08-23-2018, 05:14 PM
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”Um, we need a healer!” The puppy Privateer would yelp into the territory, before his skinny body spun around once more to look at South. ”Um, um, you’ll get help for your injuries!” Snare would explain himself to the stranger, his chocolate paws shuffling about. ”I-I’m not a medic, I don’t really know about healing, sorry.” While he did love to help, he wasn’t exactly trained in everything.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — privateer — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Snare had smelt injury and blood, and that’s what sent him cantering towards the border gate. His pale eyes were wide as he caught sight of the wounded canine, the Privateer would pick up his pace and sprint, rushing to the gate and skidding to a halt just barely slamming into the structure. His big saucer wide eyes would set on South, studying them before he whipped around.”Um, we need a healer!” The puppy Privateer would yelp into the territory, before his skinny body spun around once more to look at South. ”Um, um, you’ll get help for your injuries!” Snare would explain himself to the stranger, his chocolate paws shuffling about. ”I-I’m not a medic, I don’t really know about healing, sorry.” While he did love to help, he wasn’t exactly trained in everything.