Recovery

So you got KO'ed in the dungeon. Look, it happens to everybody; rest up, train hard, and get back on your hooves! Submissions to the "Recovery from Incapacitation" prompt should be submitted here.

So you got KO'ed in the dungeon. Look, it happens to everybody; rest up, train hard, and get back on your hooves! Submissions to the "Recovery from Incapacitation" prompt should be submitted here.

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Spa day!
By halfassed, SarKalasia ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Eggbert and Omelette barely made it back to their camp, bruised and battered, skin feeling like an over ripened banana; tender and pulped. While the small foothold he’d helped the others set up had been ransacked during their time in the dungeon, his own was left mercifully alone- perhaps because it was in the dungeons themselves. T...
Eggbert [Recovery 1]
By MunchMonster ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Denver limped his way back to their modest settlement with the lowest spirits he’d had yet, self doubt churning in his guts like so many maggots eating away at what little had been there to begin with. Silky seemed dispirited too, antennae drooping despite its lack of involvement in the battle with those rugged bandits. Callahan was out, and while normally he might have loathed not having her to gripe to, this time ...
Denver [Recovery 2]
By MunchMonster ・ 0 ・ 0
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Resting
By Medd-Lee ・ 1 ・ 0
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Oh Toad
By Miloselfesteem ・ 2 ・ 2
Literature
Traipsing back from the dungeon with his soft companion limp on his back after their failed escapades battered and bruised was bad enough, but worse was the look on Callahan’s face when Denver dragged his sorry ass lamely to their little cluster of tents. It was short lived though when he noticed her own scrapes and tender skin, the two of them ribbing each other until insults turned to laughter, Silky perking up alongside them. Together their voices floated t...
Denver [Recovery 1]
By MunchMonster ・ 0 ・ 0
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Big Personalities Altogether
By DaretoDream0 ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
How Do You Fight Air?   The group had just trotted past the once-sealed door, entering a narrow cave corridor where the cold, yet surprisingly dry walls seemed to close in around them as the ceiling rose higher. The path led them to an ancient throne room, its former grandeur reduced to ruin. Ripped banners, embroidered with long-forgotten sigils and coats of arms...
How Do You Fight Air?
By srcevans ・ 0 ・ 0
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[Gift] Famous last words
By Sush ・ 1 ・ 0
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2.Recovery - Locksley, Boaz, Squire, Lapis
By Jeska ・ 1 ・ 0
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That didn’t go as planned, nap time I guess
By GhostlyOry ・ 0 ・ 0
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Wick recovery
By X-auri ・ 0 ・ 0
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safe and sound
By courvidan ・ 0 ・ 0
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Freedom Fall
By Miloselfesteem ・ 1 ・ 0
Literature
The silence that enveloped them all weighed heavy on their backs. Lorelai swallowed the last from her canteen and lowered it to the ground, her ears tucked back, gaze locked anywhere but her other companions. Everyone laid on the soft grass around each other, not too close nor too far, no more scrapes to patch up to give them something to fill the quiet. It prickled at Lorelai’s hackles, almost as much as her bandages itched against her skin. ...
Always Room to Try Again
By KnightHoneybee ・ 0 ・ 0
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Local horse insists he doesn’t need medical attention— more at 5
By _ouroborosz ・ 0 ・ 0
Content Warning

Content Warning: Mild Cartoony Blood & Injuries

[Gift] So Close To Victory 💔
By Ars3n10 ・ 1 ・ 1
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Fallen
By cloudedbee ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
Melenna collapses onto the grass outside of the dungeon entrance, sides heaving. Wicke is not far behind her, eyes wide and rolling as he skids to a stop under the bright sunlight. He stands still for a moment, nostrils flaring as he takes in great lungfuls of fresh air, then turns back with a panicked look on his face. "Orpheus was right behind me," the black Courser says anxiously, straining to see into the darkened tunnel; no Courser-shaped forms are forthcoming, though, and Wicke s...
that was too close
By courvidan ・ 0 ・ 0
Literature
The four of them flee across the cavern, dodging around ivy tendrils and grasping vines as they thunder across the open garden. Yálie quickly loses sight of his party, so focused on escape that his vision narrows to the yawning doorway ahead of them; fear drives him faster than he has ever run before, giving him a last burst of speed as a tendril slaps across the wide of his back. He kicks out with his hind legs, dislodging the vine, and screams in fear and fury as another tendril of ivy win...
we're breaking free
By finchlings ・ 0 ・ 0