Unanswered Prayers

Swentzle Byström · 12-07-2011, 09:28 PM

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It's awesome! I hope you don't mind, I assumed a couple things...

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Fovea walked a few yards further, passing the white canine in the cloak, and then circled around a headstone to turn and watch them, her head lifted haughtily as though waiting for Swentzle to catch up. Swentzle couldn't see it, but he was fairly certain of her actions; it had been a pose she assumed often before the accident. He began carefully dragging his feet forward, shuffling more than walking--and barely moving, at that--and feeling more and more ashamed the longer it took him to find her, but before he could dwell too much on it, he felt a hand brush close to his fur. Not quite touching, but seemingly checking for injuries. He froze, surprised that he'd been unaware of the other canine in the area, and turned his head slightly, attempting to locate her with if swiveling of his ears was any indication.

He supposed his panic was the reason he'd been so negligent, but he vowed to be more careful from then on, and worked his throat into answering her question. "Fovea is a companion of mine. It may be hard to believe, but she is my guide for this journey." He explained quietly, feeling disoriented and off-balance, as it was clear she could see him, even when he couldn't see her. This was why he didn't usually come out at night; he was completely blind then, and it grew harder and harder to see even during the day as time went on. After a moment's hesitation, he returned his arms to his body, folding them over his chest both to ward off cold and to make him feel more comfortable. It did nothing to unlock his knees, however, and over-all his stance was very stiff and uncomfortable.

He turned his head slightly toward where he thought Fovea to be, and though he could not see her, he knew she was there when he heard the quiet sounds of her bathing herself. Fovea had, in fact, perched herself on the base of a headstone that had once held a large statue, and was now bathing her ears and tail, seemingly without a care in the world. She was quite worried about Swentzle, though; they'd been a team for so long she couldn't bear to see him stumble about so. She'd come across this place on one of her hunts, and seen the large symbol--the cross--that hung around some Luperci's necks and that seemed to be sacred. The earth here struck her as hallowed ground, as the Burial Mounds once had, and she'd brought Swentzle here in the hopes that the combination of sacred things would bring him back to her--whether it healed him, or blinded him completely.

Leaping off her bathing stone, she stalked over to the two canines, yowling to get their attention when she was a few yards away and then turning her back and bounding into the building. Swentzle listened to her footsteps fade and felt something settle in his chest, though what he couldn't quite say. "Please, if you would...where are we?" He asked the stranger, feeling distinctly uncomfortable and at a disadvantage almost as soon as he'd spoken.

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