09-11-2008, 02:26 AM
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He wanted to leave. At that point in time, it was the only thing he wanted. Unfortunately, it just wasn't that easy. For one, didn't even know the lands he was in. The forest beyond the shack and its immediate surroundings was foreign and strange, uninviting. He knew there was fog, and he hated it. He could tell which direction was north, but he had no idea where they were in relation to where he wanted to be. He didn't know how far it was either. So he remained in the shack even though it wasn't raining outside at the moment. He stayed where the sickness still seemed to linger because it had become familiar. The twisted blankets and the tiny corner had been his entire world for how long? A month? Vaguely, he couldn't help but feel that he'd been cheated out of a long-awaited death once again.
Laruku looked up when the door opened, eyes open, alert, but taking in nothing. Unfortunately, the dead air inside and the still humidity outside meant there was no wind to carry a scent to him. A sixth sense of "presence" only took him so far. He knew it wasn't Ahren and he knew it wasn't Rachias. That only narrowed it down to everyone else in the pack, most, people he didn't know, and any strangers that were just happening by. He betrayed no sign of frustration though; after all, it wasn't as if identity would remain a mystery for long. Friendly parties generally introduced themselves. Malicious parties... well. It wasn't like he was trying too hard to avoid death.
He wanted to leave. At that point in time, it was the only thing he wanted. Unfortunately, it just wasn't that easy. For one, didn't even know the lands he was in. The forest beyond the shack and its immediate surroundings was foreign and strange, uninviting. He knew there was fog, and he hated it. He could tell which direction was north, but he had no idea where they were in relation to where he wanted to be. He didn't know how far it was either. So he remained in the shack even though it wasn't raining outside at the moment. He stayed where the sickness still seemed to linger because it had become familiar. The twisted blankets and the tiny corner had been his entire world for how long? A month? Vaguely, he couldn't help but feel that he'd been cheated out of a long-awaited death once again.
Laruku looked up when the door opened, eyes open, alert, but taking in nothing. Unfortunately, the dead air inside and the still humidity outside meant there was no wind to carry a scent to him. A sixth sense of "presence" only took him so far. He knew it wasn't Ahren and he knew it wasn't Rachias. That only narrowed it down to everyone else in the pack, most, people he didn't know, and any strangers that were just happening by. He betrayed no sign of frustration though; after all, it wasn't as if identity would remain a mystery for long. Friendly parties generally introduced themselves. Malicious parties... well. It wasn't like he was trying too hard to avoid death.
Hello,he offered simply, leaning back against the wall.