DON'T MAKE IT WORSE - open; return

[EROS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]He hoped and he prayed to whatever deity that would listen to him that they had not noticed his prolonged absence. But then again he didn't have much hope that they wouldn't. A slave would always be noticed when they were present, they were property that couldn't be allowed to have too many freedoms. The canine like beast lifted his head, long limbered form shifting over the expanse of the desert as he walked through the sands. It was much hotter than Tanglewood and something he noticed right away though he easily became used once again to the environment that he had once lived in. His ears pulled forward slightly as he listened for the steps of his authority, shoulders hunched a bit. Maybe if he got to the jungle and to one of the homes quicker he could claim he had been stuck trying to clean up a particularly tough mess. Or, maybe someone had needed him for the day. Either way,  paws touched the humid coolness of the jungle ads he made his way toward the home he had known since he was little. Carefully he picked his path, easily avoiding patrols and the like as he went because he didn't want to be caught out here and when he reached the Ancient City he paused there, taking in a light breath. Though relaxing wasn't part of his conscious being, instead he kept himself tense, coiled like a spring ready to leap.

He was fighting his consciousness all the while so that it didn't drive him into a panick. He knew what he had done was wrong but he just couldn't stomach it and no one knew he had abilities. These powers he had developed over time. Swallowing a bit he slowly made his way to a home and slipped inside, shivering just a little. He hadn't even thought about getting rid of the scent of Tanglewood, although faint from the long travel was still there upon his void colored pelt.