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BEOWOLF ![color=white] ➤ information | battle tags | [abbr=Reincarnation of Angelbeats, ex-Shadowclan Leader ➤ ages 1month per 100posts ➤ Has PTSD; Heavily Triggered by Whistling]other[/abbr] | #beowolfposts
[justify]ooc. I am so sorry about this being late pfbft
ic. The recently injured male felt as if he was recovering quickly, his once bloody wounds starting to heal themselves, and the dressings that covered his body disappeared one by one, day by day. It was at the point where he really only had the one covering the nasty slash on his cheek, and the ones tightly wrapped around his shoulder now, the rest free for the world to see. If only the same could have been said for his hearing- but there were things in this world that not even medicine could fix, not for them. Regardless, he felt contemplative recently, such as how lucky he was to have survived- and how lucky he was to not have been crippled even further.
It was dangerous for him to be lost so deep in thought however as the male stooped near a small pool of water up in the rocks, his copper eyes looking right back at him as he gently pawed at the surface of the water, creating ripples, and simply feeling lost in thought. [/justify]
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