11-06-2020, 10:26 PM
I'LL NEVER BE YOUR CHOSEN ONE
Eternal, in a quest to get to know his new groupmates more, had taken to walking around town aimlessly, starting a conversation with friendly faces. That is, when he wasn't attempting to hint or patrol. Relaxation was not something that came easily to the former knight, he found it hard to sit still for long.
He had been sprawled out in the shade of his porch for ten, maybe twenty minutes when he got restless and hungry. He rose to his feet with a huff, shoving the remnants of his front leg into the brosthetic and heading down the steps of his porch. Head ducked, he began to head to the forest for a hunt when a voice reached his ears.
He lifted his head to look at Elsweyr, pale eyes looking over what she had laid out before her. Interest peaked, he turned to head more towards her, impressed by the spread. "Zis is ein Himbreziffe sbread, Hesbecially if vu took it dovn py yourzelf," he would say as he looked at the sharpened bone between her paws. The attention being taken there brought his gaze to the cut on his shoulder and his brows furrowed. "I Habreciate zee offer und vould loffe zome put, zat vound on your schoulder looks bainful, haffe vu peen aple to tend to it? If vu'd like, I haffe zome pazic skills myzelf from long ako, I could help batch vu up?" he gestured with a paw to her shoulder, worry still evident on his face. You didn't spend many years as a knight, and eventually the head of the knights, without learning some things about first-aid. While he couldn't preform a surgery, he could certainly patch up a wound here and there.
He had been sprawled out in the shade of his porch for ten, maybe twenty minutes when he got restless and hungry. He rose to his feet with a huff, shoving the remnants of his front leg into the brosthetic and heading down the steps of his porch. Head ducked, he began to head to the forest for a hunt when a voice reached his ears.
He lifted his head to look at Elsweyr, pale eyes looking over what she had laid out before her. Interest peaked, he turned to head more towards her, impressed by the spread. "Zis is ein Himbreziffe sbread, Hesbecially if vu took it dovn py yourzelf," he would say as he looked at the sharpened bone between her paws. The attention being taken there brought his gaze to the cut on his shoulder and his brows furrowed. "I Habreciate zee offer und vould loffe zome put, zat vound on your schoulder looks bainful, haffe vu peen aple to tend to it? If vu'd like, I haffe zome pazic skills myzelf from long ako, I could help batch vu up?" he gestured with a paw to her shoulder, worry still evident on his face. You didn't spend many years as a knight, and eventually the head of the knights, without learning some things about first-aid. While he couldn't preform a surgery, he could certainly patch up a wound here and there.
SO CRAWL ON MY BELLY 'TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
I'LL NEVER WEAR YOUR BROKEN CROWN
— Reggan
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— THE PULL ON MY FLESH WAS JUST TOO STRONG
[color=#4C4043]ETERNALKNIGHT PENDRAGON IS A SCARRED ALBINO FELINE WITH A PROSTHETIC LEG. HE HAILS FROM A LONG LINE OF ROYALTY AND IS THE COUSIN OF SOPHIEA. HE IS A WIDOWER AND IS NOT LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP. THE SHARKTOOTH NECKLACE WAS GIVEN TO HIM BY HIS PAST WIFE AS A TOKEN OF THEIR MARRIAGE. WEARS SHADES TO HIDE HIS SENSITVE EYES. PENNED BY [member=874]rexaraneo[/member].
— IT STIFLED THE CHOICE AND THE AIR IN MY LUNG