Post by shadow on Oct 21, 2007 6:19:20 GMT
As much as Soria wished, Torien was not dead. As he opened his eyes he remembered what happened. He silently cursed Shadow. He ached all over, and couldn't get up. He prayed to the wolf gods that someone would find him. Sure enough, someone did. The dark wolf materialized bside him, amber eyes glinting in the dark shadows of the trees. "Helpless pup," He murmered, annoyed that it was him that had to come upon this broken wolf. He helped the wolf toward an old abandoned badger set. What else could he do, leave him there? Besides, this wolf may come in useful, he thought malevolently.
"My name is Scythe," The black and gold wolf told him, looking down on him ominously. "Remember that,"
"My name is Scythe," The black and gold wolf told him, looking down on him ominously. "Remember that,"
