| Likely that those 3 are joining.
The man was tiring, his sprint slowing slightly and getting clumsier by the second. He was healthy, well-fed and uninjured but even his stamina wasn’t god tier. He was bounding, the snow considerably deeper as he went across the stretch of plains. It was harder to get through. The last time he’d passed through here was when that obnoxious boy, the rude one who didn’t even thank him for his help.
Though, his sister was definitely not much better. That Rota girl was a piece of work in herself.
He frowned, his mind wandering the only thing keeping his aching joints going. They were screaming at him to slow, to steady himself. He was definitely looking to pull something or to permanently injure himself. He had to make it out of there alive though. He made a promise to that bastards mother.
He went over his options again in his head. The hollow. A sanctuary. A place of youths and the elderly. He couldn’t just run in there and get help. He’d told them he’d not bring the man anywhere near there. He released an uneasy pant, stumbling in a thick batch of the white powder. Steadily regaining his balance, he tried to gather his thoughts, his body aimed for the north.
He wasn’t that exhausted, he could keep it going. He could make it out of the clearing. Right…?
Doubts were filling his mind.
HAPPY THOUGHTS. HAPPY FUCKING THOUGHTS.
Miss Evergreen. She was nice. She also hated Elliot. A smirk pulled at his lips, head lowering to make his form level, a sort of streamline fix if you will. It wasn’t perfect but it helped. Aerodynamic’s was actually something that worked even if it was only slight.
- The evergreens. Head to a cave. Miss evergreen would help. He knew she would. They shared similar goals when it came to Elliot.
- Nima. He would return. He had to. This was his only litter. He hoped they wouldn’t hate him.
- HE WAS FREAKING TIRED.
His eyes dampened slightly. His. Hers. He shook his head abruptly, throwing away the the watering of his eyes. The wind was definitely getting to him. It was going in his eyes and drying them to a pulp.
He was hitting a wall both mentally and physically.
Sep 01, 2017 10:59 AM
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