the king returns

*Gerhardt* · 07-20-2013, 04:33 PM

His body ached as he paced slowly across the Seracian border. Amethyst eyes hung low despite his recent victory in battle. He didn't take pride in harming his ex wife, even if she was mentally disturbed and out to ruin his entire life. He had a feeling he'd done quite a bit of damage to her leg - more than he'd actually intended to, but some part of him couldn't deny how good it had felt to vent some of his frustrations. It hadn't felt so good to have Adette's weight on his back, ripping away at his scruff. He knew a lot of fur and flesh had been lost where she'd latched onto him, and the blood that had trickled down the sides of his neck and back had been testament to the damage she had caused. Gerhardt knew he'd need one of his healers to clean up the wound before it began to fester, but he didn't quite have the strength or the drive to call for one. Someone would find him soon enough, for now he just wanted to rest. The King rocked onto his haunches, and then further until he was lying down. He twisted and rolled onto his right side and heaved a sigh of relief. It felt good to be off of his paws in a land where he felt safe. His mind wandered, shifting to what he could recall of the fight. Much of it had been instantaneous - instinctive. He hardly even remembered who had been there to cheer him on. Robin hovered over his head, casting a shadow across his face. She landed near his head, clicking her beak affectionately. "It was a battle well won, Gerhardt." The King sighed, rolling his eyes. Sure doesn't feel like it. The battle hadn't even been that long, but the King knew it was mental exhaustion that dominated him now. Adrenaline still pumped in his veins, keeping the physical pain at bay - for now. His scruff still bled and ached, but not as badly as it would in the morning if he didn't see a healer fairly soon.

Speech,

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