bag of bones

Helotes Lykoi · 11-04-2011, 01:33 PM

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Yay for another AW with the three of us! Mel, I am assuming here that Enkiel and Helotes have already met and that Enkiel helped tend his wounds when he came back from the fight Salvia, this is a couple days later / +411

He felt like shit. For the past two days he had been lying in this dusty, dilapidated room completely hating himself. How could he have been so stupid? How could he have lost so easily? Like a punished child Helotes had confined himself to his room, even turning Kaena away when she had come to investigate after Enkiel had left him. Now, two days later, he still was in here, but he knew he had to get up. The light from the outside world filtered in through the disintegrating curtains hanging over his window, beckoning him to come out.

With a groan he swung his legs over the side of the bed; yesterday he had somehow managed to shift into optime, despite his injuries. The process had taken nearly twenty minutes to complete, but he had succeeded and after adjusting his bandages to fit his new form had felt at least more comfortable, but no less ashamed of himself. Quickly, yet stiffly, Helotes exited his room and swiftly left the mansion, hoping not to attract any attention to himself. Once outside, he just began walking through the cool fog, trying to stretch out his aching muscles

The previous day, he had foolishly walked into Salsola territory, Enkiel had informed him that was the name of the pack to the north. It had been a complete accident, a stupid one on his part; he had stayed on the shore line and missed any scent mark or visual sign that he was entering pack territory. Without warning he had been attacked by a she-wolf with knives for teeth and now… his poor tail. He looked down at the pathetic thing, the entire base of it wrapped tightly in gauze and only the end showing a puff of fur. How embarrassing, his ears drooped. It wasn’t the only major wound he had received however, his entire chest was wrapped up to keep a large bandage tightly pressed against the area between his shoulders; that had been where the wolfess had grabbed him at first, leaving large puncture wounds that would take some time to heal.

Suddenly, a smell caught his nose through the mist, a familiar one. Zana! Oh how she would laugh at him if she saw him now, he was all beat up, he was sure that would amuse her. However, he suddenly longed for her company and moved in the direction that carried her scent, heading straight for the guest house.

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