts in surprise, head tossing just high enough to brush the low ceiling with his ears. The words that follow soon after are soothingly calm, however, and he pauses to try and place the voice. It is one he's heard only once before, he thinks, at the island meeting when Krone took on her leadership. For the life of him, he can't recall the name of the voice's owner. "Ye-"
His response is halted by a hacking coughing fit, the last of the sea dribbling from his lips. His lungs feel as though they've been vigorously scrubbed with pumice rock. Wrinkling his nose in pain, he just nods for the moment, catching his breath again. Feeling better, he lifts his head to face the voice, leaning against the cave wall again. He's so damn tired. "I will be. Nothing like a little wind and rain to remind you you're a mere mortal." He commented wryly. His voice was hoarse with salt water, but then that hardly registered on his pain radar at the moment. He shifted his weight, stretching out unwilling limbs as he did so. "I'm sorry, but I really can't remember your name. I'm Hod, if you're having trouble with mine." He offered with a bashful shake of his head. His hearing felt all wonky, like he had water in his ears still. Probably did, actually. A shiver coursed through him, reminding the young man that he was soaked through and standing in a draft cave. He needed to dry off soon, before some kind of sickness set in.
@[Brennen]
Likely this is why he starts so abruptly at the low call, the light touch to his shoulder. He's proud of himself, though. He does not bolt, just snorts in surprise, head tossing just high enough to brush the low ceiling with his ears. The words that follow soon after are soothingly calm, however, and he pauses to try and place the voice. It is one he's heard only once before, he thinks, at the island meeting when Krone took on her leadership. For the life of him, he can't recall the name of the voice's owner. "Ye-"
His response is halted by a hacking coughing fit, the last of the sea dribbling from his lips. His lungs feel as though they've been vigorously scrubbed with pumice rock. Wrinkling his nose in pain, he just nods for the moment, catching his breath again. Feeling better, he lifts his head to face the voice, leaning against the cave wall again. He's so damn tired. "I will be. Nothing like a little wind and rain to remind you you're a mere mortal." He commented wryly. His voice was hoarse with salt water, but then that hardly registered on his pain radar at the moment. He shifted his weight, stretching out unwilling limbs as he did so. "I'm sorry, but I really can't remember your name. I'm Hod, if you're having trouble with mine." He offered with a bashful shake of his head. His hearing felt all wonky, like he had water in his ears still. Probably did, actually. A shiver coursed through him, reminding the young man that he was soaked through and standing in a draft cave. He needed to dry off soon, before some kind of sickness set in.
@[Brennen]