08-05-2018, 05:20 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]/ oof crappy post just to get something up with this guy lmao. basically he's just sitting at the riverbank at the edge of their territory washing infected wounds.
He couldn't stay in The Ascendants. It's not like he really left — he'd head back that way eventually — but he's been traveling long enough that he doesn't really smell like anything anymore. Just blood and himself. Same as always. Should've known that's all he'd ever be. (He keeps trying to remind himself that he hadn't meant any of it. Not the snapping jaws and the snarling words, or the way bones shattered under his touch. But it just sinks in, the guilt, the pain.) The old man's tough, though. He'll recover. Laz's just gotta make sure that it doesn't kill him in the meantime, and that means no hanging around the observatory or whatever they called it. It's not like he'd spent much time there anyway. So he'd walked. And walked. Eventually it all sorta faded into one trek, the chill biting into the pads of his paws.
It's a good feeling. His skin is hot everywhere underneath the bandages, and trying to pull them off earlier had ached, filling the air with all sorts of familiarly disgusting smells. Since the weird pool in the Ascendants, he hadn't allowed anyone to touch him and it's taken its toll. When he ends up at the edge of a river, slowly leaning over the bank until one paw makes contact with cold water, it's both relieving and terrifying. Part of him wants to dive in and let it carry him away. Instead, the Cane Corso simply ducks his head under the water and makes faces to keep it from freezing on his mouth. Tries not to think, just splashes it up against his bandages. Cold water makes it easier.
He couldn't stay in The Ascendants. It's not like he really left — he'd head back that way eventually — but he's been traveling long enough that he doesn't really smell like anything anymore. Just blood and himself. Same as always. Should've known that's all he'd ever be. (He keeps trying to remind himself that he hadn't meant any of it. Not the snapping jaws and the snarling words, or the way bones shattered under his touch. But it just sinks in, the guilt, the pain.) The old man's tough, though. He'll recover. Laz's just gotta make sure that it doesn't kill him in the meantime, and that means no hanging around the observatory or whatever they called it. It's not like he'd spent much time there anyway. So he'd walked. And walked. Eventually it all sorta faded into one trek, the chill biting into the pads of his paws.
It's a good feeling. His skin is hot everywhere underneath the bandages, and trying to pull them off earlier had ached, filling the air with all sorts of familiarly disgusting smells. Since the weird pool in the Ascendants, he hadn't allowed anyone to touch him and it's taken its toll. When he ends up at the edge of a river, slowly leaning over the bank until one paw makes contact with cold water, it's both relieving and terrifying. Part of him wants to dive in and let it carry him away. Instead, the Cane Corso simply ducks his head under the water and makes faces to keep it from freezing on his mouth. Tries not to think, just splashes it up against his bandages. Cold water makes it easier.
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