10-16-2018, 06:58 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Cosette wasn't a fan of violence, or at least, she hadn't been at one point. Even now she wasn't fond of it, but she had come to realize it was just a part of life. Certain things just had to be done, and she wasn't one to reject such things. It simply wasn't her place. She was only here to help out any members that were injured in the fray.
As she stepped into the new territory, she makes a face as she shakes off her paws, which were coated in mud. Then she glances around, scanning the faces of everyone as the fight began. Surrounded by the eager souls of the Pitt, she spotted a Tangler, straying off towards the side of the battle. She figured she must have been their healer, a dark grin forming on her face.
She hadn't planned on getting involved, but considering how important she probably was to the clan, she figured she could make an exception. She could get some recognition finally, get some approval from her clanmates. It was what she had wanted for so long now, to prove herself to everyone--and maybe even her own self.
The serval bounded down the hill, taking advantage of the cover of those fighting around her. Using it to grow closer, she burst out into a sprint towards the other healer, hoping to barrel into her and knock her off her paws. If successful, she'd move to pin her down, digging her claws into whatever flesh she found.
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
As she stepped into the new territory, she makes a face as she shakes off her paws, which were coated in mud. Then she glances around, scanning the faces of everyone as the fight began. Surrounded by the eager souls of the Pitt, she spotted a Tangler, straying off towards the side of the battle. She figured she must have been their healer, a dark grin forming on her face.
She hadn't planned on getting involved, but considering how important she probably was to the clan, she figured she could make an exception. She could get some recognition finally, get some approval from her clanmates. It was what she had wanted for so long now, to prove herself to everyone--and maybe even her own self.
The serval bounded down the hill, taking advantage of the cover of those fighting around her. Using it to grow closer, she burst out into a sprint towards the other healer, hoping to barrel into her and knock her off her paws. If successful, she'd move to pin her down, digging her claws into whatever flesh she found.
[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]