09-08-2018, 12:10 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]The first crack of the whip unleashed a torrent of fire against his spine. He shouldn't have done what he did and he understood this now. Though he had expected some form of punishment to come he hadn't thought it would be something like this. But then again having Dante as his master left no room for error, nor room for any sort of mix ups, no back sliding. The second crack of the whip against his back caused his eyes to roll from the intensity of the pain that almost made him pass out. How many was he supposed to get? Ten. Could he survive ten? Three and four tore open his already tender skin and left wide slashes that began to bleed. It was a slow bleeding as if the fluid was too thick to leave the body. The tone of the blood was a strange grey, that dripped as it sluggishly made it's way through his fur. His breathing was harsh and he squeezed his eyes shut to attempt to ready himself for the others as there were six more to go. His jaw trembled and he tried not to allow a whine to leave his throat. He deserved this for his disobedience but he knew what he had done was right. He couldn't allow for that Tanglewood member to go on and suffer when she hadn't done anything to offend anyone here. She had just been plucked from her home with no other reason but to satisfy someone else's sick wishes.
Five and six followed swiftly and the large creature almost immediately lost consciousness, head lolling to the side as too shallow breaths left his throat. What happened after that he didn't know as the seven, eight, nine, and ten he vaguely remembered. Each strike against his body tired to bring him back to consciousness but it seemed he refused to do so. How long he stayed out the slave didn't know but when his eyes opened up he felt sick to his stomach. Just small twitches of his legs sent pain through his back and lower form. A whine finally left his throat as he tried to look around and see where he was but he could barely lift his head. The taste of blood was in his mouth and he felt the grey substance drip from the corners of his mouth. His back was nothing but a coating of blood and angry dark grey red tinged flesh that was exposed to the world above. Slowly he pushed himself to stand but almost immediately he stumbled and fell back down, head dragging against the ground. A part of him wanted to vomit but he already knew nothing would come up as he hadn't eaten in days. So he laid there, taking in what air he could to sustain himself, eyes flicking around from where he laid near a broken down building.
Five and six followed swiftly and the large creature almost immediately lost consciousness, head lolling to the side as too shallow breaths left his throat. What happened after that he didn't know as the seven, eight, nine, and ten he vaguely remembered. Each strike against his body tired to bring him back to consciousness but it seemed he refused to do so. How long he stayed out the slave didn't know but when his eyes opened up he felt sick to his stomach. Just small twitches of his legs sent pain through his back and lower form. A whine finally left his throat as he tried to look around and see where he was but he could barely lift his head. The taste of blood was in his mouth and he felt the grey substance drip from the corners of his mouth. His back was nothing but a coating of blood and angry dark grey red tinged flesh that was exposed to the world above. Slowly he pushed himself to stand but almost immediately he stumbled and fell back down, head dragging against the ground. A part of him wanted to vomit but he already knew nothing would come up as he hadn't eaten in days. So he laid there, taking in what air he could to sustain himself, eyes flicking around from where he laid near a broken down building.