RP: Strange Encounters Who: Tory, Dru When: Eveningtimes, Jan 14 Where: Streets // Dru's room Rating: PG-13ish. Summary: Tory bit off more than he could chew Status: Closed, completed
So he'd discovered that even he had limits.
He'd taken on a rather nasty looking dog, all fire and brimstone in it's eyes and razor sharp teeth and soot-blackened fur. He'd taken it on with one of his stronger blades, anticipating a fight - but anticipating that he'd win with a few cuts and bruises to show for it.
...
Well, maybe he'd anticipated incorrectly. He certainly did have a few cuts and bruises. But the dog had walked away with minimal injuries, and he had fled with a sizable bite on his back leg that was throbbing with a dull sort of pain that radiated through his leg (that made him think that the dog had had a venomous bite) and he couldn't get it to stop bleeding.
Stopping at the side of the road where there was a small tree, he sat, leaning against it and bleeding into the snow, ripping of a thick strip of fabric from his torn pants to apply pressure to the wound.
He closed his eyes, hissing slightly at the pain and waiting for it to fade. He could really use a smoke right about now.