and then it falls.

Anatole Aston · 10-09-2012, 12:40 PM

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(300) If you want, PP Anatole helping pull him out. :3

There was a need for discipline within his life. Anatole was a capable man and excelled at physical work, and was fast enough to think on his feet and adapt to situations as they came. What he lacked was the drive of leadership. His position in life was best defined by boundaries, for when he had none he had lost sight of his path. By following others he lessened his own responsibility and instead found worth in elevating leaders. His was the life of a pack wolf, not its alpha. As long as there was work, as long as he was given what he needed, he would grind through life with the same headstrong attitude that had carried him thus far.

Large as he was, Anatole tried his best to be careful around his cousin. His muscles strained as larger stones were pulled away, tossed into the storm where they landed with muddy WHUMPS behind the pair. His hair clung to his face and his ears were pinned flat against his skull. Instinct told him to flee this storm for safety, but he had a duty now.

After when felt like an eternity, he finally made enough progress to see that Claudius’ arm was pinned. He hunched over the man, oblivious to personal space at the moment, and eyed it warily. “Tabarnak,” he cursed, slipping into his native tongue without realizing it. “I might hurt you more trying to move it,” Anatole growled, frustrated. His green eyes fell to Claudius, full of worry but asking him silently for permission to do such a thing. He feared more what would happen if he left the gray wolf alone to go get help, and hoped that this might be apparent. Exposure was twice as deadly as the debris being whipped around them.

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