05-30-2009, 08:25 PM
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At her voice, there was a slightest click—as if something had snapped on in his memory. His tail wagged slowly behind him, a reassurance he meant no harm, and he continued to close the distance between them. “Recovering. The past two months were slow.” That was no lie. He had spent more time laid up, writhing in pain, then he had ever wanted to do so again. After that amount of time he had gained more weight and grown, but his muscles were still rebuilding and most of the weight was not worked. That was a problem, and one he was working on adverting.
Taking a seat next to the painted woman, the boy turned his face out towards Inferni and for several long moments was silent. Then; “Why is your father hunting you, Cwmfen?” [/html]