Duck Lake as I love the name of honor more than I fear death

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He promised himself, no matter how bad the pain was, no matter how much blood dripped from the wounds on his body that he wold not utter a single sound that was fueled by pain. His limbs throbbed as he ran, tough pads held as he moved across sharp stones. His hear pounded furiously against his chest and he felt like someone had ripped his lungs out of his body but still let him live. The resolve and determination that kept him on his paws, that kept him going was coming from the Roman part of him, it was the part that he cherished and hated most and it was apparently the most useful part of him right now. It was also the goal in mind, to find his brother that kept him moving with the speed of an eagle, he would not die if he couldn't find his brother. He knew he would only let himself relax or fade away to the realms of the underworld when he was able to see, touch and know his brother again.

He was thankful that his father had taught him other languages other than latin, he was surprised that Aku taught anything other than plain fighting but everything the sadistic bastard taught him came to use now and he was grudgingly grateful but again, he wouldn't be in this state had it not been for him. Blood matted his thick agouti coat and stormy eyes scanned the unfamiliar terrain warily, his legs somehow managing to keep his body upright. Food and water was first priority right now because how in the name of Jupiter could he find his brother if he wasn't even living? In the distance came a faint quacking, the agouti yearling paused, his ears swiveling towards the sound, his tongue licking his dry lips as he broke into a sprint.

His prediction correct for it was indeed a lake, with the annoying ducks quacking and giving him a massive headache. As if he didn't have enough things bothering him now. He was sure if anyone was following him, they didn't even need to concentrate to find his tracks. The blood trails on the ground would lead anyone to him. The Roman somehow gracefully crouched down and began lappng at the water quickly, the only thing that mattered how was to get as much liquid into his body. Moments later, he began retching and the water he inhaled spilled from his jaws onto the ground. Breathing heavily he dipped his muzzle into the water and drank carefully.

He was losing blood and he knew he needed something to stop the flow. The cobwebs he had used, binding them roughly to his body had vanished when he was running and he was in no mood to fetch new ones. Because the only thought that registered in his fuzzy mind was to find his sibling.