09-20-2020, 07:27 PM
THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER
Everything hurt.
His throat felt dry, his entire body hurt, and well, he had been alone several nights though she had found him. She had taken care of him those last two days and practically scolded him but he simply gave her a tired smile. Being hurt, he couldn't really hunt down something so while limping home did he stumble about a boar's skull only to pick it up with his jaws offering Aine a pained grin. He had to bring something home, he didn't want to return all battered up... Empty handed. Trygve would sigh through the skull that was in his teeth, his mottled tail lashing to the sides and he couldn't wait to go home to the Pitt. Fuck that white lion and wherever he had lurked back to.
His return wasn't as great and boisterous as Vale's had been but that was fine with Trygve seeing that he was very tired and could barely stand for any longer, he would lower his body to the ground with his claws on the boar skull with a wheeze leaving him. He closed his eyes slowly "God... It's good to be home," So, he supposed that he was a full Pittian now or he hoped anyways... Aine had found him on his last two days and had made sure that he hadn't died completely. Hopefully, Gael wouldn't kill him for his daughter's disappearance... That wasn't such a great impression and Ry was Aine's best friend for fucks sake.
He watched everything around him with eyes half closed, he could've done better but... He was grateful that he hadn't died out there alone.
His throat felt dry, his entire body hurt, and well, he had been alone several nights though she had found him. She had taken care of him those last two days and practically scolded him but he simply gave her a tired smile. Being hurt, he couldn't really hunt down something so while limping home did he stumble about a boar's skull only to pick it up with his jaws offering Aine a pained grin. He had to bring something home, he didn't want to return all battered up... Empty handed. Trygve would sigh through the skull that was in his teeth, his mottled tail lashing to the sides and he couldn't wait to go home to the Pitt. Fuck that white lion and wherever he had lurked back to.
His return wasn't as great and boisterous as Vale's had been but that was fine with Trygve seeing that he was very tired and could barely stand for any longer, he would lower his body to the ground with his claws on the boar skull with a wheeze leaving him. He closed his eyes slowly "God... It's good to be home," So, he supposed that he was a full Pittian now or he hoped anyways... Aine had found him on his last two days and had made sure that he hadn't died completely. Hopefully, Gael wouldn't kill him for his daughter's disappearance... That wasn't such a great impression and Ry was Aine's best friend for fucks sake.
He watched everything around him with eyes half closed, he could've done better but... He was grateful that he hadn't died out there alone.
BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN
— Reggan