what's left of me

*Gerhardt* · 07-23-2013, 08:10 PM

The dull ache in the back of his neck was almost gone, but was still very much present when he extended his neck down to drink, or up to howl. He'd forgotten it until he moved to bring his head back to it's normal plane, though he winced as he did so in remembrance of the wound he'd received. The thick fur had begun to grow back in number, and it was beginning to be quite difficult to tell that anything at all was wrong with the once monarch. The only indicator would perhaps be the involuntary wince he gave out when extending his neck, but that was rarely seen by others. As he rocked back, he found his tail curling simultaneously around his hips out of both comfort and habit. A placid mask came over his features, filtering out at least some of the confusion marring his face.

He hadn't noticed her nearing until he had finished speaking to Robin and a twig or two broke. His head snapped toward the sound, finding his senses to be hypersensitive as of lately. Paranoia could do that to a fellow - even one so previously sane as Gerhardt Mathias. One is never too young to consult his own intelligence. He gave a smile then, not exactly the normal type that normally graced his features, but one that was akin to the regular smile - just not as bright or meaningful. How are things, Jupiter? It was a loaded question, one that could go in any number of directions depending on just what news she wished to give him first. If the deathmatch was foremost on her mind he suspected they would end up discussing that, but if the children were higher on her ladder of importance he would steer in that direction along with her.

He noted, with mild curiosity, that she was very much alone. Normally her little companion, who had so marvelously whisked him toward Ludicael on a previous occasion, was right at her heels. It seemed he was elsewhere, perhaps attending to the pups that were no doubt out exploring by now. He recalled the days when Maverick, Valkis, and Kamala had patrolled around Seracia's first location - the delta. How they had loved to adventure, and how often they had disregarded his diligently set perimeter. Maverick had gone so far as to venture to the Battlefield - perhaps the worst place he could have ended up save for Tortuga or Amenti. Kamala had been a homebody, and had been perhaps the most obedient of the siblings. Valkis had wandered in his teenage years, though his pup years were spent mostly sulking as per usual.

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