Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-27163598-20171030060021

Due to the limp in Lucious steps, he slowly starts lagging behind. The pain within his broken arm is beyond unbearable, but Lucious is hiding it, as if he feels nothing. But its obvious somethings off, he may be ignoring the pain, but he cannot  force himself to walk normally. The more tired he becomes, the slower he walks and more he limps. Soon, as the walking becomes more and more a burden to everyone. Logmor and Blud-Stachels limps also become too much to bare. They also start falling behind dramatically. Logmor calls ahead to the rest “Guys, we need a break” Adder turns to the limping foke. “Alright then” then turning to Cinder “To be continued” and like that, they start walking off again, but in silence. “No no no, we need a break from walking, not your argument, although to be honest, we don’t mind a bit of silence”

Adder groans “Fffine”



Everyone takes a seat under the shade of a large oak. Lucious finally catches up with the group, groaning slightly as he sets himself down. He chooses to rest up right against the trees base, with his back partly turned to the rest of the group. As they all sit and talk amongst themselves, Lucious just sits there, pushing his claw into the knife slot through the bottom of his jaw, and he watches as the claws tip appears out the top of his upper jaw. He can feel his finger sliding through his tongue, and passing up his pellet. What a horrific wound to have, scarred for life with everlasting drooling.



He removes his claw from his hideous face wound and starts poking around his little broken arm, he can feel the bones crack, only an inch from breaking out the skin. One thing was clear, he cannot go a far distance by walking.