Your always on my mind

[Endymion Russo]

[html]aww, they're so similar. endy can't read either!

Mud! Wretched stuff, it was. Endymion scowled as he stalked through the corridors, picking clumps of the stuff off his arms and legs. There was a trail behind him of half-dried mud leading all the way to the entrance of the den. The Wahrer normally enjoyed border patrol, though today the earth was soggy and the air humid. Bad weather always set him off; Endymion enjoyed sunlight and warmth over the cold, grayness of winter. Spring was taking its merry time to arrive, and the wolf was beginning to grow impatient.

Endymion turned toward the library, intending to pass through it to get to his den. He had been avoiding the commons ever since they had found Phasma there, and didn't want to visit it any time soon. He shuddered a little as he passed the opening to the chamber, quickening his already swift pace, and swooped into the library. However, he nearly jumped out of his mud-caked skin when he just missed tripping over a dark-clad creature lying on the chamber floor. Endymion halted abruptly and hopped to the side, catching a yelp in his throat before it escaped and made him sound like a fool. Clearing his throat, he attempted to regain his composure. "Oh," he mumbled, "Sorry."

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