He's felt pain before -- falling from the heaven and plummeting into the Earth itself. This... isn't that bad. But it comes close.
Pain lances up his wing and arm. An awful, acrid smell -- not unlike burning hair -- fills the air. His vision goes white, blinded by a thousand stars supernovaing all at once as his nerves send signals of pain and danger to every inch of his body. He tries to blink through it, to see the damage, to know that Stephen still stands.
It's a futile effort.
His knees feel weak, his knees no longer able to support his weight. They shake once before giving out, and it's only by some subconscious function that he catches himself. One wing, the still in tact one, curls around himself, a shield against further pain. The injured one flops to the ground limply, still radiating pain into his spine and up into his brain.]
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He's felt pain before -- falling from the heaven and plummeting into the Earth itself. This... isn't that bad. But it comes close.
Pain lances up his wing and arm. An awful, acrid smell -- not unlike burning hair -- fills the air. His vision goes white, blinded by a thousand stars supernovaing all at once as his nerves send signals of pain and danger to every inch of his body. He tries to blink through it, to see the damage, to know that Stephen still stands.
It's a futile effort.
His knees feel weak, his knees no longer able to support his weight. They shake once before giving out, and it's only by some subconscious function that he catches himself. One wing, the still in tact one, curls around himself, a shield against further pain. The injured one flops to the ground limply, still radiating pain into his spine and up into his brain.]