02-10-2020, 08:42 PM
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CAUSTIC
Caustic turned his face away from Micheal as two coughs left him in succession, then returned to look at the bobcat. He took in a breath, suddenly aware of his tail wagging. It stopped, for a moment, until Caustic's gaze refocused on the subject's wounds, and the tail wagging resumed. Caustic made a movement to reach out with his left paw, ears perking as the buzzing of Astair arrived, and the dragon, with it. The wolf's left paw, the one missing two toes, slapped onto Micheal's shoulder instinctively as the bobcat moved in an attempt to retreat. Normally, this motion would have been a rough grab of the shoulders, but Caustic was unable to grab him with the wolf's paws.
"Hold still."
Caustic's baritone voice was curt and short, a simple command from the wolf. He could feel Micheal's blood on his paw pads, and it excited him. "That is Astair. He is a combination of something from the Draconis bloodline and a member of the Cicadoidea superfamily." He planned on narrowing down exactly was Astair was in the future.
If he was still here in a month. Caustic didn't want the grow comfortable with this situation.
"You have lost a large amount of blood from your wounds." As for right now, Caustic was only inspecting them. He had yet to learn all of their herbs, and didn't want to.
He drew closer, towering over the bobcat, and gently lifting his paw to poke and count each of the wounds, mark their location in his head to transcribe the information to... who was the medic, anyways? Aine or Gael probably knew a few things.
"We will take you to the camp if they fail to arrive soon."
"Hold still."
Caustic's baritone voice was curt and short, a simple command from the wolf. He could feel Micheal's blood on his paw pads, and it excited him. "That is Astair. He is a combination of something from the Draconis bloodline and a member of the Cicadoidea superfamily." He planned on narrowing down exactly was Astair was in the future.
If he was still here in a month. Caustic didn't want the grow comfortable with this situation.
"You have lost a large amount of blood from your wounds." As for right now, Caustic was only inspecting them. He had yet to learn all of their herbs, and didn't want to.
He drew closer, towering over the bobcat, and gently lifting his paw to poke and count each of the wounds, mark their location in his head to transcribe the information to... who was the medic, anyways? Aine or Gael probably knew a few things.
"We will take you to the camp if they fail to arrive soon."
[abbr=Dark Northwestern Wolf, 5 Years, gas leaks from his mouth and nose]TAGS[/abbr] • PLAYLIST • PENNED BY OWLIE
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