11-11-2018, 05:29 AM
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The wolf woke with a jolt to the sound of a train's whistle. He tried to sit up but was stopped by a sharp pain in his side, causing him to fall back onto the gravel with a grunt. His head was pounding and the short fall back to the ground didn't help. He gave himself a moment to try to clear his head before deciding to access the damage. Wincing, he tenderly prodded the area where the pain came from with his paw, bringing it back to find blood on it. Although that wasn't the only injury he had, as he failed to find the bleeding head injury on his temple. In his pain, he had also failed to even notice the belt and empty sheath he wore.
The sun was high up in the sky, signaling it was around noon and when he turned his head to look around he noticed he was next to an old set of railroad tracks. Above him there appeared to be a newer set of tracks that were still possible in use. He then tried to remember what had happened, why he was like this, but he could hardly remember anything at all. He remembered falling, and he remembered a train. Could it be he fell off and hit his head a little too hard? But then how would that explain the blood? Either way, staying here would spell certain doom for him, so he'd have to get out of here and maybe find some help. Or maybe he could somehow figure out how to patch himself up.
With his decision made, the wolf took in a deep breath before he slowly got himself up to a sitting position and then a standing position. With four directions to now choose from he decided to go along the old tracks. There seemed to be the faint scent of something in that direction, so he slowly worked his way along the tracks until he found himself on the coast. Although the tracks seemed to continue to an island, so he continued to follow as well and it wasn't long until the injured wolf limped his way onto the island only to be greeted with the somewhat familiar sight of a steam engine. While it wasn't the one he had recently been on, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight of the relic. And so instead of heading deeper into the island, he stopped at the train, attempting to read the names written on it as his mind rearranged the letters, making it impossible. "God damn, that can't be a good sign."
The wolf woke with a jolt to the sound of a train's whistle. He tried to sit up but was stopped by a sharp pain in his side, causing him to fall back onto the gravel with a grunt. His head was pounding and the short fall back to the ground didn't help. He gave himself a moment to try to clear his head before deciding to access the damage. Wincing, he tenderly prodded the area where the pain came from with his paw, bringing it back to find blood on it. Although that wasn't the only injury he had, as he failed to find the bleeding head injury on his temple. In his pain, he had also failed to even notice the belt and empty sheath he wore.
The sun was high up in the sky, signaling it was around noon and when he turned his head to look around he noticed he was next to an old set of railroad tracks. Above him there appeared to be a newer set of tracks that were still possible in use. He then tried to remember what had happened, why he was like this, but he could hardly remember anything at all. He remembered falling, and he remembered a train. Could it be he fell off and hit his head a little too hard? But then how would that explain the blood? Either way, staying here would spell certain doom for him, so he'd have to get out of here and maybe find some help. Or maybe he could somehow figure out how to patch himself up.
With his decision made, the wolf took in a deep breath before he slowly got himself up to a sitting position and then a standing position. With four directions to now choose from he decided to go along the old tracks. There seemed to be the faint scent of something in that direction, so he slowly worked his way along the tracks until he found himself on the coast. Although the tracks seemed to continue to an island, so he continued to follow as well and it wasn't long until the injured wolf limped his way onto the island only to be greeted with the somewhat familiar sight of a steam engine. While it wasn't the one he had recently been on, he couldn't help but be mesmerized by the sight of the relic. And so instead of heading deeper into the island, he stopped at the train, attempting to read the names written on it as his mind rearranged the letters, making it impossible. "God damn, that can't be a good sign."
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[color=red]"Everyone Is King
Gray Wolf - 18 months - tags(wip)
[color=red]When There's No One Left To Pawn."
[color=red]"Everyone Is King
Gray Wolf - 18 months - tags(wip)
[color=red]When There's No One Left To Pawn."