ardent

Shimmer in the Sunlight



Lament

Somnium

age
4 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Extra large
build
Light
posts
187
player
Glacier

The Ooze ParticipantTrick 2019
04-29-2019, 01:39 PM


Lament was no healer, and well he stood stoic before the panther, her side deeply gashed, his shoulder leaking blood, he questioned what he would do once this was over. Their first clash had left him victorious, and the huntress was reluctant to tangle with him a second time. He didn’t flinch, eyes stern upon her as he waited for the moment, ah, there it was.

She broke free, turned, and ran back into the gorge. Her lithe movements hampered by the heavy thud of her pain with each step. He continued to watch until she was no more, and only then did he sway, cursing softly his misfortune to run across a creature of the jungle at the edges of the flatland.

Despite his frustrations, his face was carefully swept blank, and his paw occasionally fidgeted this way and that, as through it had a mind of its own. He turned himself then, placing his paw on the earth, a soft whisper of breath escaping him. Curses, but she had gotten him good.

He kept his limping to a minimum as he moved with intent in the opposite direction the panther had fled. He was certain, despite the unknowns, that he was no healer. Any herbs about him were unknown to him. Strange even, as through that which he had once known where vastly different. It was the little things like that that told him he was far from home.

He hunkered down in the tall grasses where he could sit mostly out of sight for the moment. He brushed a tongue across the wound, spitting blood as his paw gestured his frustrations. He stilled as he heard movement not far from his place of hiding, and would glance in that direction to see the white brush of fur like a banner rising above the coverage. He was not alone here. He straightened, facing her in a way that didn’t immediately display his wound. “Gentle Greetings, My Lady.” he murmured gently, his soft voice pitched just enough to reach her. He stood still, his words and his manner displaying himself as no threat to her, through there was a cautious coil in his powerful muscles.

"Speech"|"Ademic"