09-02-2008, 12:29 AM
sorry for the wait!
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Endymion flinched as Ahren lurched forward. Pressing his ears against his skull, the wolf whined softly, trying to find some reason in the other man's wild eyes. If he carried on he could hurt himself, and less importantly, Endymion. Blood was beginning to stain the light fur under his chin, but he didn't notice or care. He didn't know what to do for Ahren. He just didn't know. Suddenly feeling very tired, the red wolf slumped slightly against the door. Why had he thought this Apothecary business would be easy? What an idiot he was.
Something cool and wet touched his foot, and he jumped, claws digging into the wood at his back. He recoiled, horrified. Was it blood? Urine? For a few moments he stood there, pressed against the wall, and then he realized what the mystery liquid was; he must have overturned the waterjug when he tried to get away from Ahren. With a sigh of relief, Endymion slowly lowered himself and felt around for the container until he found it, busted open and nearly empty. The wolf brought himself upright with equal caution, all the while watching the man. "It's okay, Ahren. I brought you some water," he said quietly, heart beating heavily in his chest. "Are you thirsty?"
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