I Thought I Heard A Thing. Yes? No?
Knight
Trophy Hunter
11-27-2021, 01:47 AM
Rudy had been prowling the castle, quiet and determined just walking the space to try and get used to the lack of toes. It wasn’t just about balance but the ghost pain that wasn’t real but still would shoot up at random moments. Step the foot down just fine for minutes then another step and feeling an ache that had caused him to jerk his head down in surprise as if he expected to see the toes the first time it happened. Now he didn’t bother looking when the pain came but it did slow his gait. He might suddenly limp more noticeably or just stop completely for a few heartbeats and remind himself it wasn’t real.
One thing Rudy wasn’t doing was looking behind him. At some point, he would accept the loss of his tail but for now, it was always a painful sight. The boy was making his way towards the feast hall when his nose picked up a familiar scent. Iolaire? Rudy quickened his pace, a limp coming to his gait to avoid demanding the one paw deal with the jolt from the trot.
He stopped the trot once at the door and stepped inside to find Iolaire laying there seemingly comfortable next to the fire and a good bit of food. Rudy walked in slowly, “Iolaire,” a friendly even if not cheery greeting. The bit of fuzz behind him that could be labeled a tail gave a small wag, costing some pain but it also was dulled, no longer the extremes it had been for a time. “Hi,” he hadn’t planned to start with that but he was feeling self-conscious of being seen by family who hadn’t gotten a look at his injuries, “how you doin?” She always looked so thin, like she should really stay for a longer period of time and chow down. Rudy already knew she wouldn’t so there was no point in suggesting it.
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One thing Rudy wasn’t doing was looking behind him. At some point, he would accept the loss of his tail but for now, it was always a painful sight. The boy was making his way towards the feast hall when his nose picked up a familiar scent. Iolaire? Rudy quickened his pace, a limp coming to his gait to avoid demanding the one paw deal with the jolt from the trot.
He stopped the trot once at the door and stepped inside to find Iolaire laying there seemingly comfortable next to the fire and a good bit of food. Rudy walked in slowly, “Iolaire,” a friendly even if not cheery greeting. The bit of fuzz behind him that could be labeled a tail gave a small wag, costing some pain but it also was dulled, no longer the extremes it had been for a time. “Hi,” he hadn’t planned to start with that but he was feeling self-conscious of being seen by family who hadn’t gotten a look at his injuries, “how you doin?” She always looked so thin, like she should really stay for a longer period of time and chow down. Rudy already knew she wouldn’t so there was no point in suggesting it.