06-03-2018, 10:29 PM
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[div style="text-align: justify;"] Voices. Now he was hearing voices... where were they coming from? It wasn't long before the voices grew in number, eventually waking him from his unconcious state. Immediately, the pain from his injuries set in, causing him to groan and clench his teeth in pain. In an attempt to surpress a cry of pain, a hiss would escape his jaws, blue eyes squinting at the various shapes standing around him. "... What?" Was the first thing he would say, unable to process how people were asking him questions or even what they were really saying. Shaking his head, Joel was able to understand when someone asked what his name was, glancing in Lunafreya's direction. "I'm... Joel. Joel Robinson. I think." The wolf would respond, faintly uncertain. He was 80% sure that was his name... maybe, and if it wasn't, he guessed it was his name now. "Where am I... and who are you guys?" He asked next, not even bothering to ask about his injuries. Joel knew he looked like hell- he felt like hell, and that was probably already apparent to these people. They were treating him after all- unless he was seeing things, which was possible in the state he was in.x
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