[ Everything moves sideways for a moment, and Quick feels like he's going to hurl. He shudders at the touch, the words, revulsion in his chest, and that seems to make it all the more likely- But he's too woozy still to even bare his teeth at his new master.
Leashed. But not tamed. But for now, he hurt too much to express it.
Probably a good thing.
He moves, slowly. Every time he does his vision spins, dizziness threatening to drown him. But Quickman is stubborn, so stubborn. He flips himself over to his hands and knees at first, though the movement makes him gasp with new errors. Then, slowly, nearly stumbling into falling over again... He stands. Everything's too long. His legs quake like a baby deer's, unsure of their new lengths. He's... Taller? The surface of that betraying hand is too far away compared to what it should be.
It makes him nearly sick.
He can taste the ash of his would-be home on his teeth again, mixing with the copper and aluminum. ]
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Leashed. But not tamed. But for now, he hurt too much to express it.
Probably a good thing.
He moves, slowly. Every time he does his vision spins, dizziness threatening to drown him. But Quickman is stubborn, so stubborn. He flips himself over to his hands and knees at first, though the movement makes him gasp with new errors. Then, slowly, nearly stumbling into falling over again... He stands. Everything's too long. His legs quake like a baby deer's, unsure of their new lengths. He's... Taller? The surface of that betraying hand is too far away compared to what it should be.
It makes him nearly sick.
He can taste the ash of his would-be home on his teeth again, mixing with the copper and aluminum. ]