My Compass Rose | Tonjes Mar 7, 2013 14:24:26 GMT -5
Post by Cezar Stark on Mar 7, 2013 14:24:26 GMT -5
ooc| first post with Cez and his new table from Grace! <3
Blue eyes peered up from a canopy of undergrowth, trying to see where the sun was. After a few moments of nervous deliberation he came to the conclusion that it was setting, and he was in trouble. The temperature had been dropping steadily since they'd left Carna territory, and now it felt almost below freezing. Cezar had to choke back the whine rising in his throat for fear of getting caught--he wasn't exactly clear on which Retro group's territory he was currently lost, and didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. He always got the names mixed up, and the fact that he would definitely not make back to the Carna before nightfall didn't help clear his thoughts any.
His shoulder ached relentlessly and he had to choke back another whine as a sharp pain jolted through his body when he shifted his weight slightly, to shake the snow from settling on his black fur. He cussed himself inwardly for being so stupid, Costin's sharp voice barking orders in his head. Get up, walk! Don't be so stupid, Cezar! Ignore the pain and march your ass home before I come kick it all the way back to the Carna! The voice comforted him, even if he knew it was just his imagination. The presence of his brother still gave him some comfort, even if it was only in thought.
He wished his brother was here, but he was likely still chasing down the elk that their hunting party had been tracking for a couple days. The elk that they'd been chasing when Cezar had seen Costin give him the signal, and moved in to attack the weakening creature. But as he leaped forward and sunk his fangs into the elk's hindquarters, attempting to scrabble a hold with his blunted claws, his grip loosened and he fell straight against the elk's bucking legs. A sharp hoof slammed into his shoulder and he tumbled to the ground.
He'd woken up a few minutes later to see the shadowy figure of his brother and the two Carna with him fading into the edges of the forest, leaving him behind. He'd started to limp after them, but the pain in his shoulder was too intense just then, and he'd ended up huddled under a bush of some sort, trying to keep out of the wind and snow. And so here he sat a couple hours later, desperately hoping his comrades would turn around and fetch him. But as time grew long and the shadows deeper, Cezar knew he had to find somewhere warmer to spend the night, or start walking. He got to his paws, trying to stretch out the muscles that had grown stiff after hours of sitting and waiting, and slowly peeked out from his safe haven of undergrowth and tried to figure out which way to go; the hunting party's scent and trail was probably long covered by the fresh fall of wet snow, and Cezar was left clueless as to which way to start walking.