Exton

Pain. Goddess it hurts. Voices echo in his head. So many voices. Miko blocks them out and begins to take stock. Sword arm is broken, hands... pain shoots through them at the mere thought. Breathing needs to be shallow...

Something is rubbed under his nose. The strong smell of crushed herbs makes his head pound. A groan escapes his lips. Someone wraps his hands as he tries to tug them away. Anger builds, burning. He doesn't even have the strength to pull away? He hears his name and cracks open his eyes.

"Miko, *despierte al hermano."

Almond shaped eyes close against the flashing colors.

"No."

The single word brings laughter. There is a tingle as his brother leans over him.

"^Despiértelo, maldiga."

Miko keeps his eyes closed, his words soft with the pain. "I said no. Fuck you, NO."

"'Usted es un asno. Just for that..."

There is a spark, a jolt that races through his body. Miko arcs against the pain, moaning at just how GOOD it feels. His body shudders, then collapses. A sighs escapes his lips, followed by "Merde, that's good shit."

His eyes open slowly. "Where is that fucking shadow? Who has my hatpin?"

Miko slowly pushes himself upwards. His wings flex, scattering sparks, and he winces. He stands shakily, cradling his arm.

"Miko reporting, Truant..." he wobbles, wings sweeping the towel as they fan. "Fucking ow... what the hell am I...  Message sent to Herne by Hound. Spyder and Chyro trailing the shadow... Who's got my hatpin?" 

He balances carefully, swaying with each wingbeat. "I want the creep who hit me..."

His feet slide, wings beating frantically. Suddenly he is sitting, holding his arm. There is a stunned look on his face.

"That hurt, madre y dios! That fucking HURT."


*wake up my brother.

^wake up, damn it.

'You are an ass.