you won't remember this
04-13-2014, 06:30 PM
| Altavro Of The Nomads |
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The sudden voice that reached his ears made Altavro jump a little - he had been too wrapped up in the pain and the shivers that wracked his body to notice anything else. Not much of it reached his ears, and most of what she said sounded more like a distant buzzing than anything else, but the golden male stared intently (if a little blankly) in the direction of the other wolf. "Your eyes are weird..." He observed this serenely, voice surprisingly calm for one who couldn't pay attention to much of anything. Nothing really stood out to him except for her eyes - the blue and yellow was surprisingly entrancing. He couldn't bring himself to look away. Except he was pretty sure there was something he was supposed to be doing. Altavro only remembered for sure what it was when the wolf started moving him, helping him rise to his paws. Staggering a little, Altavro felt a wave of pain that made his vision blur for a second and left him seeing stars. He leaned closer to the other wolf, shivers making his body practically convulse as he tried to get warm. "My name is . . ." He trailed off blankly for a moment, searching through his hazy thoughts to find it - oh yeah! "Altavro." The hesitation was gone and he sounded more sure of that than anything else. It was as if remembering his name had made him a little more him. The wolf took a few careful steps, staggering a little as he put weight on his paws. The world was starting to get fuzzy again, and if Altavro concentrated he could scent his mother on the air again - was she coming to help him? His mother would surely be able to help him in an instant. He'd come here looking for help, right? There was someone here who could help him, Altavro remembered that much. He couldn't remember much about her except that she was beautiful - an angel, maybe? Was he dead already? |