How to save a life

Jefferson Soul · 04-12-2010, 11:32 PM

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Good thing I went looking for this thread, else I would have forgotten you started one. XD

He had been back in Phoenix Valley not long before the brute was once again struck with a case of wanderlust. If he could remember nothing else of his childhood, Jefferson was aware that he'd definitely been one for traveling in his youth, long distances or short, and it was an ironic shame that with the loss of his foreleg due to that bitch of a mother bear he lost full capability to walk with comfort. Perhaps it was all for the better good, however; Jefferson's duties as a leader held him tight within the confines of his pack most of the time, and what little free time he got he did not wander too far away. The temptation of four strong, capable legs might have been too much for him, but with the removal of one of them and the intermittent sharp, tight pains that slipped through his muscles, the cyclops was more restricted to the lands where he lived.

He had gotten away, however, two-legged and moving despite the rain. It had never really bothered him, though pains in his bad arm seemed to be able to predict oncoming storms and the like. For whatever reason, that ache hadn't daunted him and Jefferson had left anyway as if the knowledge he learned about AniWaya had struck him with the need to learn more about the surrounding world. Perhaps it was Maluki shining through, perhaps it wasn't. Jefferson was not the creature he used to be.

The rain became progressively worse, however, and in a village of some sort he found it necessary to slow down and take shelter. The ache in his arm was horrendous, and as he moved along he noticed another soaked but delicate-looking figure in the rain, peering helplessly into an open door. Originally he'd planned to pass straight by her, but his tattered ears picked up her question from the street. What a strange, silly girl.

Jefferson stepped behind her soundlessly, his brute voice sudden and booming compared to the patter of the rain. "You know, the humans died out years ago," the cyclops said, typical frown on his wet, soggy face. That door was open, however, and its roof would stop the rain. It would suffice, if she moved.

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