06-07-2008, 01:46 PM
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OOC: Takes place after the Deuce fight, so he is quite wounded.
Lubomir had slept away from Shadowed Sun, close to the lapping waves. It wasn't as bad as in the fight with Gabriel, probably because he'd tried truly hard to stay away from any wolves. He'd washed in the salty water, the stinging cold and salt making him wince and groan. But he'd got the dust out of his wounds. The last thing he needed was to have an infection from being an idiot. He had made a grave mistake in Twilight Vale and sometimes he wondered when they would come to haunt him. The female had known Tayui and a sinking feeling in his gut told him he might be in for it. Would they cast him out? Would they refuse to speak to him? His sleep had been fitful and soon, the early dawn woke him.
The first thought was that it was awfully foggy. And cold. He'd woken up wet, so perhaps another storm had hit during the night. He wondered, for a moment, how it had not woken him. Lubomir shook himself and slowly started walking back towards Shadowed Sun. He half-expected to be met by Pilot and Tayui telling him to move on. Where to? Labyrinth Glen? Would Ember's pack take him in, when they heard about his deeds? Or would they cast him out and never speak to him again? And what then? Go back? Never. He would not survive another crossing. Go to Gabriel and let him finish what he'd started? That too was a coward's exit. Perhaps Skoll would be on his side. That would certainly be an improvement. And a shot and staying in the pack. These were the thoughts that plagued the grey wolf as he wearily made his way back.
The scent hit him on the edge of the borders. Coyote. He froze, inhaling deeply, trying to make out the steely edge of it. It was not Asphyxia, or Gabriel, he'd remember their scents. Someone else in their pack? It could be. Perhaps the war Haku had spoken of would drag Shadowed Sun into the midst of the fighting. He squinted through the heavy fog and saw the figure advancing. His eyes widened. This was no Inferni coyote. This was some sort of war machine. His heart started racing and his breath came in short agonising gasps. Lubomir felt sweat break on his forehead and fear grip his throat. What was she, for her scent belied her gender? Some warrior from the dead? A creature of brute force and blood lust? He did the only sane thing he could do. He ran.
The ground beneath his feet was liquid as Lubomir ran deep into the packlands, howling. He didn't know if anyone was awake at this hour, but at least they could hear him. 'Intruder! In the pack lands!' His lungs burnt with the pain and fatigue and still he kept on running, hoping someone would heed his cry.
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Lubomir had slept away from Shadowed Sun, close to the lapping waves. It wasn't as bad as in the fight with Gabriel, probably because he'd tried truly hard to stay away from any wolves. He'd washed in the salty water, the stinging cold and salt making him wince and groan. But he'd got the dust out of his wounds. The last thing he needed was to have an infection from being an idiot. He had made a grave mistake in Twilight Vale and sometimes he wondered when they would come to haunt him. The female had known Tayui and a sinking feeling in his gut told him he might be in for it. Would they cast him out? Would they refuse to speak to him? His sleep had been fitful and soon, the early dawn woke him.
The first thought was that it was awfully foggy. And cold. He'd woken up wet, so perhaps another storm had hit during the night. He wondered, for a moment, how it had not woken him. Lubomir shook himself and slowly started walking back towards Shadowed Sun. He half-expected to be met by Pilot and Tayui telling him to move on. Where to? Labyrinth Glen? Would Ember's pack take him in, when they heard about his deeds? Or would they cast him out and never speak to him again? And what then? Go back? Never. He would not survive another crossing. Go to Gabriel and let him finish what he'd started? That too was a coward's exit. Perhaps Skoll would be on his side. That would certainly be an improvement. And a shot and staying in the pack. These were the thoughts that plagued the grey wolf as he wearily made his way back.
The scent hit him on the edge of the borders. Coyote. He froze, inhaling deeply, trying to make out the steely edge of it. It was not Asphyxia, or Gabriel, he'd remember their scents. Someone else in their pack? It could be. Perhaps the war Haku had spoken of would drag Shadowed Sun into the midst of the fighting. He squinted through the heavy fog and saw the figure advancing. His eyes widened. This was no Inferni coyote. This was some sort of war machine. His heart started racing and his breath came in short agonising gasps. Lubomir felt sweat break on his forehead and fear grip his throat. What was she, for her scent belied her gender? Some warrior from the dead? A creature of brute force and blood lust? He did the only sane thing he could do. He ran.
The ground beneath his feet was liquid as Lubomir ran deep into the packlands, howling. He didn't know if anyone was awake at this hour, but at least they could hear him. 'Intruder! In the pack lands!' His lungs burnt with the pain and fatigue and still he kept on running, hoping someone would heed his cry.