01-15-2012, 08:16 AM
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The wound on his chest throbbed and for good reason, had those claws sunk any deeper and he wouldn't be alive to be feeling irritation at his pain right now. The man held a hand to the wound over his chest and then quickly removed it with a low hiss as it only aggravated the problem. His life was rife with problems such as these, constant hammer blows onto a chisel that threatened to crack him into hundreds of small pieces and cast him to the wind. He spent most nights outside the pack since the fight with the bear, far enough away that they would not hear him calling fruitlessly into the sky for some kind of light to follow, a guide. He was always back before morning time however, back to see his sons and daughter and adopted daughter wake up and greet the morning. The children, they made him smile, even the half demon child that was Shurui's, he was determined to help him though, to not let Shurui's bad blood take over. The children.... if not for them he would have left the two woman that he catered for long ago and maybe returned to the land of his birth after finding Saxif of course. He longed for Spain, even though the memories of his sweet short time with Kailypso made his heart ache fiercely, at least there he knew that he was, he had been loved, here he could not say anything of being loved, apart from the children.
He was caught up within his mind, within his wondering s that were doing him no good and therefore did not notice the strengthening scent of Aeron as he headed towards the tables, gasping feebly every few seconds with the wounds as the wounds upon his chest pained him agonizingly. Still he was alive, he was about and able to get around, paying no heed to the beads of crimson dribbling down from his bandaged chest to his stomach and collecting within the crevices of his tool belt. He didn't care really, all he wanted was to be exhausted enough at the end of the day that he didn't even dream, those horrible nightmares would not come to him then, disturbing visions of everyone around him dead, lifeless and dripping their own life fluid. His ears however picked up the sounds of the person within the stables before he ever noticed the scent, it was only after he heard her that he noticed it, Aeron. The man was torn for a second, she had been injured as well in the fighting and as well a few days after that as well with someone at the borders. He didn't know whether to greet the man hating warrior or simply turn around and leave, in the end it was a whinny of a horse that decided it for him, he needed to do the jobs he was assigned, so he stepped into the finished stables, small plots of blood dripping from him to spatter the floor as he did so, he nodded his head at her and greeted her cautiously,
"Aeron."
The wound on his chest throbbed and for good reason, had those claws sunk any deeper and he wouldn't be alive to be feeling irritation at his pain right now. The man held a hand to the wound over his chest and then quickly removed it with a low hiss as it only aggravated the problem. His life was rife with problems such as these, constant hammer blows onto a chisel that threatened to crack him into hundreds of small pieces and cast him to the wind. He spent most nights outside the pack since the fight with the bear, far enough away that they would not hear him calling fruitlessly into the sky for some kind of light to follow, a guide. He was always back before morning time however, back to see his sons and daughter and adopted daughter wake up and greet the morning. The children, they made him smile, even the half demon child that was Shurui's, he was determined to help him though, to not let Shurui's bad blood take over. The children.... if not for them he would have left the two woman that he catered for long ago and maybe returned to the land of his birth after finding Saxif of course. He longed for Spain, even though the memories of his sweet short time with Kailypso made his heart ache fiercely, at least there he knew that he was, he had been loved, here he could not say anything of being loved, apart from the children.
He was caught up within his mind, within his wondering s that were doing him no good and therefore did not notice the strengthening scent of Aeron as he headed towards the tables, gasping feebly every few seconds with the wounds as the wounds upon his chest pained him agonizingly. Still he was alive, he was about and able to get around, paying no heed to the beads of crimson dribbling down from his bandaged chest to his stomach and collecting within the crevices of his tool belt. He didn't care really, all he wanted was to be exhausted enough at the end of the day that he didn't even dream, those horrible nightmares would not come to him then, disturbing visions of everyone around him dead, lifeless and dripping their own life fluid. His ears however picked up the sounds of the person within the stables before he ever noticed the scent, it was only after he heard her that he noticed it, Aeron. The man was torn for a second, she had been injured as well in the fighting and as well a few days after that as well with someone at the borders. He didn't know whether to greet the man hating warrior or simply turn around and leave, in the end it was a whinny of a horse that decided it for him, he needed to do the jobs he was assigned, so he stepped into the finished stables, small plots of blood dripping from him to spatter the floor as he did so, he nodded his head at her and greeted her cautiously,
"Aeron."