What the Cat Dragged In

Baldur skidded down the dunes, ebony paws nearly folding under him several times as he struggled to run on shaky limbs. He found himself gasping for air before a cry of pain brought him down to his belly on the sand as his left forelimb gave out. The ankle was badly sprained and swollen but at least he'd managed to help her escape. Eyes squeezed tightly shut as he worked to control the pain. When Sindri had been kidnapped and Sigmarr disappeared Baldur had gone to look for them only to be ensnared and forced to fight by the Desanka, a strange, ferocious group of slave traders. Through carefully laid plans he'd assisted in his daughters escape but as he feared the Desanka seemed to be tracking her rather than him. Dammit?.


Eyes still closed Baldur prayed, he didn't know to what, but if anyone was listening he prayed that she'd be safe and that she'd get away from those monsters. The wind whistled softly through the wash but Baldur couldn't bring himself to stand. Not only had he been captured and used? Linne? Linne? had fallen silent. He'd woken one morning and she was gone, nowhere to be seen. It was enough to make him want to give up but no? no he had to make sure Sindri and the others were ok and surely there would be a way to find Linne? again. Some way to reconnect with her.


Baldur tried to get to his feet only to fall once again. No, he was done. He couldn't move another inch, not without some rest. The large male curled himself into a ball, tail draping across his face to help filter out any sand before he attempted to get some rest.


"Speech"