08-21-2008, 12:38 AM
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private for ember. set the 20th. sloppy!
Endymion couldn't afford to wander too far from Esper Hollow, but he needed more supplies. As frenzied as his thoughts were, as high as his stress level was, as little sleep as he was getting, he was morbidly grateful for the responsibility and purpose he now had. The months of aimlessness had bothered him almost as bad as the crushing feeling of inadequacy. Though the situation was definitely not something he would have asked for, and he was in danger of hanging his sanity on the outcome, he was glad to be a part of something again.
The sky was gray though it was late afternoon, and the smell of rain was in the air. As always. The red wolf was crouched at the sprawling roots of a large tree, meticulously trying to extricate a plant, roots and all. His brow was furrowed so low that his pale green eyes were scarcely visible, and he breathed as if he had run a great distance. Pushing the soft soil away from the fragile stem as much as he could, the young man began to tug tentatively. Pushed more soil, tugged again. Repeated. When it seemed as if the plant would agree and be plucked out, Endymion pulled harder; the little green thing broke in half. "Merde," he groaned in French, throwing the useless thing over his shoulder.
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private for ember. set the 20th. sloppy!