03-27-2009, 03:37 PM
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| Out of Character *prances around* I guess it should be Kol, then Alexey, then Cwmfen as far as the first round goes. ^^ Word Count: 326 In Character She was exhausted. Kol lacked both the energy and the will to shift out of her secui form as she and Lexey made the trek back to Dahlia de Mai. Blood both dry and fresh seeped from numerous wounds across her body, most of which were centered around her face, neck, shoulders, and chest. She walked determinedly, despite the limp in her left foreleg and the pain that coursed through her, her violet eyes hard as ice as she flicked them from the path ahead to the friend at her side. There was no question that the tawny Koios woman had saved Kol's life this night, but she was still angry at her for putting herself in danger on the Stormbringer's behalf. It was a good thing that Lexey could see, because Kol was busy blinking the blood from her vision as it leaked into her eyes from the gash in her forehead. Being a Dahlian scout, the black female knew the area and the way home well enough, but it was hard to navigate her way when all she could see and smell was her own blood. Without Alexey, Kol probably would have gotten lost and collapsed from exhaustion long before reaching home. The woman had no idea how long it had taken, but she could have kissed the ground as the pair passed over the well-known borderline into Dahlian territory. When it came to the packlands, she could find her way perfectly regardless of sense deprivation. Not even pausing her stride for fear of not getting back up, Kol glanced at her companion and best friend as she set her paws in a particular direction, her voice ragged between panting breaths. "Gotta...tell someone...about that thing. Cwmfen's den is...closest." Without waiting for her friend's reply, Kol turned back in the direction she'd picked. Alexey would either come or not, it was up to her. Kol quietly hoped it would be the former. Table by Fishie! |