[ti]Open[/ti] These Boots Were Made for Walking Jul 16, 2019 5:15:39 GMT
Post by Larceny on Jul 16, 2019 5:15:39 GMT
// It ain't over yet. You can lay your bets. ||
There were a lot of things Larceny had learned how to do on her damaged leg. Technically, there were a lot of things that she had relearned to do on her damaged leg, but that was just a technicality. While the injury should have limited her, she learned how to live her life normally with it. There were some things that she had difficulties doing because of her leg, though. Running was at the top spot. Moving quickly was very difficult for her nowadays, which was perhaps more painful than the actual injury considering she had been born to run. Handling tricky terrains was another. That... was a potentially big problem. Just a few days before, she had joined the Crabs and been brought to a place known as Tortuga Bay. There were only two ways to access the place: by swimming in rough dangerous waters or by climbing down a cliff. A rocky, rough cliff. A cliff that Larceny was currently sitting in front of and staring up at.
Nobody could ever say that Larceny wasn't determined. Determination flowed through the Greyhound like her blood did. While her leg was an unfortunate limitation, she told herself a long time ago that she would do her best to not let it limit her. The way down was rough. In fact, she felt like the sand she'd landed shoulder-first into was still burning in her fur. Eventually, she was going to need to go back up. Climbing up the cliffs seemed easier than swimming through the tough waves. She was going to have to figure out how to navigate the rocks eventually... why not now? Standing up and bowing down, wagging her tail momentarily in determination, she eyed up the nearest rocky edge. You can do this, she told herself. With that, she jumped towards the rocky surface. Oh, earlier? Yes, it wasn't mentioned, but it should have been... jumping was not an easy task for the Greyhound, either. Even still, she managed to land on the rock she was aiming at. The next attempt was also successful, but the third? Not so much... Jump! Scramble!! Flop... In a flail of legs, Larceny slipped from the perch she had attempted to jump onto and went tumbling back down to the sand. Thud! She yelped as her body met sand, landing roughly on her side. Groaning, more in frustration than the ouchies, she muttered to herself,"Well... I guess I made it farther than I should have..." Sighing, she stood up and shook the sand off, trying to work up the courage to try again.
ooc: Anybody want to help this physically challenged dog figure out how to maneuver the cliffs?