06-05-2018, 03:50 PM
"Bravery is being the only one who knows you are afraid."
Like a shadow he follows her behind closely. The distance between them is a little larger than that, he is as far away from her side as she allows him to be. He prefers it to stay out of her line of sight, hoping that she would forget about him, even if it only would be for a short moment. Hiroto has not chosen to be her shadow, but she leaves him no choice.
Behind the canopy of the autumn colored tree leaves the sun stands low in the sky. Dusk would soon be upon them, and in the wake of the sun the moon would rise. Hiroto had never been more grateful for the soon coming darkness, which allows him to finally get some rest. His Goddess knows he needs it.
His body is sore, muscles hurting, wounds torn open and bleeding again. But nothing is worse than the pain his bruised ribs cause him when he pants to catch his breath, or the pain that keeps him from using his left foreleg. Upon landing in Beqanna it had not fully been broken, but under an ex-ray his bones would show fine fragments. It’s a wonder Hiroto is standing in the first place.
However, if it’s up to him, he wouldn’t be much longer. His pale muzzle is lowered to the ground, slowly gathering a bunch of dried leaves to make a makeshift nest. If possible, the little fox would’ve shifted, preferring his ‘true’ form over his equine one, but he is painfully aware that he is in a too weak state to make it fully through the transformation, and thus he is stuck like this.
Behind the canopy of the autumn colored tree leaves the sun stands low in the sky. Dusk would soon be upon them, and in the wake of the sun the moon would rise. Hiroto had never been more grateful for the soon coming darkness, which allows him to finally get some rest. His Goddess knows he needs it.
His body is sore, muscles hurting, wounds torn open and bleeding again. But nothing is worse than the pain his bruised ribs cause him when he pants to catch his breath, or the pain that keeps him from using his left foreleg. Upon landing in Beqanna it had not fully been broken, but under an ex-ray his bones would show fine fragments. It’s a wonder Hiroto is standing in the first place.
However, if it’s up to him, he wouldn’t be much longer. His pale muzzle is lowered to the ground, slowly gathering a bunch of dried leaves to make a makeshift nest. If possible, the little fox would’ve shifted, preferring his ‘true’ form over his equine one, but he is painfully aware that he is in a too weak state to make it fully through the transformation, and thus he is stuck like this.
@[Astarael]