The gates of the walls never seemed small to Ymir, but they never seemed colossal either. They were somewhat stuck in between seeming ornate, gothic, and pretty and also being too unrealistic for purpose, the horses could easily pass through but so could a small titan. As she went through the underpass of the gates she was brought under further restraint from the garrison unit, slamming a steel gag in her mouth as well as chains to keep her feet tied together, only just allowing enough room between them for her to run as the pace that the horses could canter. The steam from ymirs neck wound was more like a stream from a kettle than a gentle cup of tea. It was enough to obscure the tall female's vision to make her trip and fall to her knees on the cold cobbled road leading her to Historia. The rough and unexpected fall wasn't much of a deal for Ymir, she could tell she would get bruising on her knees but she has had worse from staying on them for a long time with Historia on a little escapade, but Levi seemed to have no remorse and picked up the pace with the horses causing Ymir to be dragged behind the captain all down the cobble.
The bruising, the burning feeling that consumes the brain, the feeling that your skin is about to peel from the bone, torn muscles but not in the way you do as a result of working out, what Ymir was experiencing was her literal muscles being ripped from her bone, as if being a victim of a savage dog attack. The steam could have been mistaken for smoke, the fire being seen in Ymir's eyes. She knew she would be tortured but at least she expected it to be semi-formal, if there were a formal way about doing these things. Being dragged through the streets, clothing being ripped, bones breaking and healing repeatedly, screams being muted by the cold metal forced between your teeth. The freckled girl has pride, but she was willing to let it go for one second of reprieve, just one glace through blurred and teary vision of her angel, of her Historia. That would make it all worth it.
The second gate, the slowing down of horses, and a blur of green amalgamated into one fuzzy feeling. It wasn't pain anymore; it couldn't have been as her spine was broken in so many places that feeling was beyond her now. This emotion that Ymir was living was simple but complex, anticipation, she knew this was a simple emotion but what was the reason? Historia? Masochistic thoughts? The cockiness she held, even to herself was fading as the bones and muscles didn't repair as quickly allowing her to feel herself realign her bones, all her vessels constrict and snap back into position, the liquid being battered around inside her veins being forced back to their rightful place.
The horses slowed as they passed through the second gate, the cobble turned into smoother gravel. So instead of being beaten up by big rocks she now chuckled at the thought of being beaten up by little rocks. The cobbles were like war hammers, bludgeoning her person but the tiny splintered rocks were razor blades, instead of crushing the bones like being put in a vice and someone slowly closing the metal round them causing the calcium to fragment and shatter, the flesh was being torn into around them until it hit bone and it chewed through. Fixating her healing into her arms, she endured as much as she could to untwist them from their mutilated form into the toned limbs they were trained to be, forcing all her strength to muster, flip her off her constant rolling to a more stable position but to no avail, everything in Ymir's world went black.