ardent

tenebrae rursus erunt



Roman

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Large
build
Light
posts
11
player
04-17-2019, 01:12 PM

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE OUT OF WORDS, A CAGE FOR YOUR OWN BIRD?

ooc. set a few hours after his encounter with the grizzly

Sore from his encounter with the grizzly, the male ambled into the shelter of the aromatic trees. It was just past midday now, and the sun was shining despite his exhaustion and stress. He felt like he'd been struck by lightning, or just had a tree toppled onto him. Warm, dark blood seeped into his pale fur from the wound across his spine. The comfort of the shade provided by the flowering trees was bliss, it was a promise of safety for the serpent. He wound through the trees until he found himself feeling safe. It would be hard for something to sneak up on him in the depths of the trees. His pace slowed, wavering slightly as the adrenaline faded.

Pale rump dropped heavily to the ground, and he settled himself into the divot formed by the roots of an apple tree. A heavy sigh wheezed through his nostrils as his eyes slid shut. The soreness of his joints was only exacerbated by the bruises forming across his left flank and shoulder from the bear's strike. The worst of the wounds, the one on his back, was leaving streaks of blood down his sides. Rather than let it dry over his body, he craned his head around to start lifting the sanguine fluid from his left flank. He would work his way up towards the edges of the wound, and see about cleaning it up from there.

WHEN IT SINGS SO SWEET

THE SCREAMING, HEAVING, FUCKERY OF THE WORLD?


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