I could feel the thick, wet mud sink as my boots trudged over the brown blanket that covered the portion of forest I found myself in and the half full moon lit my path to camp.
I have to admit it sometimes sucks being born a rouge, we are born to be...
Chapter three, please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback.
"Home sweet home." = Speaking
"Home sweet home." = Thinking/Mind linking
'Home sweet home.'= Writing
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(Mars POV)
A dull throbbing pain in my head and a flurry of mixed, blurred colors, that was all I was met with when I opened my eyes.
Wait, I'm not dead. At that I sat straight up and immediately regretted it when I felt my wounded body scream in silent pain.
Looking down at myself I saw I was in a oversized bed in nothing but a pair of rather plain and slightly oversized black boxers and my arms, legs and torso wrapped in bandages with a few small red speckles of blood mixed in with the white bandages.
This confused me, I was alone in the forest a fair way away from any pack border or human towns. Who found me? Looking around I saw I was in a modern looking bedroom that confused me further.
(Bedroom below)
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"Artemis, you there?" I asked but no response came but I still felt her in the back of my mind, most likely healing as well.
Deciding to get moving I slipped out of bed and stumbled a little on my legs but managed to maintained my balance.
Looking around the room I saw nothing to wear and elected to exit the bedroom in what I had on, better than nothing.
The bedroom exited into the end of a hallway with plain white walls and a polished board floor with several other doors along either side of the hallway.
The air held the strong smell of wolves making me even more cautious than I already was.
Slowly and as stealthily as I could manage I made my way down the hallway to the stairs at the end of the hallway while ignoring the dull ache of my injuries.
I stopped at the top of the staircase and listened for a moment and could faintly hear people moving around downstairs.
I waited a moment mulling over my options before I carefully started to descend the stairs into what I assumed was the houses lounge room at a cautious pace.
(Lounge room below)
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