mars is a wasteland

*Halloran* · 08-21-2016, 01:54 PM

(Sorry for the wait!<3)

HELL IS EMPTY, ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE Watching her, trying to fend off the deep pain in his left shoulder and the ache of the glass in his paw, he isn't sure if he's offended her or not with his comment. But her smile draws something similar to his own lips and he settles for concentrating on remaining upright; the temptation to slide down onto his belly and rest oh so tantalizing. Swallowing hard around the sudden dryness on his tongue, Halloran looks down once more to the glass and his paw. Determination floods him as he sees the pesky shard of glass in his flesh and wonders if he'd be able to get it out this time. The success of it giving way just before she arrived had been encouraging, and he didn't want his paw to be a mess with his insistent gnawing and biting. Distracted by his predicament and his, clearly astute, observation of her, he is slightly startled by her laughter. Dazed by the sound, his eyes find her once more, and it takes him a moment to remember what it is he'd said, what she's responding to; his vision suddenly dim around the edges. The wolf shakes his head a little in an attempt to clear it, but the movement pulls on the wounds of his neck and he gets out a frustrated laugh of his own; empty of mirth. The only thing drawing him out of this irritated stupor is her voice and her offer of help. It is, perhaps, the best thing to have happened to him since leaving his...hope, light, redemption?. He didn't even know what to call her nowadays.

My failure.
The one chance to make things right.
It's what he gets for having put all his dreams in one place.

"I would be eternally grateful." And while he was uncertain as to what direction he would take after she helped him, he would, at least, be able to limp a little further than he currently could in his state. My luck has never been so good anyway. wasteland or not, he would find a way, or he wouldn't. Such was life. She's hesitated, her next offer as genuine as the first, and Hall finds a quiet, though jarring, sigh petering out his nose. A pack. It truly was the last thing he wanted to immerse himself in after his recent endeavors. And to owe her as well...he wouldn't just be able to leave. He was creature of debts owed and debts paid, the latter having gotten him into more trouble than the first. If he could ever just ignore the moments of compassion he'd been given in his life, things would have been a lot easier along the road that landed him here. A bit skewed though his code of honor may be, he still possessed one.

"Mm," The sound comes from the back of his throat as he attempts to straighten up a bit more; rich in all the ways of his voice but strained as clenches his jaw against the pain. "A place to rest sounds wonderful." Quiet, his stormy eyes now full of gratitude and kindness, that pained expression from before washed away by her charity. He means to capture her gaze so she knows. There weren't many instances where he'd felt humbled by total strangers, and he adamantly refused help from those he had trusted in the past, but this...things had to be different when he had no resources to fall back on. "Now, about your abilities to patch me up." Some life injects itself back into his demeanor once more as he shifts his eyes away from her and back towards the problematic shard of glass. "If you could help me get this out of my paw, I think I can manage until we get to your parklands." The longer he waited, the longer he stayed still, the more exhausted he grew, and it would only be a matter of time before he wouldn't be able to fight back the shadows that tried to invade the corners of his vision.

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