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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]Restlessness was beginning to grow stronger and stronger with every passing day along with irritation. Why had his pack not sent anyone to find him and his platoon? Deep down, he knew why, but he held no desire to admit it to himself. With the muscles and tendons in his back legs destroyed, he could not run, hunt, or, perhaps, even walk. While he was hellbent on doing so, he ran the risk of permanently damaging himself. Nonetheless, he was too stubborn to let the facts tell him otherwise. Waiting until most of the camp had been cleared, Armitage position his forelegs under him and pushed himself up, back legs being dragged up not a moment later. Wincing as pain shot through his hindquarters when he put pressure on his legs, the hound tried to take a few steps. Biting his tongue to prevent himself from crying out, he staggered towards the only exit he knew of. Along the way did his back legs give out over and over again, nearly bringing him back to the ground. Balancing himself out one more time, he found himself only a few inches from the exit, yet he was already quivering, nerves lit ablaze with pain. Panting, exhaustion was already setting in. "God dammit, work!" he snapped at himself before staggering a few more steps forward. He was going to get out of this god-forsaken place, one way or another.


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    "What are you doing?" Sasha asked, appearing in front of the exit to stare at Hux. "Well shit, I know it was rude as hell to force you to stay here, but are we really so bad as to make you want to completely destroy your legs in a attempt to leave?"
    The pregnant fae simply sat, staring at Hux carefully. Pregnant or not, the fae was still gutsy. She had no idea if this stranger was the kind to attack a pregnant fae, but some part of Sasha told her that she would be safe, along with her children.
    "They're probably still salvageable if you let me work with you."The femme said, cocking her head slightly. "You know, instead of trying to leave and giving Ben more reasons to distrust you."

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    "Ben, he is in a strange place around strange people with his back legs mutilated. Nobody's even come to find him yet." Sasha said, flattening her ears. "To even attempt escaping in his state is far from pitiful, it is brave, especially considering how far he got. Don't you dare start acting like Deutschland, I won't stand for it."
    The pregnant femme's eyes locked on Ben, daring him to speak. Her lips were pursed in frustration, and anger, towards the leader. She had no idea what he was trying to accomplish, but she clearly disapproved of it heavily.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify][size=9pt]"Dragging yourself away isn't the most intelligent choice of actions. You'll attract predators with all of the noise you're making, for fuck's sake, and that would be a truly dreadful way to die," the feline deadpanned, his drab luminaries glancing up and down Hux. In his current situation, leaving wasn't the smartest option. It was cold, still winter, and given his physical state, he wasn't bound to make it far at all. Stupid, he dubbed the canine, expression judging as he spoke—anyone with sense wouldn't have the balls to run away with practically useless limbs.


    "If the lions don't get you, when your legs give out, you'll freeze to death, and I'm not going to be the one to drag your body out of a snowdrift when I accidentally step on it tomorrow."
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    PHYSICAL STRENGTH: extreme
    MENTAL STRENGTH: fluctuates
    Can be reckless
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%]A growl could not help itself from escaping as words met his ears. He had hoped he could slip out quickly and quietly, but it appeared his had failed on both parts. Turning his head, his eyes found Sasha as she approached. This place was, in fact, adjacent to hell. It was a sinking ship, and he had found himself aboard, trying to find the quickest lifeboat, but it seemed someone had claimed and cruised away with his first option. "I have no need for Ben's trust," he said, and all he said to that matter. He did not need to justify his actions. Pinning his ears back as the second arrived, a sudden and violent tremor began to rattle his legs before they finally gave out on him, no longer bearing the strength and energy to allow him to stand anymore. Deciding to just let himself go down as a whole, the great dane laid upon the ground, head barley hovering over his forepaws.


    Parting his jaws to speak, he was suddenly cut off by Sasha. A smirk soon found its way across his lips, something equivalent to a chuckle following shortly after. "I'm beginning to like this one." It was not for the pitying part, but the girl seemed to have a fine head upon her shoulders. Drawing his gaze towards the exit, he closed his agape jaws, eyes focusing on something that was not there. It would have been pitiful of him to return mangled and disabled with nothing to show. He had failed and disobeyed his orders by leading his platoon too far out of their post's range, leading to their demise. How would his daughter have looked at him seeing him how he was all while bearing the knowledge of his naive mistake. Expelling a breath, he rested his head upon his paws in defeat. Giving a small swivel of an ear, his yellow orbs finally drew towards Crowhops. "I'd rather die fighting than rotting away here, of all places." This clan was nothing like his home, not in any way, shape, or form.


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