Blacktail Deer Plateau Praying for Love, and Paying in Naivety

Had he been smarter, he would have went to any of the wolves he had met previously and inquired for a healer. But instead, his emotions ruled him, and logic faded as he internally scolded himself, pushing himself through a hell that peons would have been forced to endure. Everything on him stung, and with every movement his muscles protested. He was a crumbling mountain, and after a dip in the Whitefish River, he wasn’t much better. Sure, he had cleaned the majority of grime and dirt, but he hadn’t exactly washed himself free of the things that plagued him the most. 

A broken pride. Sore ribs. A swollen ear, and it was even worse trying to keep your head above water when the  neck refused to bend up. Had he not learned how to swim and be good at it, poor bastard would have drowned. 

It seemed he he only survived on luck and charity at this point. Charity however, he abrasively pushed away, refusing to be even more pathetic than he currently was. He couldn’t face Kavik, he couldn’t face Liri, he couldn’t even face Krarius, lest he bully the boy even more in his horrible state. Was it him caring? 
Or was the rogue scared?

Would it have been best for him to leave? To let this happy family live their life without his troubles? He couldn’t stop the pain that wracked into his heart, lungs feeling constricted in their ample cage. He held back his dismay as he stared into the waters of the river, all too aware of nothing, and ignorant of everything.

His mind couldn’t be made up, nor could he figure what was best for him. How did he feel? Awful. But the bastard didn’t exactly know how to channel it in any other way than hatred. He wanted to destroy Minori, regardless of her lesson or not. She had bested him, and where he would have wanted death from the loss, she had spared him. That was a mistake on her end, and a misery on his own. Scars would heal...

but they were meant to bleed.


@Corvus