05-05-2018, 05:30 PM
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Bastille was probably the last person that should be here. It just had to be Luna, didn't it? The bengal, a few paces behind Hazel, slid to a jagged stop and simply froze momentarily, staring. There was a heartbeat of perfect stillness, followed by a low thrumming fury as the wind around them kicked up violently. He was already moving forward, however, heedless to the way he brushed against Hazel in passing as he lurched forward. Oh, he was pissed, and wanted nothing more than to chase after the culprit with Margy, but there were more pressing concerns.
"Move," he muttered, nudging up against Suite and pushing at her with his shoulder. It was a little rougher than intended, probably, but there was blood everywhere and that was his fucking mentor in harm's way, again. He pressed his paws firmly to the wound, slowing the bleeding as he rapidly sorted through the basic knowledge he had. Conjuring cobwebs around his paws, the bengal started to systematically cover the stab wound, conjuring more and more until he had a thick coverage to stop the bleeding. "If that shit was poisoned, we're fucked, but chervil should be enough to keep it from getting infect," he muttered, before saying louder, [b]"We need to get her back to camp now."
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]