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[ooc] How Carl Got The Curse
[Repost from Under The Moonlight]
Shock had been the first thing he'd felt when the creature scratched his arm. It held back, as if waiting for him to react, but all Carl could do was stand there. The creature snarled at him, and it was only because a stray dog ambled into their vicinity that Carl was able to find his wits again and run, the creature sufficiently distracted.
He didn't even look at the wound until he got home. His sleeve was soaked in blood and had his mother not been awake, he might've just bound it tight and hoped for the best, but he found himself bundled into the car, a thick towel around his arm, as he was driven off to hospital to get it treated.
Several dozen stitches later and he was lying in a hospital bed, tired and drowsy. He still hadn't been able to describe what had attacked him and had settled for calling it a wolf, or maybe some sort of large shaggy dog. That it had not bitten him was surprising, but Carl really didn't care either way. It had still damaged his arm and that was more than enough. He lay back, dreaming of what had happened, determined not to talk about it until he was ready.
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Shock had been the first thing he'd felt when the creature scratched his arm. It held back, as if waiting for him to react, but all Carl could do was stand there. The creature snarled at him, and it was only because a stray dog ambled into their vicinity that Carl was able to find his wits again and run, the creature sufficiently distracted.
He didn't even look at the wound until he got home. His sleeve was soaked in blood and had his mother not been awake, he might've just bound it tight and hoped for the best, but he found himself bundled into the car, a thick towel around his arm, as he was driven off to hospital to get it treated.
Several dozen stitches later and he was lying in a hospital bed, tired and drowsy. He still hadn't been able to describe what had attacked him and had settled for calling it a wolf, or maybe some sort of large shaggy dog. That it had not bitten him was surprising, but Carl really didn't care either way. It had still damaged his arm and that was more than enough. He lay back, dreaming of what had happened, determined not to talk about it until he was ready.
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