07-29-2009, 02:58 AM
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| http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/char ... _tears.jpg); background-color:#0E141B; background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:246px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"> Absolutely.  Despite his wounds, Charon still managed to be upbeat. His headache had finally gone away the other day, and the wound on his shoulder was healing nicely. The big pale wolf was no healer, but neither was he completely stupid when it came to medicine. He was lucky the spear had only grazed him, though he knew if the pretty black wolf with the blue markings had intended to kill him, she could have rather easily. He had been pretty upset for a day or two, but Charon was an optimistic creature, and he was already back to his normal, upbeat self. He would just have to remember to avoid that particular place and that particular smell from now on, since he was sure running into that wolf again would lead to more unpleasantness. The pearly wolf considered himself rather lucky he had only gotten off with a scratch and a smack to the dome, and he was glad to put that even past him. He was wandering southward now, seemingly gravitating toward what would be the heart of activity in the lands. He hoped he would meet some more familiar faces here. The arctic wolf wandered in his Secui form as usual, panting heavily in the midday humidity. He was glad the sun wasn't out in full blast; these lands were cloudy quite often and it was a heck of a lot better than constant sunshine. He wasn't really built for warmer temperatures. There weren't as many trees here, and the land rolled gently, reminding him of the enormous snowdrifts back home. Only, these were green hills, and they surely weren't covered in snow. Still, it was a quiet, comforting place, and as the wolf trotted along he watched as several rabbits darted back into their dens, burrowing into the earth in fright at the big wolf. He wasn't hungry, and anyway he wasn't any good at hunting when he was running at a hundred percent, and his shoulder wound slowed him down considerably in his four-legged forms. He was next to useless hunting as an Optime, though, and so he supposed for now the slight hunger in his belly would have to do. A loud noise brought him to attention, and he headed forward in curiosity, walking at a quicker pace than before, though he surely favored his injured limb. He crested one of the hills and came across a young pup, yelping quietly and seeming to be in some kind of trouble. Immediately the big wolf puffed up, the natural love of children combining with the desperate need to prove himself worthy of something following his sound beating on Dahlian borders. "What seems to be the problem, miss?" he called out in his deep, merry voice. The youngster reminded him of Soare when she'd been younger, and that instinctive love of puppies made him immediately worried for the young creature. Was she lost? Maybe he could escort her home. |