Breaking a leg? Not actually that great. If he hadn't already been deeply aware of the severity of a bum leg, he'd have been even more pissed off at himself for going and breaking one of his very important legs. However, this was simply the way things were. He'd been forced into a splint, his bandages were regularly changed, and he knew he was probably never going to walk properly again. He didn't think about that last part very much though. Nah. No thanks. Better to ignore that part.
The dun coloured warrior was hobbling very slowly from his usual spot in his bed (very boring) towards the tunnels (less boring). Desperate for something to occupy his time with besides leatherworking. It was tedious, and his paws were beginning to cramp. There was a very ornery pangolin trailing behind him, watching for the slightest misstep to use as an excuse to herd the injured fool back to bed. Yet the Fatalis goliath did not stumble or falter the whole way, the well worn paths were familiar as the veins that ran through his own meat and muscle. Instead, he emerged into the late evening air with a contented sigh, a little smile toying at his lips. Gunmetal eyes traced over the expanse of sky overhead, the gradual shift of colours from one horizon to the other. He stood in the doorway, easily filling the entire stone entry with his bulk and caring very little about that fact in the moment. If someone needed to get past, they could move him. Right now, the night was young, and the stars would be out soon.
Any other night, he'd probably be starting a patrol soon. Perhaps he would try tonight. A slow, meandering gait with incredibly heavy paws brought the shuffling titan away from the safety of the warrens and out onto the mountainside. Pebble clung nervously to his ruff, tiny ears twitching at the slightest sounds around the odd travelling trio.
"Speech"
