[Let's all take slutty ibuprofen together!! No, really, he might at the very least need some painkillers after this--!
Chobe's limp body begins to stir slightly. Fuck. It's been a long damn time since he's been hit that hard that fast. He tries moving one arm, unsuccessfully as it's tangled in his vines and the car's wheel. His one good eye feels blurred. Is he bleeding from somewhere? He uses his other arm to bring a hand to head. Ah! A head wound! Damn, that takes him back.
He's about to try sitting up when he feels the vibrations of the wheels turning on his vines. He grimaces, ripping their roots out so his arm isn't torn off in the process, but perhaps he should have tried moving literally anywhere else first, his legs splayed out and unprotected. And for a car as large as this, it easily snaps and crushes his bones, even if she wasn't going at top speed. If he wasn't fully conscious before, Chobe certainly is now. He lets out a guttural scream as the tires flatten his legs, one grinding enough to tear flesh away, meat and ichor sticking to the turning wheel as its mangled.
WELL. Now he absolutely has to kill this fucking metal box!!!
His legs aren't healing immediately--it's been a while since they've needed to, but Chobe isn't going to wait for that. His arms go dark as bark and claws emerge, and he begins digging into the grill of the vehicle, clawing his way up like a horrible bloody cockroach. One leg gets left behind in the process, but it won't be a problem for long. Finally he manages to haul himself up on to the hood, and a sharp vine immediately stabs at the windshield. LET HIM IN, LAPPLAND!!]
Hahhahahahah, is this how ya treat everyone ya meet?? If yer foot's the problem, how about I tear that off for ya!
CW: gore/bone breaking aw shit here they go again
Chobe's limp body begins to stir slightly. Fuck. It's been a long damn time since he's been hit that hard that fast. He tries moving one arm, unsuccessfully as it's tangled in his vines and the car's wheel. His one good eye feels blurred. Is he bleeding from somewhere? He uses his other arm to bring a hand to head. Ah! A head wound! Damn, that takes him back.
He's about to try sitting up when he feels the vibrations of the wheels turning on his vines. He grimaces, ripping their roots out so his arm isn't torn off in the process, but perhaps he should have tried moving literally anywhere else first, his legs splayed out and unprotected. And for a car as large as this, it easily snaps and crushes his bones, even if she wasn't going at top speed. If he wasn't fully conscious before, Chobe certainly is now. He lets out a guttural scream as the tires flatten his legs, one grinding enough to tear flesh away, meat and ichor sticking to the turning wheel as its mangled.
WELL. Now he absolutely has to kill this fucking metal box!!!
His legs aren't healing immediately--it's been a while since they've needed to, but Chobe isn't going to wait for that. His arms go dark as bark and claws emerge, and he begins digging into the grill of the vehicle, clawing his way up like a horrible bloody cockroach. One leg gets left behind in the process, but it won't be a problem for long. Finally he manages to haul himself up on to the hood, and a sharp vine immediately stabs at the windshield. LET HIM IN, LAPPLAND!!]
Hahhahahahah, is this how ya treat everyone ya meet?? If yer foot's the problem, how about I tear that off for ya!