04-16-2021, 01:19 AM
Alaric awoke to nothing but pain. The wounds from the bear were beginning to open again, and honestly, the Crane couldn’t recall why. What had happened in order for them to begin to bleed and tear once more? He had been healing well, and easily. With the help of Keres and her constant nagging, his skin was scabbing and scarring, instead of ripping and oozing. But for some reason - he felt as if another bear had decided to rip the bastard open again.
The titan groaned as he pulled himself up, from lying in the grass, between the trees. His legs trembled faintly, he felt exhausted, as if he had been running for week straight without even a moment of a break. Al could feel his muscles twitching beneath his fur, and the dampness around his gashes began to matt thickly into his coat - he was bleeding. “son of a bitch,” to Crane hissed out in a sharp growl of annoyance. His ears slicked back and head hanging low, like a predator on the hunt. He stalked the unknown woods, his head still in a hazy confusion of why he was injured again - instead of wondering where he was.
But then, an uncertainty settled in his stomach. Alaric rose his head, nose lifting to the wind. Where... was Keres? Her scent wasn’t simply stale, it was gone. As if she had never been here. And come to think of it - where exactly is here? A black masked face furrowed in a display of displeasure. Bleeding, sore, and now without his little dove of a healer? This day was going terribly.
Growling to himself, he began to enter the forest further, the distant sound of waves could be heard from behind himself. And he recalled the beach, and the glowing blue water Keres had seemed so enchanted with. Did something happen? Did he have to defend her, is that why he was bleeding in the woods, and not sleeping beside the sea? The little healer wouldn’t allow him to get injured without reason. But maybe... did she finally walk away from him? Realizing he was an asshole and undeserving of help. Had she finally gone back to that fucking prick “Arch”.
Alaric paused, snapping sharply at the air as his tail lifted and spinal fur began to rise in a tension of hatred. He was gonna rip that fucking bastards throat out if he thought he was gonna walk away with Keres. Fuck that.
As his legs quaked from exhaustion and his body bled, Alaric stubbornly walked. Searching.
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The titan groaned as he pulled himself up, from lying in the grass, between the trees. His legs trembled faintly, he felt exhausted, as if he had been running for week straight without even a moment of a break. Al could feel his muscles twitching beneath his fur, and the dampness around his gashes began to matt thickly into his coat - he was bleeding. “son of a bitch,” to Crane hissed out in a sharp growl of annoyance. His ears slicked back and head hanging low, like a predator on the hunt. He stalked the unknown woods, his head still in a hazy confusion of why he was injured again - instead of wondering where he was.
But then, an uncertainty settled in his stomach. Alaric rose his head, nose lifting to the wind. Where... was Keres? Her scent wasn’t simply stale, it was gone. As if she had never been here. And come to think of it - where exactly is here? A black masked face furrowed in a display of displeasure. Bleeding, sore, and now without his little dove of a healer? This day was going terribly.
Growling to himself, he began to enter the forest further, the distant sound of waves could be heard from behind himself. And he recalled the beach, and the glowing blue water Keres had seemed so enchanted with. Did something happen? Did he have to defend her, is that why he was bleeding in the woods, and not sleeping beside the sea? The little healer wouldn’t allow him to get injured without reason. But maybe... did she finally walk away from him? Realizing he was an asshole and undeserving of help. Had she finally gone back to that fucking prick “Arch”.
Alaric paused, snapping sharply at the air as his tail lifted and spinal fur began to rise in a tension of hatred. He was gonna rip that fucking bastards throat out if he thought he was gonna walk away with Keres. Fuck that.
As his legs quaked from exhaustion and his body bled, Alaric stubbornly walked. Searching.
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