A Song For Your Thoughts
Tension made every fiber of his muscles stiff throughout his entire torso region, which made the effort to sleep let alone find comfort difficult within his bed. Ricker didn't have much luck with getting proper sleep as he'd hoped, but regardless, it mattered little once he awoke from another brief doze.
Morning time had arrived. Though no sunlight filtered through his window, it wasn't hard to smell the crisp morning air. For one such as Rickter there were always little details such as this, probably due to the fact he was half a man and half... well, animal certainly felt like the easiest classification.
Although a reflect back to what took place last night, and he felt more akin to a monster than anything. Had his temper not taken over his mind, then perhaps he wouldn't have broken that woman's ukulele. That bard... Telion. He hadn't forgotten her name just yet, a good sign that he wasn't irrevocably damaged in the head at least.
Still, if he wanted to meet with her before the first light, then he needed to get out of bed and clean up first. As he turned over the wolf couldn't help but groan and wince, while brief yet sharp pains jabbed throughout both of his sides during the effort. As sluggish as he felt he managed to stir to a sitting position, his feet on the floor while he caught his breath at the edge of the bed.
I need to make sure this doesn't happen again... He reprimanded himself as he finally pushed to a hurting stand, his eyes cast down at his hairy body to assess the damage. Bruises covered nearly seventy percent of his entire torso, the bulk of them situated along his left and right rib cage more than anything.
There were several more across his abdomen as well, but those were shallower in comparison to the actual bruises he had. The wolf sighed aggravatedly at his situation, as this would already be more than just slight discomfort. A quick trip to his washroom allowed him to inspect the other pained area as well, which he certainly didn't look happy to see once he stood in front of the mirror.
Bruising from his left cheek all the way up to his left temple, hell there was even a nick over the cheek itself from where he'd been hit so hard. Though the right side of his face certainly looked better off, that didn't mean it still had a couple of red spots there also. He was actually lucky no swelling took place around his left eye.
After taking a bit of time to prepare a wash bucket and a cloth he could use to dampen, the wolf carefully tended to the purple welts found on his face. Lightly brushing over them with the wet cloth as he growled lowly, due to each stroke inflicting further irritability with each attempt. Before too long he was satisfied enough to consider himself decent, if that was even a considerable state of being at the moment, and went back into his room to put on a set of clothing.
His cottony vest that he often wore, along with a pair of olive green trousers, and the worn leather shoes he had on last night; all of which he threw on in a relatively cautious manner. Already he hated the fact he had to be careful, as taking it slow wasn't something he was very good at. Still, he needed to head out to the High Hopes Tavern. From what he could see outside, sunlight was just beginning to filter past the Astralar peaks, signifying that he was due to be somewhere... as promised.
Within several minutes the wolf left out his front door and locked the house, before making a steady stroll onto the street in the direction towards the Plaza.
Ash 3rd, 120th Year, A.o.S.
Morning time had arrived. Though no sunlight filtered through his window, it wasn't hard to smell the crisp morning air. For one such as Rickter there were always little details such as this, probably due to the fact he was half a man and half... well, animal certainly felt like the easiest classification.
Although a reflect back to what took place last night, and he felt more akin to a monster than anything. Had his temper not taken over his mind, then perhaps he wouldn't have broken that woman's ukulele. That bard... Telion. He hadn't forgotten her name just yet, a good sign that he wasn't irrevocably damaged in the head at least.
Still, if he wanted to meet with her before the first light, then he needed to get out of bed and clean up first. As he turned over the wolf couldn't help but groan and wince, while brief yet sharp pains jabbed throughout both of his sides during the effort. As sluggish as he felt he managed to stir to a sitting position, his feet on the floor while he caught his breath at the edge of the bed.
I need to make sure this doesn't happen again... He reprimanded himself as he finally pushed to a hurting stand, his eyes cast down at his hairy body to assess the damage. Bruises covered nearly seventy percent of his entire torso, the bulk of them situated along his left and right rib cage more than anything.
There were several more across his abdomen as well, but those were shallower in comparison to the actual bruises he had. The wolf sighed aggravatedly at his situation, as this would already be more than just slight discomfort. A quick trip to his washroom allowed him to inspect the other pained area as well, which he certainly didn't look happy to see once he stood in front of the mirror.
Bruising from his left cheek all the way up to his left temple, hell there was even a nick over the cheek itself from where he'd been hit so hard. Though the right side of his face certainly looked better off, that didn't mean it still had a couple of red spots there also. He was actually lucky no swelling took place around his left eye.
After taking a bit of time to prepare a wash bucket and a cloth he could use to dampen, the wolf carefully tended to the purple welts found on his face. Lightly brushing over them with the wet cloth as he growled lowly, due to each stroke inflicting further irritability with each attempt. Before too long he was satisfied enough to consider himself decent, if that was even a considerable state of being at the moment, and went back into his room to put on a set of clothing.
His cottony vest that he often wore, along with a pair of olive green trousers, and the worn leather shoes he had on last night; all of which he threw on in a relatively cautious manner. Already he hated the fact he had to be careful, as taking it slow wasn't something he was very good at. Still, he needed to head out to the High Hopes Tavern. From what he could see outside, sunlight was just beginning to filter past the Astralar peaks, signifying that he was due to be somewhere... as promised.
Within several minutes the wolf left out his front door and locked the house, before making a steady stroll onto the street in the direction towards the Plaza.
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
