06-30-2009, 05:11 AM
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Set on the evening of June 13th, a few hours after his fight with Heath. And this is randomly long. o: That's what happens when I post at 3 am. XD 500+
Ehno spent a good hour out in the rain, wounded and aggravated, just to make sure that punk wasn’t coming back for more. Getting into a fight wasn’t how he pictured his day to go, but that hybrid boy was asking for it. But there was no sign of him now and hopefully there wouldn’t be any sign of him again. Satisfied that his opponent was truly gone, he turned and headed for the river, intending to follow it a short time before heading back to the manor. He had managed to come out of the scuffle without any serious injuries, the worst of his scratches and bruises was a long gash on his shoulder, left by the teeth of his enemy. It hurt like hell and hindered his walking slightly, but it wasn’t fatal.
Tired of limping awkwardly in his lupus form, the Sergeant took the time to shift to his optime form once he was farther into the territory. He paused at the side of the river, pulling his still-angry thoughts from the trespassing punk and focusing on the change. It went smoothly at first, just like always, but as his front legs lengthened and repositioned themselves, the wound on his shoulder burned savagely. He drew a sharp intake of breath in protest of the pain, but did nothing to stop the change, determined to go all the way to his bipedal form. Minutes later, he was finished, sitting on the bank and panting slightly, eyes shut tight as the waves of pain continued to flow from the wound.
When the pain finally subsided moments later, he opened his eyes and glanced down at the wound. Fresh blood was seeping from the cut. He laughed bitterly, thinking that it probably wasn’t such a good idea to shift now. He had obviously agitated the wound, and the stress of the physical change may have even worsened it. But better now then later; reopening a healing wound a few days down the line didn’t sound like such a great plan. With a sigh, he proceeded to clean himself off a bit and cleanse his wounds in the river. The one on his shoulder still burned, and he knew he would have to head home and find Naniko, perhaps, to tend to it properly.
With that in mind, the chocolate-hued male worked his way back to the mansion, his pace much quicker now that he wasn’t limping around with his injured shoulder. When he arrived, it appeared that the Commander wasn’t around. He cursed softly, deciding to tend to the large gash himself, even if it was only temporary. Using a long cloth as a bandage, he wrapped his injured shoulder up as tightly as he could, hissing against the pain from the sudden pressure. He retreated to his room to dry off and attempt to rest, but all he managed was a fitful hour of sleep before he gave up and wandered back downstairs.
Ehno made his way to the front door, wincing as the habitual movement to push open the door agitated his wound. He sat on the steps of the porch, watching the drizzling rain in the dying evening light with half-lidded eyes. His thoughts were elsewhere, though, drifting once again to the fight he had emerged from just hours before. The pain in his shoulder had subsided to a dull, throbbing ache now that he was still once again. He hoped no one would step outside to find him in this distracted and injured state.
Ehno spent a good hour out in the rain, wounded and aggravated, just to make sure that punk wasn’t coming back for more. Getting into a fight wasn’t how he pictured his day to go, but that hybrid boy was asking for it. But there was no sign of him now and hopefully there wouldn’t be any sign of him again. Satisfied that his opponent was truly gone, he turned and headed for the river, intending to follow it a short time before heading back to the manor. He had managed to come out of the scuffle without any serious injuries, the worst of his scratches and bruises was a long gash on his shoulder, left by the teeth of his enemy. It hurt like hell and hindered his walking slightly, but it wasn’t fatal.
Tired of limping awkwardly in his lupus form, the Sergeant took the time to shift to his optime form once he was farther into the territory. He paused at the side of the river, pulling his still-angry thoughts from the trespassing punk and focusing on the change. It went smoothly at first, just like always, but as his front legs lengthened and repositioned themselves, the wound on his shoulder burned savagely. He drew a sharp intake of breath in protest of the pain, but did nothing to stop the change, determined to go all the way to his bipedal form. Minutes later, he was finished, sitting on the bank and panting slightly, eyes shut tight as the waves of pain continued to flow from the wound.
When the pain finally subsided moments later, he opened his eyes and glanced down at the wound. Fresh blood was seeping from the cut. He laughed bitterly, thinking that it probably wasn’t such a good idea to shift now. He had obviously agitated the wound, and the stress of the physical change may have even worsened it. But better now then later; reopening a healing wound a few days down the line didn’t sound like such a great plan. With a sigh, he proceeded to clean himself off a bit and cleanse his wounds in the river. The one on his shoulder still burned, and he knew he would have to head home and find Naniko, perhaps, to tend to it properly.
With that in mind, the chocolate-hued male worked his way back to the mansion, his pace much quicker now that he wasn’t limping around with his injured shoulder. When he arrived, it appeared that the Commander wasn’t around. He cursed softly, deciding to tend to the large gash himself, even if it was only temporary. Using a long cloth as a bandage, he wrapped his injured shoulder up as tightly as he could, hissing against the pain from the sudden pressure. He retreated to his room to dry off and attempt to rest, but all he managed was a fitful hour of sleep before he gave up and wandered back downstairs.
Ehno made his way to the front door, wincing as the habitual movement to push open the door agitated his wound. He sat on the steps of the porch, watching the drizzling rain in the dying evening light with half-lidded eyes. His thoughts were elsewhere, though, drifting once again to the fight he had emerged from just hours before. The pain in his shoulder had subsided to a dull, throbbing ache now that he was still once again. He hoped no one would step outside to find him in this distracted and injured state.