a New Land, a New Start
10-07-2017, 07:11 PM
He wasn't sure what hurt worse - was it his body or his pride? Maybe they hurt equally? It was hard to tell, but one thing he knew for sure was that he felt like utter crap. Then again the feeling had been there since his mother had left them with their father to go find the nomads to cure Surreal. The grudge had slowly come back. Maybe if she hadn't left them to go on a stupid mission she wouldn't have been sick and everything would be fine. Maybe Creed hadn't realized that he was getting old and taken them to the south. Maybe he wouldn't have told Valor about where Glaciem had been and maybe he wouldn't have led Creed right to his death by the jaws of that woman. it wasn't really his mother's fault Creed had died, or why he was here right now, but he was just bitter. He felt like his entire life since his mother had left had been one giant shit show. Being taken prisoner by Talis, by his cousin no less, was just the icing on the cake. He'd kept to himself since arriving in Talis. He wasn't sure what he was, or wasn't, supposed to be doing, but he supposed he'd find out. He wasn't even sure if he was allowed to leave the pack lands, but he supposed he'd find that out too. Considering he hadn't been told not to yet then he could use that to his advantage later. In the mean time he wasn't going to wait around in the pack awkwardly to find out. He had nothing to do and at this point he was willing to test the boundaries. So he'd left Talis and headed off towards the closest territory next to Talis. He wasn't going to go too far considering he still needed healing from them. That and he was going to demand answers at some point. Why had he been taken prisoner by his own family? What had been the point? The better question was, did anyone back home miss him? Did they even care? Fable had up and disappeared and Justice had been the only one, with Reg, to go look for him and Creed. Would his mother even notice his absence? Sure, he imagined losing Surreal was hard on her but she had kids to care about, especially since her damn mate had died. Why couldn't she snap out of it? His snout crinkled in irritation as he thought about it before he remembered that it was still scabbed over. He let out the softest of whines at the pain and tried to relax his muscles again. He didn't mind the bruising to his ribs or shoulder, but the wounds on his lower jaw and muzzle were enough to make him angry. It was hard to eat without the scabs ripping over again and he hadn't exactly done the best job at keeping them clean either. THUD! Another yelp of pain, this time louder, escaped him as he walked face first into a tree. The fresh scabs on his face broke open again and blood began trickling down from his muzzle. His nose now stung too and his pale tongue swiped out to lick the blood away. Well this was great. He couldn't even have a good time escaping without running into some sort of trouble. Stupid tree. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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