05-06-2009, 12:58 AM
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Set at Whisper Beach just outside Dahlia's borders. Did you want to forward date this any so she's healed and can shift?
The man's shoulder was finally returning to normal. It had been a long process, one where he had become even more gruff than usual in the presence of others. Weakness was not something he enjoyed showcasing, but even a youth could smell the blood on him and knew it belonged to him. So he had stuck to the city, to protect himself from further injuries or reopening his current wound. Also if he wasn't walking around in the world then he couldn't see all the wrongs out there that he didn't have the ability to rectify at the current time. He had only left the city once and had run into that mad coyote that he knew to be Hybrid Holocaust. That meeting had been almost unbearable. Knowing that he stared down at the creature that had caused Cwmfen and doubtless others so much pain and he was useless. The taste that had left in his mouth had been enough to make him avoid it happening again.
However with his self-imposed quarantine in the city had come a long separation from that woad woman who had the power to make his heart live. He understood, and did not begrudge her the long absence. She had duties to her pack just as he had duties to his mission. Their obligations pulled them in different directions, but that didn't mean they still couldn't share what was left of their time. This was the first day he had felt confident enough in his recovery to make the journey to the place she called home. Though Onus was still weary. His flesh had mostly healed but the muscles were stiff from the month of no use. While he would be able to defend himself better than he had previously been able to, he still was not back to his full utility.
His nose told him when he stood at the borders of Dahlia de Mai. Within that scent he smelled her, but he also smelled that man with whom he had done battle. He hoped that the brown wolf would not come across his presence. That would add unwelcome complications. He did not wish for Cwmfen to choose between a packmate and him anymore than he wanted to choose between her and his mission. So the coated man stood a good distance away from the borders on the soft sands of the beach, the roar of the waves filling his ears. He made no move to call her. If she wished to come to him, then she would.
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The man's shoulder was finally returning to normal. It had been a long process, one where he had become even more gruff than usual in the presence of others. Weakness was not something he enjoyed showcasing, but even a youth could smell the blood on him and knew it belonged to him. So he had stuck to the city, to protect himself from further injuries or reopening his current wound. Also if he wasn't walking around in the world then he couldn't see all the wrongs out there that he didn't have the ability to rectify at the current time. He had only left the city once and had run into that mad coyote that he knew to be Hybrid Holocaust. That meeting had been almost unbearable. Knowing that he stared down at the creature that had caused Cwmfen and doubtless others so much pain and he was useless. The taste that had left in his mouth had been enough to make him avoid it happening again.
However with his self-imposed quarantine in the city had come a long separation from that woad woman who had the power to make his heart live. He understood, and did not begrudge her the long absence. She had duties to her pack just as he had duties to his mission. Their obligations pulled them in different directions, but that didn't mean they still couldn't share what was left of their time. This was the first day he had felt confident enough in his recovery to make the journey to the place she called home. Though Onus was still weary. His flesh had mostly healed but the muscles were stiff from the month of no use. While he would be able to defend himself better than he had previously been able to, he still was not back to his full utility.
His nose told him when he stood at the borders of Dahlia de Mai. Within that scent he smelled her, but he also smelled that man with whom he had done battle. He hoped that the brown wolf would not come across his presence. That would add unwelcome complications. He did not wish for Cwmfen to choose between a packmate and him anymore than he wanted to choose between her and his mission. So the coated man stood a good distance away from the borders on the soft sands of the beach, the roar of the waves filling his ears. He made no move to call her. If she wished to come to him, then she would.