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Hart
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 3, 2011
- Location
- here..there...everywhere.. nowhere
Loping through the dense woods Sayer felt his body growing tired. He had been on the run for the past three days after escaping from the hunters who had captured him. His species had been hunted to near extinction over the centuries and were still being pursued. If he hadn't set out to find a mate to help bring new blood to his pack he might not have been found out. However now he was in unknown territory, far from his pack or even an area he recognized.
The smell of his blood seeping from his wounds filled his nose but he could still smell them, their rank evil smell following him. Stumbling over a small log he crashed to the ground. It was now at the point he had to find someone to help him and tend his wounds. The blasted hunters had cut him with silver knives and some poison was keeping his powers from healing them.
Picking his body up he dragged himself on. Eventually Sayer emerged from the woods and saw what seemed to be a converted farm. Unsure how the occupants would react to finding a exceptionally large wolf near dying at their door he decided to risk it. He was out of options. Getting closer he could smell a multitude of animals in the home, dogs, cats, rabbits, even horses from what must be a stable behind the main building. Crawling up onto the porch he saw a sign that explained all the smells. It was a vets office, just his good luck to emerge there. Collapsing at the door his large coal black body barely moved with his shallow breath. Staring at the door he whimpered hoping someone would hear and come help him.
The smell of his blood seeping from his wounds filled his nose but he could still smell them, their rank evil smell following him. Stumbling over a small log he crashed to the ground. It was now at the point he had to find someone to help him and tend his wounds. The blasted hunters had cut him with silver knives and some poison was keeping his powers from healing them.
Picking his body up he dragged himself on. Eventually Sayer emerged from the woods and saw what seemed to be a converted farm. Unsure how the occupants would react to finding a exceptionally large wolf near dying at their door he decided to risk it. He was out of options. Getting closer he could smell a multitude of animals in the home, dogs, cats, rabbits, even horses from what must be a stable behind the main building. Crawling up onto the porch he saw a sign that explained all the smells. It was a vets office, just his good luck to emerge there. Collapsing at the door his large coal black body barely moved with his shallow breath. Staring at the door he whimpered hoping someone would hear and come help him.