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Earth's Pull



Pnuma

Loner

age
1 Year
gender
Male
gems
243
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
30
player
10-20-2018, 03:49 PM
A voice sounded behind him and at first, he didn't realize it was a material one, assuming it was yet another spirit. The voices had quickly switched from relatively calm to fearful and angry. He closed his eyes tightly, the spirits ridiculing him for his stupidity. He shook his head again to try and get them to stop and when he opened his eyes again another canine was in front of him.

He tensed up, his fur rising in surprise and anxiety. Being wounded in front of a much larger, stronger wolf was never a good thing, especially if they're a stranger. However, the she-wolfs face was contorted into a face of equal fear and concern which was the only thing keeping him from running. Well, that and the throbbing pain in his wrist. He had torn the skin and used it to cushion his fall, despite the thin, fragile bones that resided inside it. It happened too quick to realize it would be a mistake.

The she-wolf offered to look at his leg and paired with her gentle voice, he didn't feel the need to hide it. He offered his paw to her, but slowly. The burning feeling in his joint prevented him moving it to make it easier for her to examine. He would allow her to do as she needed to make sure he was alright but would shy away if she made any attempt to touch it. He could see it had a suspicious bump and it was already starting to swell. Even with his limited knowledge of wounds and fractures, he knew the wound was not just a simple cut.

Her question made him swallow nervously. It was already stinging and throbbing tortuously and he just knew moving it would make it worse. He took a deep breath and tried anyway. Pain immediately shot up his front leg and he yelped a high pitched cry.

His obvious show of weakness caused anxiety to creep back into his mind. He brought his injured leg close to his body and leaned away from the female. The spirits were quick to comment on his foolishness. "I-I'm fine. I can move it and I'm fine." He murmured, more to himself than the female. He offered her a reassuring smile, or at least as reassuring he could be in pain.
Plotter
Pnuma is a mild schizophrenic. He is not dangerous but will mention spirits and act strangely. These are not actual spirits and are just
auditory hallucinations.