Learn From Your Mistakes

Yi TaeKyung · 06-07-2011, 05:29 PM

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For only a few moments, the Korean hybrid had sat motionless in the darkness that, to her, was something quite bright and alive. Those few moments, however, seemed to last forever. She concentrated on her breathing, controlling it—inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. This small exercise helped to calm her heart that worked still from her efforts, and also from the surprising pain. In her mind, the black Jindo-wolf traced the filaments of pain that shot from the place. There was pain, but now that she cleared her mind of it, she could understand that this injury was relatively minor. Initially, she had believed her knee to have been injured—that would have been dangerous, the martial artist knew, for knees took a great deal of time to heal, if they even healed completely. But only the muscle behind her thigh—the quadriceps—had been irritated or torn, perhaps. It was an aggravating injury—not enough to cripple but enough to make her survival marginally more difficult. Perhaps she should have stretched more, or perhaps she should be more careful when practicing upon stationary, immovable targets. Stupid mistake.

As the pain subsided, she became aware of her surroundings once more, noting the coarseness of the fur that bound the trees. The cool night air was pleasant for the heat emitted by her body. With her calm breathing, this could almost be a peaceful night. Yet, the pain throbbed there, unwilling to cease its mockery.

Suddenly, the she-wolf was alert, the white orbs snapping open in the dark as her jaws parted to reveal strong, white teeth. A warning snarl crawled from between the hungry jaws, jarring the air the striking the softly spoken words of the stranger. She saw him then, standing before her, arms open in a sign of peace. But the wounded female was not so willing to trust, a strange wolf in a still strange land. The snarl quieted to a discontented growl that eventually faded into the silence. The Korean female locked the lunar orbs upon the two-coloured eyes. Who was this male, and why was he here to bother a strange and wounded female with apparent peace? (In her pain and survival mode, the foreign hybrid was unwilling to remember that canines were generally friendly within neutral territories.... generally.)

Eventually, the black fae decided to respond to the seemingly amiable male. “Oh-keh-i,” the alto voice responded grudgingly, claiming that she was fine. The piercing gaze of the Korean became diminished as she lay the possibility of threat aside. “Leh-geu peh-een suhm,” the alto song continued at length. A soft frown touched the black lips as her foreign features softened once more. “TaeKyung not nee-deu hehl-peu,” she decided. Even though help would be welcome, she did not trust this strange male. And a hurt muscle was something that she could handle—perhaps in an hour or so. The white orbs peered at the male, eerily devoid of her thoughts. Would the male leave? Perhaps she could make the stranger leave.

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