<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">)+( <span class="bbc_u">Mute</span> )+(</span></span></strong><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">The Furtive Spook</span></em><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span></em> Main Densites, Kiowa Territory.<br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Company:</span></em> N/A. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Perimeter Sense:</span></em> Vitani and Bhaltair. <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Rank:</span></em> Kiowa Ingyanga <br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Theme:</span></em> -----</div><br/><br/><br/><strong> "I see them, the souls that struggle with the dark...</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/kk6/Xxpeppermint_skittlezxX/The Wolves/For Others/B14.1_zpstzysuyqr.jpg)</div>"I hardly doubt it was a coincidence."<br/>"Oi, what you on about?"<br/>"Oh, him? Just more conspiracy theories about the weather."<br/>"Hahahaha, the weather? Right, I wouldn't be surprised if even our weather was cursed."<br/>"What rot, all this notion of curses and bad luck. How old are all of you? Two?"<br/><br/>Kiowa's native ghost seemed to pay the nearby gossip little mind as he mulled over his level of stress in his head.<strong>Vitani's</strong>voice still hung in the air nearby, but even the slightest effort to stand sent his ribs in a fit of pain.<strong>Tsuki's</strong>warning to hold still and rest held true in the back of his mind. However, the lack of inactivity was proving nigh unbearable. It was like being grounded to bed...but for three weeks in his case. Even walks were going to prove to be a real chore.<br/><br/>Another groan of silent air escaped his maws.<br/><br/>How hypocritical he felt. Often, he had confined brutes to their dens to rest up and heal serious injuries. All to prevent splintering bone or agitation to promote infect. Yet, now he became reminded how high a demand it was proving to be. A huff escaped his nostrils as he laid his head down and attempted to coax sleep back into his secluded little world. Yet, all that returned was the cardinal. It's tiny black mask egging him on as it fluttered to the ground near his snout before hopping atop of it. Then the next hop landed it on his brow, then head. Once again, it had found a favorable resting place. And Mute was left with no complaints. Any company to stave off boredom was better than none.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong> ...I see them, my silence beckons them, yet they do not come.</strong></div>