Ouroboros Spine take me home

[size=x-small]Alright! [/size]

The tawny male introduced himself as they reached the dampened sunken road. "Mordecai..." Dijax repeated mutedly, to hear the name come out of his own Russian tongue. He said it without a flaw, though the 'r' in the wolf's name was rolled.

The white male's action of staying near the bank obviously confused the Alpha; he stood beside the stream, paws soaking in the water. “It's not poisoned, I promise. You can drink,” he said, glancing at Dijax. Unable to retain a chuckle, the male made his way to join Mordecai at the water's edge. Soft mud squidged beneath his stained paws, not aiding with the pain. He arrived at the edge and the cool water washed over his crimson toes, a red cloud dissipating into the water. Dijax heaved a long sigh of pleasure and relief. Finally, he could rest. Finally.

Dijax walked deeper into the water, salviniales brushing across his long legs. More blood that clung to his body washed away into the current of the stream, which was surrounded by extremely tall aspens shading the water flow. He had held it together for Mordecai, but now that he was surrounded by the one element that he most lust, he could not contain himself.

He looked up into the dark sky, thanking God for his deliverance from death. Dijax's snout pointed up, eyelids closed as he took heavy breaths. "спасибо," he said. Then, in an almost rushed action, he dove his mouth down into the water, and drank. He drank for a long time, causing him to pant when he was done — it tasted like paradise.

For a while, he splashed around in the water, rolling, dunking his head under the surface as it glided through the water ferns; it was almost a dance. A dance of victory. Dijax could not get out of the stream. He could not get out of the thing that he had been deprived of for at least two days. So with an open-mouthed and almost nostalgic smile, he looked at Mordercai: "Thank you, my friend."

[size=x-small]спасибо = Thank you[/size]