I'm Not Perfect, but I Keep Trying
12-20-2014, 12:21 AM
He was practically recovered, he could easily stand on his foot, walk and almost run with no complication. Orchid had been a rather apt healer. Of course if anyone could heal him it would have been her. Still, he was feeling lazy and hadn't much left the den in quite some time. It had been lonely, but he liked it that way. The quiet was nice to recover to. Though he was getting bored, and missed the visits from Othello. He was vaguely aware of where she'd been spending her time, though he didn't know how deeply the relationship went. He was glad she could be there for his brother's girl.
He'd stir at the voice that called into teh den, his sweet Othello would knock at his door. Eager to see her face the brute would turn over, not missing the scents that clung to her pelt. He would choose not to comment, only wanting her close now that she had decided to come back to his side. "Othello," He would greet back welcomingly, he'd motion for her to come and curl against his belly. "Come and get warm," He would further suggest.
He'd stir at the voice that called into teh den, his sweet Othello would knock at his door. Eager to see her face the brute would turn over, not missing the scents that clung to her pelt. He would choose not to comment, only wanting her close now that she had decided to come back to his side. "Othello," He would greet back welcomingly, he'd motion for her to come and curl against his belly. "Come and get warm," He would further suggest.