ardent

Where Do We Turn?



Razor

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
116
player
Arian
08-08-2016, 02:01 AM

He was doing a little better, Razor was still trying to figure out how he got here but the days had been good. Though the male wanted nothing more than to get back home it seemed it would be difficult since he didn't know what direction he was going in. He was in no condition to start walking until he collapsed again either. Otherwise he would keep going until he found the edge of this place even if it took days to do that. His paws ached from walking though, and his chest hurt since he had over done himself slightly. Razor wasn't able to find the simple herbs he needed to control himself and he was just thanking the gods that he hadn't had a fit.

Sliding to the damn he sank his front paws into the water smiling to the relief that he felt. He hadn't even realized there was a wolf nearby until he raised his head. Razor was frozen, his sister was right there in front of him. He almost thought he was going insane, a small noise left his throat but nothing else as he let silence slip between them.



"Talk"