08-21-2009, 11:18 PM
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Table by Mel
Ugh. Class is only interesting if you make it interesting—I've had some really terrible professors before, so I feel you. This one lady used to scream at us if we forgot our art supplies, like we were gradeschoolers or something. |: But it sounds like you've just got a nice guy who goes on tangents, which is nice until you actually want to learn something. XD Don't worry! Hezekiah (Zeki?) is half unconscious and brand new, no worries. XD It takes a few posts to get comfortable with a character. The hybrid woman recalled the last adult loner she'd encountered on the borders, young Merilin. She was not much older or younger than this canine here, but she had been in far better shape. At least she'd been conscious—then again, she'd only had a small ding to her head, not a gaping wound in her side. The coyote woman's yellow-orange eyes studied his ribs again, tracing over that separated flesh on his pale brown fur. He had much of the typical drab tan of a coyote, shadowed with creamier tones on his underside. With her voice and touch, he'd seemed to stir more than he had before—his pale blue eyes opening once again, blankly staring forward until the details melded together to form a coherent picture for him. Kaena remained quiet as he stirred, not wishing to goad him to do too much too quickly—such a thing could surely plunge him back into the depths of darkness, and she did not want to have to drag his carcass back to the caves by herself. Hell, she didn't even know if she could—her one arm was severely weakened thanks to Haku's wound, glaring red pulp against the otherwise dingy color of her fur. If he passed out again, she'd have to call for someone else's strength, something that bothered the one-eyed coyote. She was growing steadily older; if she had been three years younger, she'd be healed and whole again, more elastic and resilient to severe wounds than she was now. He sat up at long last, shifting and looking around blearily, as if he still did not fully comprehend the world around him. "Kaena Lykoi," she offered, blazing yellow eye regarding the coyotel. "You don't have a home," she observed. He did not smell of any of the other groups of this land, though the silvery coyote did not know if they would accept pureblooded coyotes such as this one. "Can you walk?" she asked. There was little point in entertaining the formalities of joining up with Inferni here and now; she would ascertain if Gabriel would allow him into Inferni for a short time under her supervision, feed and tend to him, and send him on his way if he wished. If he expressed interest in staying with his kind, it was better, certainly—but there was something in Kaena which would not allow her to simply turn tail and walk away from this creature, leaving him to die in some spit of forest just outside of their borders. |