Civilian (c)
Feb 10, 2015 2:05:01 GMT -5
Post by East on Feb 10, 2015 2:05:01 GMT -5
Over the next few days following his brief hostage status, he was to mill about the mansion to replenish himself and let his wounds heal. For once, he was accepting of the rest. Mind, body and soul wearied, he was no use to anyone until better. Thorne slept soundly through the morning to the afternoon, absorbed the thick black of exhaustion that refused to let him go until appeased. The coy dog felt drowsy when he woke, as if he could go for a few more hours, but he rose anyway. Took a walk outside to let the cold air act as a slap to the face to rid himself of the last remnants of sleep. He made the odd decision to collect a stone between his teeth before he returned inside.
He'd heard of Mhera's presence in the mansion and was keen to visit Alarai's daughter, who'd suffered a broken leg and a concussion. Thorne invested himself in the good news that she was here, though, because there was little else of it going about. He ascended the stairs and down the hall to the room she currently occupied.
"Knock knock," he alerted her to his arrival with the mumbling corner of his mouth. Thorne entered a few moments later and approached, taking the younger dog in with his sharp eyes but he only felt relief once more that she was here. Safe; sound could come later. He flicked his muzzle up to toss the stone near her paws. It was courtesy to bring a patient something - food, flowers - but he was hardly the most orthodox individual. "Figured ya might be lonely, so I brought a friend." He sank to his hindquarters. "Y'could name him... Rocky." It was difficult to tell if he was joking by the dulled harshness of his vocals, but that was all he could be doing under these circumstances. That, or he'd lost his marbles.
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