10-27-2018, 05:55 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]She's not dead, but she should be treated as such. With all the group's recent pain and suffering, risking to invoke more nasty infliction on them was something that stretched far beyond his pragmatic reasoning. Here Axle was though, leading a patrol through treacherous sands and lands he'd once run away from. No Pittians of note had bothered chasing after the fugitive and his wolfhound companion that time around, had more care gone into forming opinions of the other groups he would've certainly treated that with relief, this time he hoped to be just as lucky. Being back in the place where his paws sunk into the ground and his mind was left to wander with the scorching heat wasn't easy, mirages of old friends and families appeared off in the distance (he'd blame them on the environment this time) and though his eyes may've trailed off to the illusions, the Guardsmen didn't stray off course.
For he'd walk in the valley of the shadow of death and fear no evil. Who are you?. He squinted - not now. Stop trying. Days of inactivity had tempted him enough, the risk was almost as grave as the reward - if they succeeded, they got back a medic, if they failed... they'd retreat with injuries left untreatable. Violent ghosts and potentially treasonous 'allies' would result in his temporary residence requiring medical assistance anyways... if they were afraid to take lead and get back Delilah, than the male would - at least this would pay off some of his debt. Passing through the jungle had been much easier for him, though he was an animal bred in warm environments, mentally he couldn't handle gawking at them wastelands for long. He'd told the party to split as they traversed through the humid environment, with the goal all being the same - camp.
Some evidence had been left in the small group's wake, though their dwindled numbers did allow for quieter passage there was no denying that full invisibility was nigh impossible. A waft of foreign scent here and there, a warm body of a Pittian or two, all until his goal was present and he had his honey-coloured eyes on their homes. Having chosen midday in hopes that a lot of the Pittians would be out doing rounds of the territory looking for joiners, the Heeler would watch for activity in the camp for mere moments. This is suicide. You owe them prey and kindness, not your life, turn around and leave. A mottled cranium span around, trying to detect those who'd followed him amidst the foliage. Perhaps some had gotten lost, but the longer they waited, the more dangerous it'd be.
"Get Delilah, get out. Let's go," he grumbled quickly, darting out of cover whilst letting out a wild snarl, clearly trying to draw attention to himself as a trespasser.
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
For he'd walk in the valley of the shadow of death and fear no evil. Who are you?. He squinted - not now. Stop trying. Days of inactivity had tempted him enough, the risk was almost as grave as the reward - if they succeeded, they got back a medic, if they failed... they'd retreat with injuries left untreatable. Violent ghosts and potentially treasonous 'allies' would result in his temporary residence requiring medical assistance anyways... if they were afraid to take lead and get back Delilah, than the male would - at least this would pay off some of his debt. Passing through the jungle had been much easier for him, though he was an animal bred in warm environments, mentally he couldn't handle gawking at them wastelands for long. He'd told the party to split as they traversed through the humid environment, with the goal all being the same - camp.
Some evidence had been left in the small group's wake, though their dwindled numbers did allow for quieter passage there was no denying that full invisibility was nigh impossible. A waft of foreign scent here and there, a warm body of a Pittian or two, all until his goal was present and he had his honey-coloured eyes on their homes. Having chosen midday in hopes that a lot of the Pittians would be out doing rounds of the territory looking for joiners, the Heeler would watch for activity in the camp for mere moments. This is suicide. You owe them prey and kindness, not your life, turn around and leave. A mottled cranium span around, trying to detect those who'd followed him amidst the foliage. Perhaps some had gotten lost, but the longer they waited, the more dangerous it'd be.
"Get Delilah, get out. Let's go," he grumbled quickly, darting out of cover whilst letting out a wild snarl, clearly trying to draw attention to himself as a trespasser.
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
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