[ Time feels a bit liminal and strange right now, and Ernesto can't say how long he existed in that strange dream-like space. He also can't tell how long he's been struggling to get out of this chrysalis, but he knows that he's felt increasingly distressed as time passed with him still locked within it's confines.
Bursting free and finally spilling out of the thing should feel like a huge relief to him, but instead the minute Ernesto's knees him the rocky ground, a different rocky object smacks him right in the head.
Weakened or not, that was some good aim!
Unfortunately for Ernesto, who places one hand on the ground for stability, and holds the other hand to his forehead as his whole skull throbs in pain over that hit. The floppy ears on top of his head pin back, and he lets out a pained, wordless groan in response to the warning.
What a hell of a way to wake from an already nightmarish dream. ]
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Bursting free and finally spilling out of the thing should feel like a huge relief to him, but instead the minute Ernesto's knees him the rocky ground, a different rocky object smacks him right in the head.
Weakened or not, that was some good aim!
Unfortunately for Ernesto, who places one hand on the ground for stability, and holds the other hand to his forehead as his whole skull throbs in pain over that hit. The floppy ears on top of his head pin back, and he lets out a pained, wordless groan in response to the warning.
What a hell of a way to wake from an already nightmarish dream. ]