According to plan

Swentzle Byström · 12-11-2011, 11:58 PM

Quote:Character Name: Swentzle Byström
Character Age: 3 years.
Character Gender: Male.
Preferred Specialized Rank: Oshin, Reiseki
OOC Name: Raine.
Other Characters Played: None right now.
OOC Second Form of Contact: AIM (rainebowmacaroon)

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For the sake of my own timeline, I'm dating this a couple days ahead of time, to the 13th. :3

Word Count → 405

Swentzle held one hand on Hamza's neck, pulling the bison along as they climbed the mountainside. They'd found a path a while back, but it wasn't exactly meant for carts, and with the way Hamza kept attempting to shake off the tack holding him to the wagon, the journey was only that slightest bit more difficult. Swentzle winced every time they hit a particularly large bump in the road, and whenever Hamza began struggling against the weight around his neck. Irinei slept on in the back of the wagon--the herbs he'd slipped into the pained man's water saw to that--but Swentzle ached at the thought that he might be causing more pain than was already there. Hamza stopped moving again, shaking his head irritably and bellowing, and it was all Swentzle could do to keep him from bucking everything off and running for it.

Circling around to the Bison's front, Swentzle pulled the bison down sharply and holding him there as long as he could and whispering soothing words. "Hamza, aequalem te. He soothed, and began pulling the bison again, walking backward carefully. "It's only a bit farther, my boy. Come now." Hamza snorted and began walking again, though he moved slowly; it was very clear he didn't want to be hooked up to the cart any longer, and Swentzle hoped he wouldn't have to be. He returned to his position by the buffalo's side, nudging him along with gentle encouragement whenever it seemed he would throw another fit. Fovea, walking behind the wagon, lashed her tail irritably whenever she heard his soothing words, seeming incredibly jealous of the attention the bison was getting.

Finally, they reached the scent-marked border of Ichika, and Swentzle heaved a sigh, pulling Hamza to a stop and rubbing his neck wearily. "I'll let you go soon, Hamza." He promised, and moved to the back of the wagon to check on his injured companion. Irinei was out like a light, but his face was tight with lines of pain. Swentzle had made as much room as he could in the back of the cart, but the male was still somewhat scrunched up, leaning back on the bags of supplies that Swentzle had gotten in Freetown. The brindle male made sure he was as comfortable as possible before returning to the front of the wagon and giving a short, sharp bark, hoping someone would be nearby to hear.

Table by Aly, code by the Mentors!

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