[The dragon - or whatever they were calling it, dragon-like thing - had been beautiful. D had thought so, weeks ago, when he'd first heard there was something that large lurking under the ice, but actually seeing it has been something else. Perhaps he'd gotten a little distracted.
Or very distracted, as the next thing he knows, he's up in the air somehow and then landing mercifully in a snowbank. That was terrible. He's going to be sore for days, so maybe lying here in the snow will help numb the initial onset of that pain...
Or someone could start shaking him. He diligently keeps his eyes closed at first, willing to fake unconsciousness for a while if he must, but— well it's just not stopping. He frowns, cracking one eye open as he swats irritably at the hand going for his wrist. Can't even let him get a wink in, huh!!]
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Or very distracted, as the next thing he knows, he's up in the air somehow and then landing mercifully in a snowbank. That was terrible. He's going to be sore for days, so maybe lying here in the snow will help numb the initial onset of that pain...
Or someone could start shaking him. He diligently keeps his eyes closed at first, willing to fake unconsciousness for a while if he must, but— well it's just not stopping. He frowns, cracking one eye open as he swats irritably at the hand going for his wrist. Can't even let him get a wink in, huh!!]
I'm not dead, thank you.