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Re: broken dreams - injury - Grimm - 03-20-2021
[align=center][div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 11.5px; width: 340px; text-align: justify; line-height:120%"]Danger, a precipice traversed upon the fine span of a suspended wire, necessary only a miniscule touch, a graze enough upset. Such had grown a supposed primary factor that must be navigated to maintain a life bearing any substance. Maybe a fool was the one who wished to find some kernal of truth in the prospect of peace, understand it not as a bridge towards another conflict brewing on the edge of obscured horizon, still he held it. All the more an idiot proven for this, too much seen, understood and encapulsed in a mind that gently pulled at the threads of more pleasant memories.
Peace and war a cycle, illusion, at the least a comfort to of some kind the idea of it.
There is little within way of reasoning for his proximity, familiar and comfortable the paths he walked, rooted only in mind as muscle guided, tread other paths as various threads of thought contemplated. Never so close to the assorted homes that dotted the stretch of sand had he come before, cruel reminder he wished to be free of. Lost was he and thus unknown how the distance closed, steps slowing only as voices rose, conversation stilted as reality settled in. Well accustomed had he grown to blood, strange and noticeable for the unique quality of it, nose twitching as head swivelled.
Too short the time before vision settled on the assembled, followed the trail left in wake, a cascade of crimson droplets. The delicate hope it was not another that had been brought harm departing all too soon, even obscured identifying the harmed party a task rather easy. His mind stilled before activity begun again in a flurry of chaotic thought, the first a wish to leave. There would be no need for him, though trained in part it was a meagre knowledge time had worn down without chance to utilise any of it. In the way, that all he would be. Light his head as Harland turned, his intent apparent for only a moment, before located others known.
Well enough seemed Danny, stance one that briefly ignited worry, quelled as study made clear he was not in motion. No, this was a protective means, nothing led into as actual attempt to possibly locate a culprit. Only moments viewed Vayne before she was gone, self appointed task needing to be fulfilled. Known in some fashion Roan and Goldenluxury, busy both, within their element as tended their patient. Alike basic his recall of the Captain who seemed to have a hand on the other side of things, all calm and relatively collected, except for one.
Approach slow, allowed her chance to turn him away at any time, her own the decision. Distance still present as he moved around and settled in front, blocked what was happening only feet away. "Is okay. They know what to do." What sowed such distraught he could only formulate a guess at, though easy enough this, briefly looking over his shoulder. Attention returned, no further words offered for the moment as awaited response to his first.
Re: broken dreams - injury - ASVINI - 03-21-2021
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DELDRACH AKAODON
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They came as growls, her breathing. Rough, broken up, angry at herself for losing it. Her mark. The mark. Even though it didn't apply here, it didn't matter. It was a way of finding family, be they still alive or not. If they had even traveled here, to this island. She hardly heard Roxanne's question as it was posed. Deldrach slowly shifted her gaze towards her, and a grimace touched her muzzle. She lifted one shoulder, with another grimace. Those burns lining her paws and chest were giving her problems now.
"I don't know. I couldn't see." She uttered. There was some kind of weak pain in those words. She felt awful, now, realizing that she hadn't done any good. And it made her angry, her fur standing on end and that silver eye that remained narrowing. But as Roan worked, she shifted her gaze towards him. Another pathetic phrase, at least for someone who stood so tall. "Sorry." She grimaced as the poultice went down, her claws sinking into the sand.
Maybe, perhaps, she'd be the one to finally wring his head clean off. Or would he just come back? She didn't know. She hoped it would be like Stryker, a final note on the page. She didn't notice the two approaching the scene, too focused on her wounds.
"I don't know. I couldn't see." She uttered. There was some kind of weak pain in those words. She felt awful, now, realizing that she hadn't done any good. And it made her angry, her fur standing on end and that silver eye that remained narrowing. But as Roan worked, she shifted her gaze towards him. Another pathetic phrase, at least for someone who stood so tall. "Sorry." She grimaced as the poultice went down, her claws sinking into the sand.
Maybe, perhaps, she'd be the one to finally wring his head clean off. Or would he just come back? She didn't know. She hoped it would be like Stryker, a final note on the page. She didn't notice the two approaching the scene, too focused on her wounds.