Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141030025235/@comment-5543592-20141106211545

(Damnit, I left right as Billy came back.  One quick post.)

Lorcan, lying on the ground where the beast knocked him down, making a gurgling noise. If his throat hadn't been practically destroyed, the gurgling could've been interpretted as a large string of curses. There was a large, wide gash in his neck.

Well this hurts. He thought.  I'm also a little out of practice.  He felt his neck and swallowed. He could actually feel his the contractions of his esophagus.

He pulled the hand away and shifted his mental focus to the pain. Blood was seeping down his neck, soaking his shirt. Lorcan knew he only had seconds before he bled out.

Alright.  He thought. Let's do this.

Almost as if on command, the blood flow in Lorcan's neck stopped and the wound slowly sealed up. He made a slow, queasy gasping sound as color returned to his face.

"I've still got it." Gasped Locan triumphantly. His claws slowly retracted back and the skin folded back into place and healed.

Lorcan staggered to his feet and walked over to the group. He noticed everyone was staring at him. Lorcan looked down at his own blood stained shirt and the blood around his neck.

''You're covered in your own blood. ''"Oh, that's his." ''Nice, pin it on the werewolf. But how'd he'd bleed''? "I stuck him a few times when he was on top of me." With what?  ''How? ''"With his own claws." ''Smooth, Lorcan. Very smooth.''