well this is embarassing

Azure · 10-13-2020, 11:01 PM

Navigating south was a lot harder with one less eye to use. The longer he walked, the more it bled and the greater the pain became. The realization itself that the maim was not beginning to heal even on the days journey back was concerning, and Az could swear he'd felt the initial sting of infection at some point during his walk home. Diablo had placed for him some snow from the northern lands upon the wound but it melted too quickly, and with summer here there was none of the cool slush to be found south of the Wall.

It felt like weeks before he'd reached the Ashen territories, though it could have simply been the pain clouding his mind. For most of the journey his paws had been on autopilot, his companions gently turning him when necessary or stopping him when he was about to walk off dangerous ledges. As soon as the scent of Ashen's shrine reached him, Azure allowed his heavy body to fall upon the border. His nose crossed the scent line, and somewhere in his fevered mind it was enough to make him feel safe. Diablo - seeing his wolf's inability to move further - went off in search of Venom or the tiny fiesty squirrel Poison.

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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