pale eyes & drunken lies

All but the most steadfast and stubborn of the crystals that plagued him had fallen away from his head and face, though his eyes remained useless. He had been assured that they were still there, but there was a milky glaze over them. It was taking more time than he would like to come to grips with the reality that he might be blind forever. As time passed, the behemoth ventured further and further from the familiar landscape of the hot springs. Now, the sulphurous stench had abated enough that he could pick up on the sweeter scent of fresh water, and found it was confirmed by the gentle burble of small streams all around him. Crown low between burly shoulders, the beastly male ambled along with a slow and plodding gait. He knew there were a few borders to the neighbouring packs nearby, and was doing his best to bear them in mind- but sticking around one spot was beginning to drive him mad.

Heavy pawsteps and a swaggering gait drew him along, and the delicate tendrils of the willow boughs caressed his flanks as he passed. It was serene here, quiet. A whirling mind found some calm amidst the gentle birdsong and mid-afternoon sun streaming through the gaps between the drooping branches. When he had decided that there was enough distance between himself and the site of the band's little camp, he settled heavily onto the lush grass amidst the thin brooks and winding roots. Letting out a long sigh, he closed his pale eyes and settled in to listen to the movement around him. Perhaps he could scout some nearby herds passing through, if he was still enough..

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