Fed up, that was how Weldering felt at that precised moment as he meandered without purpose towards the waterfall. The familiar sound of the rushing water brought a sense of relaxation to the young black masked brute. As he entered the clearing he only spared the briefest of moments looking around to see if anyone was present - not that it mattered to him. Unlike Indru he did not lay any sort of claims to any neutral lands within Relic Lore. Nor did he really feel like he wanted to shun away any company at this moment in time. Reaching the edge of the shallow pool at the bottom of the falls, least it was shallow at the edge. His paws shifting over the pebbles as he made his way into the cool refreshing water letting it lap up against his four black socks.
His handsome ebony painted maw lowered for a while allowing him to lap up some of the water before finally unlocking the joints of all four of his limbs. Cautiously he lowered his muscular large body down until he was laying in a sphinx like position. At least this way the water could clean the wound on his should where Triell Tainn had managed to tear a chuck of fur and flesh from his otherwise unscathed body.
(This post was last modified: Feb 13, 2011, 04:40 PM by Weldering.)
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