Do You Stand a Ghost of a Chance?
Ghoul
Bloodletter
Bulwark
04-09-2023, 07:26 PM
He feels shaky on his still healing legs, but he refuses to give in. If he didn’t push himself, he wouldn’t ever heal. He probably still wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t so damn stubborn. Plus Medusa had saved him and helped carry him back here when his own brother hadn’t been able to find anyone. Somehow, Ghoul was finding himself indebted to the previous slave of Habari. Funny how that was all working out wasn’t it? “What is important to one may not be important to another,” he adds as he looks down at his bandaged legs. While the breaks were healed, his muscles were still in process of reforming and strengthening back up to what they once were. It was utterly impossible at this point to even try hunting or sparring or anything faster than a slow walk. He knows she is talking about him so he shrugs as he looks back up at her. “They are getting there. Walking is the first step,” Ghoul musters a smile. “So what are your plans for uh… what did you name your pack?” Realizing that he didn’t know the pack’s name almost made him feel guilty. Everything after the challenge outcome had happened so quickly and then he had nearly died. Guess semantics of pack names had been forgotten. Ghoul Klein
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Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.