I'm in hiding
09-22-2016, 01:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-22-2016, 01:57 PM by Vadim I.)
Vadim was no whelpling anymore, but at 7 months, he still held the obviously lanky frame (with an exception to his rounded belly) of a youth just now hitting the hormones of a pre-teen. He was still very boyish, and the way he felt at the moment- scared and alone- definitely aided to the cherubic look pups often held. As she requested that he come out entirely, he waited for her to move back so that he had room to do so safely, then he deemed it safe and came on out with his entire demeanor ultimately submissive; submission being quite a change in the boy's behavior, but she had little knowledge of that. As he entered the light, the blood staining his body in various areas that had yet to be cleaned would give away the harsher of his wounds. His bruises on his chin and chest were hidden, sore but not radiating a burning pain like the moderate lacerations on his right shoulder, at the front where his shoulder meets his chest, and the severe lacerations on his elbow, right below the tender flesh of his armpit; the front from grazing teeth scratching across his skin and the elbow from an actual landed bite. Although the bleeding of his tongue had slowed, the severity that it had bled with at first still made him slightly concerned about the puncture wounds his teeth had put through it, so lifting his bloodied chin he'd open his maw and present his coiled tongue, pink froth made up of a mix of saliva and blood surrounding it. He closed it again after he was sure that she got a good look at it and perked his ears obviously toward the mention of food. If it wasn't obvious by the gut that pulled on his stomach, the boy had an appetite unlike any other and would nod his head in compliance quite eagerly. |
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