Who: Jake Grayson and Open What: Pupper Owies, stupid magic wonkiness When: Saturday, August 31st, Late at Night Where: Near the Water Warnings: Language!
Staying with the Adlers had been a strange balm on his sore heart. To be around a family and to have affection, even if he didn't really belong there and he couldn't stay there forever. He'd had a lot of emotions of the last few days. That being true, he had snuck out of the Adlers when something odd had woken him up in the middle of the night. Snowcap was pretty much dead at that time of night. It was strange. He followed his instincts and his nose, to the edge of the water. It seemed like something had happened there. It was soggy under his paws. He didn't remember it raining that day. He sniffed down by the water, he could smell magic. It sort of smelled like Lina. He snorted slightly, remembering the girl who had distracted him with her water ball. That was still embarrassing.
Did she have something to do with that weird rock? With the wonky magics? He jumped up on a log and down onto the other side of the log, but it was dark and he couldn't see very well in the dark. Another log was half broken on the other side. He went right through it and the wood dug into the flesh of his back thigh, stabbing deep. He yelped and the sound was a bit like a gunshot in the silence of the night. He could smell blood and the pain radiating from his back thigh told him that he was really hurt. He tried to move it and yiped again. Fuck fuck fuck, that hurt. He got dizzy and laid there for a moment, panting softly from the pain.