Gonyaul Awakens

JP with Lorem, Bandorchu, Redsword, and Cindy

What an interesting experience, Gonyaul thought as his conscience returned from a whimsical lucid dream. He began checking his senses and awareness of his present state.

His eyes slowly opened and rolled into focus. He was staring face down at the ground. He could see from a side glance the runway of flattened grasses the Luger made with his body. He noticed some moving boots, which easily identified who was nearby. And he saw an ant venturing closer to his face, to which he blew a little puff of air to keep it from accidentally venturing up his nose.

This caused some of the dust and dirt to shift. He could taste the dirt and grass that had been forced into his mouth and touched his tongue during the incident. His nostrils could smell the blood mixed with the other scents from his immediate environment; though the strongest scent was that of the earth.

He could hear the horses trying to be settled, the commotion of the others as they were hustling about to ensure another attack wasn’t coming, and the sounds of those attending to him.

Gonyaul could feel the pain in his body as the muscles were seizing up to guard against the trauma. The headache was annoyingly drumming though he asked for it to stop. And he felt the pain in his back from the Luger’s claw slash and whatever they were doing to tend to it. It oddly felt like the tattooing pain he experienced in the past.

His voice sounded grateful to be alive, but rolled out with a tired tone. “Did I get it?” He was trying to make merriment of a bad situation.

In addition, he could feel his upper body was naked for them to get to the wound. For the first time, save Islana, all the Vauxian beautiful and extensive discoloration tattoos were on display for all to see.

Gonyaul was awake. Islana could tell by the way he quipped about whether what or not he had gotten it, a relief to hear his voice.

Islana could only think, only Gonyaul. The wound looked nasty but not as bad as it could have been.

Alexis breathed a sigh of relief as Gonyaul came around, but didn’t let her guard down yet.

“Depends on what ‘it’ entails. How are you?”

Gonyaul smiled weakly. He couldn’t really move around to get a better view due to whatever they were doing with his back at the moment.

“I alive, so doing good. New mark adds to my story.”

And it was probably going to be a very manly looking scar, something few alive could say they had, he joked to himself.

“How you? All safe and well?”

Islana moved closer to the group.

"Yes, you can it to your collection, story and all."

It was also like Gonyaul to ask about the others.

"We're fine."

“Good. Good” he rested his head down onto the ground.

He could sense everyone was still on edge. No doubt from the present danger still at large and out of any concern for him. He tried to lighten the mood yet again so perhaps they could focus on just one of the two.

“Tell Amu, I no longer able to give back ride as promised.” He wrinkled his nose and smirked to indicate he was joking around; it looked adorable.

Giving a sigh of relief Wolf at Gonyaul his eyes now open and his bleeding stopped. Wolf took the instructions from Nicolaus as he bandaged Gonyaul just after the attack. Wolf wanted to learn more about medicine but this was not what Wolf had in mind. "You will be fine with that joke Gonyaul." Wolf said looking over the bandages one more time.

Islana shook her head and gave a little smile at Gonyaul.

"I'll be sure to give Amu that message."

He did look cute with that look on his face and she played along for him. No one needed to know, she had every intention of actually passing on what Gonyaul had said.

Did the redhead really know that Amu really understood her? Of course not, but it worked to calm them down and it didn't hurt anything so why not? Besides, Islana firmly believed animals understood more than most people gave them credit for.