Pocketful of Moonlight
02-15-2018, 05:11 PM
Bruised but not broken, Dragon made his way to the plains for some water, his throat parched after the long fight with Ashiel. He hadn't scented anyone come by yet, so maybe the rest of his pack mates had left or followed the new alpha. Whatever the case, Dragon walked quietly under the moonlight, the smell of the grasses and herbs soothing him. Shiva walked quietly nearby while Kimahri had gone off to hunt a meal for them, but the earthen male didn't think he could really eat right now. He was too exhausted from the fight and was quite ready to go to sleep.
Approaching one of the small ponds, he waded into the shallows, allowing the cool water to wash over his cuts and bruises and soothe his aching muscles. When he lowered his head to take a drink, he felt the smallest trickle of blood flow down his face and suddenly remembered about the attack from Ashiel's bird. The painful throbbing began to beat, the male sighing. He was sure Arke would be along at some point, he wasn't going to bother calling for his brother. It wasn't like the wound was fatal or anything. With that in mind, he waded back to the bank and lied down, finally taking the chance to really rest for the night. |
Dragon never goes anywhere without his Dragon armor, assume he is always wearing it unless otherwise mentioned! He also has a pair of seeing eye jaguars, assume they're always present unless otherwise mentioned.