05-12-2008, 12:36 PM
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It hurt. That was first and foremost in his mind. Lubomir was reeling. He had no idea how he'd made it alive out of there. And strangely, he wasn't entirely sure why it hurt so much. He could remember the other wolf charging at him and the flash of momentary panic as his thoughts jumbled and then... Lubomir could remember nothing. It scared him. He knew what it meant: it was like Dawn Valley all over again, except his muzzle wasn't covered in blood and his wounds were deeper. The pain kept him focused. In his scramble to escape those infested lands, Lubomir had turned away from Shadowed Sun.
He padded carefully onwards, nursing his side. He almost winced with every step. And then he saw the black wolf. He wasn't a shifter, that much his nose could tell him. Lubomir was intrigued. He'd never met a non-shifter before and although the wounds were troubling him, perhaps somehow he could find solace in rationality and dialogue. 'Stranger, hail to thee.' He let out a small whimper, a newly discovered source of pain. 'I greet thee in peace and hope you do so too.'
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It hurt. That was first and foremost in his mind. Lubomir was reeling. He had no idea how he'd made it alive out of there. And strangely, he wasn't entirely sure why it hurt so much. He could remember the other wolf charging at him and the flash of momentary panic as his thoughts jumbled and then... Lubomir could remember nothing. It scared him. He knew what it meant: it was like Dawn Valley all over again, except his muzzle wasn't covered in blood and his wounds were deeper. The pain kept him focused. In his scramble to escape those infested lands, Lubomir had turned away from Shadowed Sun.
He padded carefully onwards, nursing his side. He almost winced with every step. And then he saw the black wolf. He wasn't a shifter, that much his nose could tell him. Lubomir was intrigued. He'd never met a non-shifter before and although the wounds were troubling him, perhaps somehow he could find solace in rationality and dialogue. 'Stranger, hail to thee.' He let out a small whimper, a newly discovered source of pain. 'I greet thee in peace and hope you do so too.'