pathfinder
09-26-2016, 07:48 AM
Hunger was gnawing at Arsenal, as time had passed since his last meal, which was not much of one at all. Despite this, he had found himself climbing the terrain he was on with much more difficulty than he wanted, struggling to keep himself mostly upright. He was going at a snail's pace, his hunger and the rough terrain both working against him. Still, he kept climbing; heading back would take longer than going forwards at this point, and there was a small resting place not too much further. Arsenal's chest was heaving with the struggle he was going through, and he was feeling less than happy about this decision now.
Finally, when he felt as if he were being better off collapsing to the ground, he reached his resting place, hauling himself up with a loud huff, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. As a breeze blew past, it caused his stomach to rumble, but he waited a moment longer before he sent off, towards the source of the scent. It seemed that there was another who had the same idea, and Arsenal called out, his voice reflecting the weariness he was feeling. "Need any help?"
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