Jesper
08-10-2019, 12:18 PM
Regardless of where you live, a broken leg is a poor prognosis for a horse. Being large in size requires four healthy, strong legs and hooves to survive. If you factor in the rough climate of the Isle, Jesper's odds grow worse and worse as the summer days grow shorter and shorter. The first order of business, after his battle with Sabrina, is to find help. He knew healers existed but, none lived here with him. Well, not that he knew of. Lifting his poll, Jesper emits a loud, distressed bugle to summon any Icicle who may possess the gift of healing. His bronze-tipped lobes remain alert for any return calls to say help is on its way.
The sun begins to move from its highest position and, Jesper still has not heard anything. With a sigh, the black rebalances his mass onto his three, already tired limbs. He hops forward cautiously. The awkwardness of his new gait diminishes slightly and, before long, he is hobbling along slowly. He winces and grunts with each step but, knows that his best hope is to continue. He makes his way to the shore closest to Nerine. He had made the swim many-a-time but, today that would not be feasible. By the time he reached the shoreline, the daystar touched the horizon and, began to slip behind it. Temperatures would fall quickly as darkness falls over the Isle. Fatigued from the battle and, lack of nourishment, Jesper halts. His tired muscles quiver and, his three intact limbs shake. He should rest even if getting up and down is more difficult than walking on three legs. But first! He puts all of his energy into calling out to Nerine for help.
Next, he shifts into canine form to wrap himself in his thick, warm fox pelt. He allows a distressed howl to echo through the cold air before he sinks into the powder crusted grasses (summer reached the Isle but, just barely). Curled up and, off of his feet, Jesper remains alert at first. His self-preservation reminds him that he is vulnerable and, needs to stay awake. His broken right limb is propped out in front of him because it caused him too much pain to try to move it. As the night drags on, he finds it more difficult to fight sleep and, before long he is drifting off.
The sun begins to move from its highest position and, Jesper still has not heard anything. With a sigh, the black rebalances his mass onto his three, already tired limbs. He hops forward cautiously. The awkwardness of his new gait diminishes slightly and, before long, he is hobbling along slowly. He winces and grunts with each step but, knows that his best hope is to continue. He makes his way to the shore closest to Nerine. He had made the swim many-a-time but, today that would not be feasible. By the time he reached the shoreline, the daystar touched the horizon and, began to slip behind it. Temperatures would fall quickly as darkness falls over the Isle. Fatigued from the battle and, lack of nourishment, Jesper halts. His tired muscles quiver and, his three intact limbs shake. He should rest even if getting up and down is more difficult than walking on three legs. But first! He puts all of his energy into calling out to Nerine for help.
Next, he shifts into canine form to wrap himself in his thick, warm fox pelt. He allows a distressed howl to echo through the cold air before he sinks into the powder crusted grasses (summer reached the Isle but, just barely). Curled up and, off of his feet, Jesper remains alert at first. His self-preservation reminds him that he is vulnerable and, needs to stay awake. His broken right limb is propped out in front of him because it caused him too much pain to try to move it. As the night drags on, he finds it more difficult to fight sleep and, before long he is drifting off.
jesper
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