Hiding from my Past (again)
01-22-2014, 09:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-22-2014, 10:31 AM by Tyr.)
Beneath the twisting, trailing branches, a rain-soaked patchwork wolf crept painfully, panting, through the fog. A bad limp revealed the twisted forelimb, a long journey and the dampness caused by this gods-damned rain adding a hundredfold to the ever-present pain and drawing a wince with every step. His mismatched eyes darted across the terrain nervously as his scruffy pelt rippled in unease. He'd come so far, seeking the freedom his siblings had sought. Had they found it, here? Or was this place just another Hel he'd find himself trapped in?
Well, Hel or no, he'd traveled a fair distance since last he'd been able to stop for a drink, let alone a rest, and this was as good a place as any. Hidden by the trees, cloaked in fog and rain. He would be nearly blind as well as deaf but so too would any approaching danger. A good place to stop, rest his crippled leg, get a drink, get out of the rain... maybe he'd come far enough for now.
Decision made, and with the coast seemingly clear, Tyr Hr??vitnisson limped wearily on to a nearby pool of water.
Well, Hel or no, he'd traveled a fair distance since last he'd been able to stop for a drink, let alone a rest, and this was as good a place as any. Hidden by the trees, cloaked in fog and rain. He would be nearly blind as well as deaf but so too would any approaching danger. A good place to stop, rest his crippled leg, get a drink, get out of the rain... maybe he'd come far enough for now.
Decision made, and with the coast seemingly clear, Tyr Hr??vitnisson limped wearily on to a nearby pool of water.