wait for the clouds to break.

[Semyon Terho]

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I'm very sorry, but at least I <3 you! Backdating is fine I was a wee bit uncertain how to write his coming up, hope this works! Word Count: 338 He'd donned his full armor today, as he did most days. Leather shielded his thighs and upper arms from teeth and blades and claws. A leather belt offered some protection as well, but mainly it was the leather it kept in place that would be his savior in a battle. It was a good thing, to protect one's organs. He'd seen the spill out of opponents, and he knew the crucial points to wound someone. He did not know which of these things did what, nor did he cared when he devoured pray or slew an enemy; he just knew they were important, and in some cases tasty. Not that he'd ever eat a canine; he was not savage. His legs carried his bulky form with ease across the landscape, huddled and alert as he crept closer to his enemies' lands. One obligation, he had now, and it was to aid Haku Soul in his war against these creatures. He did not mind, nor did he care; war was his profession, and if that was his payment for being allowed to stay and heal, then it was no different than trading in food, or offering other kinds of... services. Semyon held the sling in his hand, with a stone already in it, as he moved forward. He did not smile; why should he? He was at work, and he took his job very seriously. He knew nothing of the conflict, and this was good. He didn't want to know, nor did he care. If he knew, he might start caring, and he would risk being unable to do his job. That would be the worst situation imaginable, for he was always keen to fulfill promises, and was very proud in all he did. He would not intentionally bruise his pride, and so he never asked who had done what, or who was the bad faction. Nothing of it mattered to Semyon, and now, on his mission to retrieve information, maybe even a prisoner, he was dead cold. His nostrils flared momentarily as he halted; one scent distinguished itself from the mass of scents that made up the clan's common marking. And she was not far from here. He crouched further, looking ahead, sniffing the air more eagerly to pinpoint her location. With his sling at the ready, he slowly snaked his way through the landscape. One little stone on the head, and he had his prisoner; it was that easy.

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