I am flawed (C)
Jan 3, 2015 0:09:29 GMT -5
Post by East on Jan 3, 2015 0:09:29 GMT -5
I AM FLAWED
He was tired. Fall down at the knees tired, but he pushed himself on.
If he'd slept since his altercation with Lamora, only days prior, he didn't remember. There was no time to spare, though he desperately needed the recuperation. The urgency of the situation was refreshed in his mind, burning red, but his body couldn't keep up. His thoughts ran a mile a minute; first plans, ideas with a spatter of Lamora's vicious accusations, but not wholly untrue. Then they would start to repeat until it was only the Kuvasz' words grating through his skull.
When he found out it was his shift at the watch tower, he was relieved. The officer felt an inkling of guilt for feeling such, but he was sure the feeling of being off his paws for awhile would outweigh the former. Evening had long fell when Thorne approached the twisting staircase that creaked as he stepped onto it. The higher he climbed, the heavier his limbs were until it felt like an iron ball and chain were tied to each of his paws.
Thorne's muscles quivered once he reached the platform, glancing to the side. The height was disorientating in his fatigued state, but he'd get used to it. His nails scraped against the metal as he moved around the dome in the center that provided shelter, if needed. But the night sky was clear and there wasn't a breath of wind, the perfect conditions for a watch.
The coyote dog settled on a vantage where he could see the entrance of the jail and the area around, taking his seat. Jekyll, the other assigned to the duty, was expected soon. After a few moments of silence he grew aware that the wound on his shoulder had reopened, likely from the movement of climbing up the stairs. Thorne dragged his tongue across it with rough impatience.
BUT I AM CLEANING UP SO WELL