[Nothing about waking up was pleasant. Every bone was stiff, almost as if it had been frozen into place by lack of movement, each muscle ached, fighting against the chill that had settled into them. Pain pooled into his shoulder and hip where he had been come to rest upon the floor, head ringing as memories came flooding back. Wind still howled angrily outside, but the sky was steadily growing lighter through the icy pane of the nearby window. It was difficult to gauge the exact amount of time that had passed from that moment to this one, but considering just how cold and hungry he felt, it had certainly been over a day.
Bright blue eyes instantly searched the area surrounding him, recalling in his last waking moment's that she had been near him. A soft groan escapes his lips as he tries to push himself upwards, stopping a searing sting crawls upwards from the now opened wound on his wrist.
That was definitely not the most brilliant idea he'd ever had.]
107; Morning; Action
Bright blue eyes instantly searched the area surrounding him, recalling in his last waking moment's that she had been near him. A soft groan escapes his lips as he tries to push himself upwards, stopping a searing sting crawls upwards from the now opened wound on his wrist.
That was definitely not the most brilliant idea he'd ever had.]