stepwolf (stepwolf) wrote in mysteria_rpg, @ 2008-10-15 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | step |
Who: Step and OTA pack members
When: Mid-morning
Where: Cabins
What: Step’s feeling the ick
Another little cough erupted from the pile of blankets Step had wrapped around him. The pack was in lock down and so he had ultimately gotten sick. He wasn’t complaining, though. More important people were getting much sicker than he was. He was after all, bottom of the pack. So he understood he needed to try and look after himself right now! He was sure that if and when others started getting better they’d help him then and make him well again. Right? They wouldn’t forget him, would they?
He spluttered again and sniffed rubbing at his nose as the hulk of cloth walked across a little clearing amongst the houses. He slowed down as he walked and stumbled over a little sending him to the floor. The blankets fell off of him and he clutched to his head. That was the first time that had happened to him. Was that ‘feeling faint’? He did feel quite fragile. Usually he was little fearless when it came to what he’d put his body through. But today he was obviously a little unsteady on his feet.
He managed to pick himself back up and investigated his blankie. He pouted when he saw it covered in mud. How did he clean off mud? He had to start looking after himself because he was a big boy! But how did he clean his favourite blankie?