Like Shattered Glass
04-03-2013, 12:46 PM
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Or so hideous He wasn't too eager to speak again, to have her listen to the awful scratching that made his voice, to force her to endeavor through the croaks and groans of his speech, but what kind of a person would he be if he didn't respond. "Traveling." He said, meandering through the forest with his shoulder brushing against hers, the only way he had of knowing he was on the right path. He was helpless as a wolf in these woods. He was near blind, could barely run, could barely bite, and knew nothing of healing. No pack would want him, no pack would find him useful, he barely got by on his own, and if it hadn't been for the survival techniques he had learned from being a rouge he would be lost. It was only by sheer dumb luck that he managed to find help in the form of another wolf. Speech |
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