room for one more [seph] [C] Nov 9, 2013 19:33:18 GMT -5
Post by Soren Forde on Nov 9, 2013 19:33:18 GMT -5
It was definitely not his fault. Soren stalked back to the Nakoma district with a scowl plastered across his face. Blood was running from his left shoulder down his arm and was now dripping from his fingertips. The cut was not too big or deep but for some reason it had decided to bleed with all the ferocity of an axe wound. Of course the rogue that had given him the cut was now a lot worse off than the anthro. Soren was convinced the other man wouldn’t be waking up for hours, but when he did it would be unlikely that he would be walking much. Being thrown against a tree with such force was sure to break a few bones. After a long battle the rogue had gradually become tired; Soren on the other hand still had strength and breath enough to make it back to camp. There were a number of other smaller scratches over his body, but they were not bleeding enough to cause any major strife.
Making it to Shantytown in record time, the bulk anthro entered the Hovel without a word to its sentries. He simply gave them a slight nod and walked through the corridors towards the medical wing. He knew that despite the small scale wound that was now leaving a trail of blood, it would still be easy to catch an infection. Viruses were becoming more virulent and Ren was not ready to find out about any new strains first hand. He would definitely have to get the wound checked out by one of the medics in order to prevent disease. He would have preferred to deal with it himself, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think he was capable of doing everything himself; everyone needed help now and then.
Soren knew he would be questioned about what had happened and he wondered if telling the truth was really the best option. Running his clean hand through his yellow hair, the anthropomorph silently cursed himself for being so impulsive. Of course, the rogue had been the one to call him ‘freak’ first. He had insulted his strange eyes and hair and the curious stripe that curved down his face. It probably hadn’t helped that he had left the district without his shirt, due to the strange Autumn heat that had struck that day. Because of this the rogue had been able to see his two other markings that were on his back. Ren knew though that he would have been insulted if it was only his face that was marked.
He didn’t have to fight back though. He could have just walked away and left the rogue alone. But no. Soren had to turn around and punch the guy. The first punch had hit with great force, thanks to his unusual strength, a gift from the Keepers. Of course the rogue had come back for more and Ren was willing to accommodate him. So they had ended up in a brawl. Soren with only his strength, endurance and perfect vision had no weapon. The rogue pulled a small knife and managed to land a hit too. The anthro was never going to take as a final word.
The door to the medical ward lay open and Soren peered in. Seeing no one inside, Ren assumed they were all off on some emergency. Or perhaps they were all on a break, assuming that no one would be hurt during the hot afternoon. Sighing, he stepped inside and went over to one of the makeshift waiting chairs. Sitting down on one, Ren flexed his muscles slightly, testing that they were all still functioning. His bulk was almost too big for the small chair and it made him appear very out of place. Leaning his head on the wall behind him, Soren closed his eyes, preparing to wait until a medic decided to finally show up and help him out.