12-08-2007, 06:16 AM
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It was probably more than a little foolish to set out on his own, especially since he was still favoring one paw. It wasn't a horribly serious injury or anything, but it slowed him down. He knew that Faolin had already offered to accompany him if he wanted to visit and maybe even Gabriel would have consented to tagging along if he had asked, but the greyish pup did not feel like having an adult watching over him this time, even if he always felt more secure with one around. Besides, Rachias had made the journey on her own, hadn't she? So there was no reason he couldn't do the same.
Arkham didn't think he liked the snow much. The beach had been free of the substance for the most part, but the further away he got from Inferni, the more of it there was until he could see no more of the rocky shore and all there was was an infinite stretch of white. How was he supposed to find anything like this? He had decided to avoid the city this time -- he doubted that all of the strange ledges and buildings and uneven surfaces would have been good. The snow covered too much and he wouldn't be able to see what he was standing on; if he fell again, he would be in big trouble. So he had gone around it, deciding he would take his chances with the low mountain ranges and hoping to eventually find the river because he'd been told Clouded Tears had a lake in the middle and that had to flow from a river, right?
He sneezed and decided rather suddenly that it was time for a break. He was tired and a little hungry and was starting to feel less than great about his prospects out there. Sitting down, he waved his left foreleg around a little just to see how it was doing. It still ached a little where it had probably been bruised underneath the fur, but it wasn't as bad as it had been the day before. There were some scattered trees in the distance and he thought he could finally hear rushing water, but however close he was to the river, he didn't feel like getting up again just yet.
Arkham didn't think he liked the snow much. The beach had been free of the substance for the most part, but the further away he got from Inferni, the more of it there was until he could see no more of the rocky shore and all there was was an infinite stretch of white. How was he supposed to find anything like this? He had decided to avoid the city this time -- he doubted that all of the strange ledges and buildings and uneven surfaces would have been good. The snow covered too much and he wouldn't be able to see what he was standing on; if he fell again, he would be in big trouble. So he had gone around it, deciding he would take his chances with the low mountain ranges and hoping to eventually find the river because he'd been told Clouded Tears had a lake in the middle and that had to flow from a river, right?
He sneezed and decided rather suddenly that it was time for a break. He was tired and a little hungry and was starting to feel less than great about his prospects out there. Sitting down, he waved his left foreleg around a little just to see how it was doing. It still ached a little where it had probably been bruised underneath the fur, but it wasn't as bad as it had been the day before. There were some scattered trees in the distance and he thought he could finally hear rushing water, but however close he was to the river, he didn't feel like getting up again just yet.