slow-bleeding

Updated: May 24, 2025

Half borne, half dragged betwixt his gaolers, he came on stumbling feet a woeful shivering thing with languid head a-droop; a thing of noisome rags that told of nights and days in dungeon black and foul; a thing whose shrunken nakedness showed a multitude of small wounds, slow-bleeding, that spoke of teeth little yet vicious, bold with hunger in the dark; a miserable, tottering thing, haggard and pinched, that shivered and shook and stared upon all things with eyes vacant and wide.

Jeffery Farnol - Beltane the Smith