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WC:352
Today Jazper laid once again exhausted and bed ridden from the recently received wound in his chest. He had seen Ehno moping about looking roughed up earlier but at least he could move. For the past three days the warrior had been under Amata’s care and she insisted he stay in bed. As he yawned the ebony giant grimaced and whined from the pain. Breathing had been an interesting task due to the damage and he had been reduced to taking short, quick breathes. However, he wasn’t entirely put out, after all his family was safe.
Leaning back on a feather stuffed pillow he pulled up the pelts that were keeping him warm with a shiver. His room contained a fireplace but he was unable to tend to a fire by himself in this condition so the pelts would have to do. He had often thought in the past that he could take a hit from any wolf and walk around hours later, but a bear was slightly different. A wolves claws where much smaller and contained far less force than that of a fully grown bear. Jazper had been lucky that he had made it back to the manor and had such good medics in his very own home.
It was now more than ever that the warrior was thankful for Deuce, not for taking him in, but for teaching him how to read. On the small table beside his bed Ghita had placed a few books to give him something to do in his now abundant free time. Last night he had picked up a children’s story book about a thing called Christmas. He had heard about the holiday awhile ago when he was reading up on human traditions. It would be wonderful to have a traditional human christmas with a tree and presents but here he was stuck in bed. Picking up the christmas book he opened it up to a picture of a family, presents under the tree, fire burning in the fireplace. “Well. Merry Christmas to me.” He sighed quickly scowling from the pain in his chest.
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Is it okay to predate to Dec 23rd?
WC:352
Today Jazper laid once again exhausted and bed ridden from the recently received wound in his chest. He had seen Ehno moping about looking roughed up earlier but at least he could move. For the past three days the warrior had been under Amata’s care and she insisted he stay in bed. As he yawned the ebony giant grimaced and whined from the pain. Breathing had been an interesting task due to the damage and he had been reduced to taking short, quick breathes. However, he wasn’t entirely put out, after all his family was safe.
Leaning back on a feather stuffed pillow he pulled up the pelts that were keeping him warm with a shiver. His room contained a fireplace but he was unable to tend to a fire by himself in this condition so the pelts would have to do. He had often thought in the past that he could take a hit from any wolf and walk around hours later, but a bear was slightly different. A wolves claws where much smaller and contained far less force than that of a fully grown bear. Jazper had been lucky that he had made it back to the manor and had such good medics in his very own home.
It was now more than ever that the warrior was thankful for Deuce, not for taking him in, but for teaching him how to read. On the small table beside his bed Ghita had placed a few books to give him something to do in his now abundant free time. Last night he had picked up a children’s story book about a thing called Christmas. He had heard about the holiday awhile ago when he was reading up on human traditions. It would be wonderful to have a traditional human christmas with a tree and presents but here he was stuck in bed. Picking up the christmas book he opened it up to a picture of a family, presents under the tree, fire burning in the fireplace. “Well. Merry Christmas to me.” He sighed quickly scowling from the pain in his chest.
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