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OOC: Ohaithar. :3 Teo's all beaten up and stuff. Don't mind him.
He was resting on the couch in the main room of their house, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling with a heated glare. Damn her. Damn that blasted patchy no-good coyote and damn the clan and damn the caves and damn them all. The bruise on his side was fresh, burning hot to the touch and it felt as if his ribs were shattered there... they weren't, just bruised, but it felt horrible. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been beaten up this badly.
A soft voice broke him from his muddled thoughts and he turned his head to look in the direction of it. It was Ayasha, he could tell by the voice, and so without moving, he called over to her. "It's open! Come on in." He didn't want to move. Moving hurt. Rest was far better suited for his situation right now, anyway.
Nearby, 'resting' on a bookshelf, Ahiyuhi sneered at him. Her transparent form was curled up on the top shelf, gleaming crystal eyes laughing at his misery. She wasn't cruel or even angry at him, but he'd deserved it for breaking his loyalties to AniWaya. Maybe now he'd learned his lesson. The Spirit Guide paid no attention to the voice at the door, too amused with her poor coydog's condition to bother paying it any mind.
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