01-30-2008, 08:59 PM
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There were things going on, he could tell, but it was difficult to tell just what. Eventually, however, he pulled himself together and he opened his eyes, the image blurred for a moment before coming into full focus. There was a large, scarred male wrapping something around his head, who then asked if they could speak English (he and Empusa? he hadn't seen her yet, but that must have meant..). "Wut?" he replied rather stupidly, and then he turned his head one way where he found no Empusa, then the other, and there she was. She didn't look all that great, either, and it occurred to him suddenly, that it was all his fault. "Who're you?" he asked the large male. He had wanted to say thank you, actually, but he wasn't sure how to say that in order to express the full extent of thanks he intended, and it was not as though he had any right to question anything of the wolf who had saved their lives. But he didn't know. Pain still radiated from his leg and his head, but otherwise, he didn't feel terrible, even after falling through a floor and having debris crash down around and upon him. He knew that if he wasn't dead yet, then he would have to be alright, and he was far more concerned with his companion, but apparently she had been the one to speak a language he'd never heard before, which to him as well, sounded like nothing more than distorted and broken attempt at speech. |