10-24-2018, 10:18 PM
The bay had been quiet most of the morning. Peaceful, at least, for the time being. The most disturbance to the stillness Raziel had expected was the shenanigans of his own daughter, Suvi, not someone crying for a healer. 'We need a medic!' That sounded like Kian. Unable to resist the call for help by his younger brother, the direwolf bolted towards the sound, ears flicked back as he registered the endfield as the other, Kian's twin. He's looked better. After a moment, Raziel further realized the tiny figure sheltered by a basket had to be Keona, who'd been taken by the Pitt. "Oh dear," the faerie murmured, brows creasing sharply in worry.
Seamus, despite all of his faults, was still family, and the sight of blood staining his fur made Raziel uneasy. "Did the Pitt do this?" That's who had taken Keona, last he checked. Of course, his family had an unhealthy knack for finding trouble, if something had inflected this, well, he wouldn't be shocked. The large canine shuffled closer to his brother, not eager to crowd the sleeping child, injured as she was. No external wounds on her, he noted, a pit growing in his stomach. With breathing like that, he had a feeling, all too familiar to the pain she'd like be suffering.
So, he turned his eyes on his younger brothers, narrowing them on the endfield. "[abbr=you are really an idiot]Tá tú i ndáiríre ina leathcheann.[/abbr]" How the hell did they end up like this?
"How much blood have you lost, [abbr=brother]deartháir[/abbr]?" I'm not losing any family today, no matter the broken history between. "[abbr=stay with us, okay?]Fan le linn, ceart go leor?[/abbr]
Seamus, despite all of his faults, was still family, and the sight of blood staining his fur made Raziel uneasy. "Did the Pitt do this?" That's who had taken Keona, last he checked. Of course, his family had an unhealthy knack for finding trouble, if something had inflected this, well, he wouldn't be shocked. The large canine shuffled closer to his brother, not eager to crowd the sleeping child, injured as she was. No external wounds on her, he noted, a pit growing in his stomach. With breathing like that, he had a feeling, all too familiar to the pain she'd like be suffering.
So, he turned his eyes on his younger brothers, narrowing them on the endfield. "[abbr=you are really an idiot]Tá tú i ndáiríre ina leathcheann.[/abbr]" How the hell did they end up like this?
"How much blood have you lost, [abbr=brother]deartháir[/abbr]?" I'm not losing any family today, no matter the broken history between. "[abbr=stay with us, okay?]Fan le linn, ceart go leor?[/abbr]