Finding Asylum
08-26-2013, 09:18 AM
Gitan watched, exhausted at the young boy ran to their rescue. Had his parched tongue allowed he would have insisted that he grab the girl first and so was relieved when the boy did so himself. Gitan huffed a sigh of relief, blowing sand. The girl was safe that was all that mattered, with the weight lifted from his shoulders he allowed himself to close his eyes. Only briefly. He forced himself to snap them open, unwilling to fall victim to the desert any more than he already had. With a grunt of effort he pulled himself forward, crawling towards the safety of the shade and water. The man shook his head, ground his teeth and slowly, ever so slowly forced himself to his paws. Legs shook and rebelled. His pounding head voicing its objections with flaring pain. Still he slowly rose. It seemed to take a life time before he reined in his limbs and finally stood, less than firmly, on his own two paws again. Taking a deep breath he took a shaky step towards the oasis. Speech, Thoughts You |