Don't look a gift kidnapper in the mouth

*Ichor* · Updated 04/30/23:

Oh he was in pain! It had taken so long for Ichor to get himself out of Auster. Not helped by his very broken front leg. Ichor had never been much for medicine, maybe he should have let Widow experiment on him once or twice if only to try and pick up how to help himself once he'd found himself on Auster, no one knowing where he was and with a broken fucking leg. Even now it was still tender, he wasn't sure if he'd actually gotten it healed properly or not. It still hurt when he stretched it too far, which was easy to do when you considered that he had the legs of a toddler. So yeah it had taken quite a while to finally make his way back to Boreas. He was sure there were others looking for him, some were probably his family, his siblings and the blue man his mother had married... And some were probably the skull bitch's cronies. So he was careful when he moved. He needed to figure out how to get in contact with his siblings, they no doubt were already well into planning how to overthrow the stinking woman.

But for now... Well, it was probably better he keep his attention on not losing his footing. The slope of the ground was treacherous enough for a wolf with limited mobility like himself, made only worse by the uneven terrain of the rocky valley. And with his probably fucked up leg he needed to make sure he didn't-

Welp, there he went, sliding down the slope, curling in on himself to protect as much of himself as he could as slate, and mud and shrubbery pelted him as he slid some ways down the valley slope before coming to a rest, very dirty, very ruffled and very, very sore. Ichor let himself unfurl slightly and breathed a sigh. Maybe he'd just sleep here for a while... He stared up at the sky through the trees, taking inventory of his body, at least he was whole.

”Speech” ’Thought’

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Don't look a gift kidnapper in the mouth

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