If at first you don't succeed....try try again
08-06-2013, 03:57 PM
Aqua blue eyes watched the dame as she looked at the carcass. And yet she did not eat it. White lines ears perked up as she spoke. She said she wouldn't dare take a meal from someone who may need it more than her. Was she referring to his broken leg? Looking back at it he felt his ears grow warm.
"No, no...it's absolutely fine. I can always catch another one later. Besides, I have my companion to look out for me if need be..."[/b] he said in a calm near whisper but audible.
A moment went by until she said she was a part of Glaciem. Thane didn't know why she had chosen the word brood but he did not question it. With a nod he waited and tried to think of something else to say. He thought about it and had a question at the back of his mind.
"Do...do you judge me by my broken limb? What do you think of it, honestly. Do you think I would last a day out of these borders?" he asked
His aqua blue orbs locked onto the dame and he met her own gaze. His eyes never ceased their stare as the calm aqua blues seemed to be like ice now. Ice like in his homeland; where he longed to be. Maybe one say he would go back to the Russian Tundra...maybe... Maybe he'll die trying or make it there. Maybe the Pack of Night will kill him off. But right now Thane would give anything just to be in the place where he was born, just for a day.
White lines ears flattened for a moment as he thought. Lost, he felt lost...very lost. Thane didn't hold in the pained expression on his face or the fidget he did with his front paws. Or the sway of his tail and the twitch of an ear. Closing his eyes for a moment he tried to take a breath...
Opening them he crimson red blood on the white snow. Looking around he saw bodies of his pack mates lying on the ground taken by death's paw. Thane breathed deep and fast and quickly closed his eyes and opened them. When he opened them all he saw was Arthfael and he knew it was just another hallucination. This wasn't good; his PTSD had been gone for a while. Was he losing his mind? No, he wasn't...he was just losing his way. Not even glancing at Arthfael for a moment he stood up and started to hobble over the border. He had to go find her, he had to see her. It was coming back, he needed her. He needed his crutch! Hobbling a few quick steps the brute thought he would be alright.
The man was on his way out of the territory until he tripped over a tree root and fell face first into the grass. With a grunt he tried to stand up but didn't have the strength to anymore. He just wanted to lay here and close his eyes so everything could go backwards. A small whine escaped his lips as he lay there in the grass.
"I need you..." he whispered to the wind as he hoped Arthfael didn't hear his wishes to the wind.
Thane sighed before he heard an eagle's cry. A golden eagle swooped down and perched itself inns nearby tree branch.
"Master Thane do you need assistance?" Cyril asked in a concerned tone.
A grunt was his answer and neither was it a yes or a no. But the man was tired of this broken leg and wished it to heal faster. He wished for many things and yet none of them came true.
OOC:ignore phone post errors
"No, no...it's absolutely fine. I can always catch another one later. Besides, I have my companion to look out for me if need be..."[/b] he said in a calm near whisper but audible.
A moment went by until she said she was a part of Glaciem. Thane didn't know why she had chosen the word brood but he did not question it. With a nod he waited and tried to think of something else to say. He thought about it and had a question at the back of his mind.
"Do...do you judge me by my broken limb? What do you think of it, honestly. Do you think I would last a day out of these borders?" he asked
His aqua blue orbs locked onto the dame and he met her own gaze. His eyes never ceased their stare as the calm aqua blues seemed to be like ice now. Ice like in his homeland; where he longed to be. Maybe one say he would go back to the Russian Tundra...maybe... Maybe he'll die trying or make it there. Maybe the Pack of Night will kill him off. But right now Thane would give anything just to be in the place where he was born, just for a day.
White lines ears flattened for a moment as he thought. Lost, he felt lost...very lost. Thane didn't hold in the pained expression on his face or the fidget he did with his front paws. Or the sway of his tail and the twitch of an ear. Closing his eyes for a moment he tried to take a breath...
Opening them he crimson red blood on the white snow. Looking around he saw bodies of his pack mates lying on the ground taken by death's paw. Thane breathed deep and fast and quickly closed his eyes and opened them. When he opened them all he saw was Arthfael and he knew it was just another hallucination. This wasn't good; his PTSD had been gone for a while. Was he losing his mind? No, he wasn't...he was just losing his way. Not even glancing at Arthfael for a moment he stood up and started to hobble over the border. He had to go find her, he had to see her. It was coming back, he needed her. He needed his crutch! Hobbling a few quick steps the brute thought he would be alright.
The man was on his way out of the territory until he tripped over a tree root and fell face first into the grass. With a grunt he tried to stand up but didn't have the strength to anymore. He just wanted to lay here and close his eyes so everything could go backwards. A small whine escaped his lips as he lay there in the grass.
"I need you..." he whispered to the wind as he hoped Arthfael didn't hear his wishes to the wind.
Thane sighed before he heard an eagle's cry. A golden eagle swooped down and perched itself inns nearby tree branch.
"Master Thane do you need assistance?" Cyril asked in a concerned tone.
A grunt was his answer and neither was it a yes or a no. But the man was tired of this broken leg and wished it to heal faster. He wished for many things and yet none of them came true.
OOC:ignore phone post errors