As the pain wracked him Kurze stumbled to the side and would have surely fallen if he hadn't clumsily gropped at outcroppings of rocks to stay on his feet even if it was in an ungainly fashion. His other hand went to his throat, curving around his neck trying in vain to stop the pain there. Once the pain subsided he steadied himself and stood straight once more. He could hear the others talking about marks but could not see one, perhaps if he had one it was somewhere he could not easily see it. The dull ache in his throat made him decide to stay his tongue a little while.<br/><br/>The flowing lines of the mark went around his throat and a little downward onto his collar bone, from top to bottom about seven inches in length and about three and a half wide.