[Somehow, Vyng managed to survive getting battered in the storm like a piece of driftwood — only to end up thrashing against his captors, driven by the raw instinct of a fish fighting for its life.]
[For his trouble, he got a punch to the gut and a dank cell.]
[He's sitting cross-legged, hunched and tucked away in a corner, wet hair clinging to his pale body like seaweed. He's more like a caged animal than a person. Alone like this, he can barely remember flashes from Before: Loss. Tiny hands. Longing. Hope. Holding onto someone big and soft and important. It's alright. I'm right here. I'm not disappearing anywhere...]
[Vyng snaps out of his listless acceptance of "this must be life now" the moment a cellmate is shoved into the room with him.]
["You can't do this!"]
[That voice. It's a familiar voice. It reminds him of...a very big cat. Almond-shaped feline eyes. And blood—]
[He draws in a sharp breath, mentally flinching away from those images. Thankfully, the voice still serves as an anchoring point. Once he lets himself accept it as familiar and good, he easily redirects his attention to the shitty situation at hand...and properly reveals himself by straightening his back and speaking up.]
Save your energy, friend. These stooges don't play nice.
Overboard - lmk if I need to change anything
[For his trouble, he got a punch to the gut and a dank cell.]
[He's sitting cross-legged, hunched and tucked away in a corner, wet hair clinging to his pale body like seaweed. He's more like a caged animal than a person. Alone like this, he can barely remember flashes from Before: Loss. Tiny hands. Longing. Hope. Holding onto someone big and soft and important. It's alright. I'm right here. I'm not disappearing anywhere...]
[Vyng snaps out of his listless acceptance of "this must be life now" the moment a cellmate is shoved into the room with him.]
["You can't do this!"]
[That voice. It's a familiar voice. It reminds him of...a very big cat. Almond-shaped feline eyes. And blood—]
[He draws in a sharp breath, mentally flinching away from those images. Thankfully, the voice still serves as an anchoring point. Once he lets himself accept it as familiar and good, he easily redirects his attention to the shitty situation at hand...and properly reveals himself by straightening his back and speaking up.]
Save your energy, friend. These stooges don't play nice.