11-28-2010, 03:50 PM
Davyn roamed far in the days after his coming to the Valley. His wounds were healing, albeit a bit slowly with the tattooed wing on his shoulder. But the fever had faded, and his energy had returned without the use of adrenaline. The wind whipped around his Optime body, the cold fingers parting his grey and black tipped fur.
Davyn raised his head slightly, thinking he heard a voice on the wind. He saw nothing except an old abandoned shack, an obvious choice to get out of the wind for a bit. So he proceeded gingerly, but managed to trip over the thresh-hold into the structure.
He shook the leaves out of his fur, and then realized with a start that he was not alone in said shack.
"I beg pardon, my lady. I did not mean to disturb you..."
Davyn raised his head slightly, thinking he heard a voice on the wind. He saw nothing except an old abandoned shack, an obvious choice to get out of the wind for a bit. So he proceeded gingerly, but managed to trip over the thresh-hold into the structure.
He shook the leaves out of his fur, and then realized with a start that he was not alone in said shack.
"I beg pardon, my lady. I did not mean to disturb you..."