Never Look Back
01-30-2014, 06:55 PM
Alright, it was alright, he had this... The brute's paws didn't feel very sturdy under him, like they were slowly moving to the sides. He kept readjusting them, but the constant pressure on the insides of his legs was straining the scabs on his elbow. If he wasn't mistake, it may or may not have started bleeding. Speaking of blood...
Thor's nose twitched, slowly drawing his head in the direction of the smell. It was Baldur, then. He could see fresh blood on him, the red standing out against the stark white of his coat. The brute frowned. Weren't they a sorry pair, both just standing there bleeding away. If this abuse continued they'd never heal and instead just bleed out very, very slowly.
"Eating sounds like a good plan." He could sleep too. He followed Baldur's lead and began to shuffle across the ice. After a couple of steps he got the hang of it, even going so far as to speed up briefly so that he was shuffling shoulder to shoulder with his brother. Baldur chattered away, talking about plans and sleep and food- he paused mid thought and Thor glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Well food and sleep." He needed to stop saying that. The more he said it, the more Thor thought about it, and the more he thought about it the hungrier he got. "What was that flower that mom used to give dad after long sparring sessions?" The brute racked his brain, trying to come up with an answer that didn't involve eating or sleeping. Really, Baldur had messed him up with his talk of eating. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until now. Let's see, what did those flowers look like? "The little white ones?"
About halfway across the pair stopped to rest and Thor sat down hard. The effort of holding his legs under him was wearing him down; he needed the respite. A breeze wafted across the lake and he breathed it in, taking in the heavily scented air. Pack land. Pack wolves always made him uneasy. Coming from a pack that enjoyed conquest, the scent of united wolves almost always meant trouble. These he was unfamiliar with and they'd done nothing to him, and yet some habits were hard to kick. He remained on edge.
The brute glanced behind him. He didn't really feel like going back. "Alright, let's go then. And uh, boneset."
Thor's nose twitched, slowly drawing his head in the direction of the smell. It was Baldur, then. He could see fresh blood on him, the red standing out against the stark white of his coat. The brute frowned. Weren't they a sorry pair, both just standing there bleeding away. If this abuse continued they'd never heal and instead just bleed out very, very slowly.
"Eating sounds like a good plan." He could sleep too. He followed Baldur's lead and began to shuffle across the ice. After a couple of steps he got the hang of it, even going so far as to speed up briefly so that he was shuffling shoulder to shoulder with his brother. Baldur chattered away, talking about plans and sleep and food- he paused mid thought and Thor glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "Well food and sleep." He needed to stop saying that. The more he said it, the more Thor thought about it, and the more he thought about it the hungrier he got. "What was that flower that mom used to give dad after long sparring sessions?" The brute racked his brain, trying to come up with an answer that didn't involve eating or sleeping. Really, Baldur had messed him up with his talk of eating. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until now. Let's see, what did those flowers look like? "The little white ones?"
About halfway across the pair stopped to rest and Thor sat down hard. The effort of holding his legs under him was wearing him down; he needed the respite. A breeze wafted across the lake and he breathed it in, taking in the heavily scented air. Pack land. Pack wolves always made him uneasy. Coming from a pack that enjoyed conquest, the scent of united wolves almost always meant trouble. These he was unfamiliar with and they'd done nothing to him, and yet some habits were hard to kick. He remained on edge.
The brute glanced behind him. He didn't really feel like going back. "Alright, let's go then. And uh, boneset."
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