Spell my name now

*Vereux* · 01-10-2016, 02:09 PM

Wolves under pain did seem to not rationalize things. He was glad he had managed to deter his own conversation. As Starling called him clumsy, Vereux laughed. Clumsy maybe, bad luck was something he had a magnet for. “I am the bringer of bad luck!” he exclaimed almost happily. Lifting up his snout slightly until Starling told him his tail was broken - he figured as much. “A boulder fell on it and rolled off.... bad luck again.” he shrugged his shoulders.

Vereux would hear foreign words come to his ears. Nodding his head to the last instructions he took a few breaths. “Rodger that, I'm ready.” Vereux let his paws spread into the dirt. He kept his breathing steady and himself calm. Pain was nothing he reminded himself, pain was knowing he was alive and breathing. After all - he had fought to the ends of the earth for this life.

“I speak”

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