10-07-2018, 09:23 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]He not intended to draw a crowd. It appeared that no matter what happened, there was always someone watching. For a time, he began to think this place was just like his old pack, each member spying on one another. It was exhausting to be kept on your toes all day, watching every word and action you did. Being Reyes' personal pet, Levi did not have as much to fear as the others. That made him a good target, until whoever drew the courage to confront him came into view of his fangs. He grew nauseous at the memory. His eyes slowly drew to Benny as the fox appeared. While he could slightly taste it, he ignored the blood that began to trickle out of the side of his mouth. It appeared he was not as sound as he wanted to believe. Damnit.
"I was just lucky." The doberman was not sure if the bear that went down with him managed to survive. Even so, at this point, he could not care any less. He had fulfilled his service, and that was the end of it. He could still pack a punch? Hardly. Levi generally refrained from using brute strength to avoid injury, but the anger that shot through him had other plans. Being as lean as he was, Levi was best suited for fights that involved stamina, but the older he got did he found himself being more confrontational with his battles. It seemed he was changing in more ways than one. He finally addressed Moribund: "Some feral. I couldn't careless who." He refrained from responding the praise he was receiving. Levi was modest as they came. The doberman had no desire to be memorized for his battle skills.
It appeared he was not the only one who was aware that his injuries were still present. At the offer of more medicine or bandages, he began to do a mental evaluation of himself. The muscle in his back leg was sore, his ribs still shattered to a certain degree. Levi was not dumb enough to simply believe he could walk this all off and be alright. He hated people like that. "I might take you up on that offer."
"I was just lucky." The doberman was not sure if the bear that went down with him managed to survive. Even so, at this point, he could not care any less. He had fulfilled his service, and that was the end of it. He could still pack a punch? Hardly. Levi generally refrained from using brute strength to avoid injury, but the anger that shot through him had other plans. Being as lean as he was, Levi was best suited for fights that involved stamina, but the older he got did he found himself being more confrontational with his battles. It seemed he was changing in more ways than one. He finally addressed Moribund: "Some feral. I couldn't careless who." He refrained from responding the praise he was receiving. Levi was modest as they came. The doberman had no desire to be memorized for his battle skills.
It appeared he was not the only one who was aware that his injuries were still present. At the offer of more medicine or bandages, he began to do a mental evaluation of himself. The muscle in his back leg was sore, his ribs still shattered to a certain degree. Levi was not dumb enough to simply believe he could walk this all off and be alright. He hated people like that. "I might take you up on that offer."