Post by Croix on Mar 29, 2016 21:22:35 GMT -5
He had been on Acerbus for more than a week before he started to grow just a tad bit bored with the area. It was still his favorite out of the Kairos territories but, it had been too long since he had gotten into any trouble or caused any mischief. Unfortunately, besides scaring people in the forest, there was really nothing he could do that would give him the surge of fun that he was looking for. He was surprised himself though that he still felt the urge to have some fun after what happened a few days before. He had gone after a gazelle by himself which, even though he was ultimately able to bring it down with some help, ended in him having a pretty sick wound.
Even though he walked through the forest without a limp, it took every bit of determination to do so. At the top of his right shoulder was a deep wound from where the gazelle had stabbed him with his long horns. It had bled for a long while before slowing to a stop but it was still open and sickly looking. Every step he took hurt like hell but he was not about to let himself look weak. He knew it wasn’t bad enough to hurt forever, not even a few months, but it would take several weeks to heal. Unfortunately, he would just have to deal with it and the scar that it would leave and take it as a lesson well learned.
After a while of walking, he was forced to come to a stop. Even though the land continued, the scents varied greatly, clearly marking one pack from another. He didn’t know what pack the scent belonged and despite knowing better, his curiosity got the better of him. Moving forward with confidence, he kept close to the tree line as he walked around the large Prairie that stretched out in front of him. Though he wanted to know what pack owned the lands, he didn’t necessarily want to be spotted, especially when he was already injured and couldn’t defend himself as well.
Remus
OOC: OMG I'm so EXCITED
Even though he walked through the forest without a limp, it took every bit of determination to do so. At the top of his right shoulder was a deep wound from where the gazelle had stabbed him with his long horns. It had bled for a long while before slowing to a stop but it was still open and sickly looking. Every step he took hurt like hell but he was not about to let himself look weak. He knew it wasn’t bad enough to hurt forever, not even a few months, but it would take several weeks to heal. Unfortunately, he would just have to deal with it and the scar that it would leave and take it as a lesson well learned.
After a while of walking, he was forced to come to a stop. Even though the land continued, the scents varied greatly, clearly marking one pack from another. He didn’t know what pack the scent belonged and despite knowing better, his curiosity got the better of him. Moving forward with confidence, he kept close to the tree line as he walked around the large Prairie that stretched out in front of him. Though he wanted to know what pack owned the lands, he didn’t necessarily want to be spotted, especially when he was already injured and couldn’t defend himself as well.
Remus
OOC: OMG I'm so EXCITED
