Hallelujah (closed)
Characters: Tyrus, et al.
Content: A wolfdog on the hunt, find something else
Setting: Southeast of the library
Warnings: None, so far
Tyrus had walked for quite some time. It felt good to be able to do so. In fact, begrudgingly, he had to admit that he owed another thanks to the blonde boy that had healed him, and done a fair job of reducing the pain causing his limp. Of course, his gait was still just barely off-kilter, but now it wasn't enough to bother him.
Hell, it was almost... pleasant, trotting through the broken, decrepit city, managing to catch a gimarat here and there or nose his way through a pile of rubble to find some gimamoss to chew. And yet... he still had that promise to keep, the one he'd admittedly accepted as his reason for being, at least for the moment. Finding a reason to be was just as good as knowing what it was. It was logical, at least to Tyrus.
In fact, it was liberating enough that a tightness swelled in his chest, and he had to clamber to the closest slab of stone he could, rising above the flat of the street almost like a throne for a lion. Planting his feet, one with a dull thunk, he tipped his head back and howled to the sky, uncaring of any predator that might hear. He was one of them, after all. And he would show that he could live, without giving up.
Content: A wolfdog on the hunt, find something else
Setting: Southeast of the library
Warnings: None, so far
Tyrus had walked for quite some time. It felt good to be able to do so. In fact, begrudgingly, he had to admit that he owed another thanks to the blonde boy that had healed him, and done a fair job of reducing the pain causing his limp. Of course, his gait was still just barely off-kilter, but now it wasn't enough to bother him.
Hell, it was almost... pleasant, trotting through the broken, decrepit city, managing to catch a gimarat here and there or nose his way through a pile of rubble to find some gimamoss to chew. And yet... he still had that promise to keep, the one he'd admittedly accepted as his reason for being, at least for the moment. Finding a reason to be was just as good as knowing what it was. It was logical, at least to Tyrus.
In fact, it was liberating enough that a tightness swelled in his chest, and he had to clamber to the closest slab of stone he could, rising above the flat of the street almost like a throne for a lion. Planting his feet, one with a dull thunk, he tipped his head back and howled to the sky, uncaring of any predator that might hear. He was one of them, after all. And he would show that he could live, without giving up.