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Paw making contact with dark fur, her chest heaving with breath she could barely keep, eyes of sage flashing in the light as she desperately swallowed and coughed, choking on her own tongue. Feeling eyes upon her pelt, cruel and curious in their own rights, her own eyes peeling open to stare back furiously. She felt horrible, everything hurt and she wanted it all to stop, but with the memories of the battle flooding back to her, she knew what had happened. She'd been captured by the panther and she could only assume he was taking her back to where he was living.

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//tracking for now!!

The smell of The Pitt and Jormungand's stank reeked through the area. Romulus couldn't help but wonder what was next in his tirade, but he had never expected this. A blatant disregard for their neutral. Sojourn said to leave Tanglewood alone and he had warned the Pittian of staying courteous before, but no. Before his paws laid a capture. A girl from Tanglewood, ripped to shreds and her wings amputated partway. Periwinkle hues traced her silhouette and narrowed in frustration. He held empathy for her. They were supposed to remain untouched, but the panther had ruined their peace, just like the wanderer predicted when he slammed his head into the floor. What a disgrace.

His tail flicked harshly in the air. Disregarding Jormungand, but acknowledging Aphra with a nod, the lion brushed past the crowd and towards Merlin. He promised Sojourn he wouldn't intervene anymore, but she was gone and there was no one to take her place. Romulus, knowing his sister would approve, paused in front of Jormungand. Alabaster teeth flashed in his face. "Leave," came his dull demand. "Or your head will be on a pike on The Pitt's border soon." And he meant it. The male wasn't prone to violence and would rather stick to neutrality, but the circumstances before them had led Romulus down a darker path than usual.

Expecting the panther to leave, paws traversed to the female's side. He settled before her. A raised pawpad hovered over the ground, slowly beginning to spawn a few herbs underneath. Soft eyes attempted to lock with hers. "You will not be harmed anymore," he began with. "He is not one of us and should vacate the premises-" His head turned towards Jormungand briefly. "-before things get interesting."

Returning back to her, the herbs underneath his paw had finished. Careful claws picked at the leaves and picked apart what he needed, only to show the other what he held in his palm and look up at her with a sympathetic stare. "Let me help you."

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a quiet growl escaped her, everything ached and stung. why in the blazes had she ever fought him? oh right, she'd felt her life at risk and although drunk, she'd wanted to protect everyone back home. feeling the world spin as she growled, her paws shaking on the ground, ears pinning back. oh gods help her everything hurt so bad, she could barely make out romulus' words only able to focus on the periwinkle eyes before her. she'd seen those eyes before, she had a faint memory of him that she couldn't make out at that moment. head pounding as voices raised and words were said, dropping her muzzle to the ground. she had to get up, she had to get up, she had to get up!

weakness kept the woman captive, though it didn't mean she didn't struggle to try to get to her paws. she wasn't safe here, she didn't want to be here, she wanted to be home. a frustrated hiss of pain escaped the molly as she pulled her legs close shakily, voice creaking as she tried to speak, "my name's merlin, member of tanglewood", she coughed as she managed to push herself upright with her front paws, legs shivering and trembling violently as the world spun. closing her eyes with a groan, all of her senses screwed, the scent of herbs making her stomach roll. she heard the words, something about not being harmed, her hackles raising the slightest as her fur bushed out, hearing a child's voice. tremors ran through her body as she lurched forward with the last of her strength, hind legs barely keeping her weight aloft, "'m going home ...", she didn't want help even though she knew she needed it. she couldn't give in, her pride wouldn't let her.

pride along could not keep non-existant strength, and her body slowly folded on itself with a gasp of pained air escaping her as she slid back to the ground. she couldn't get up - how was she going to get out of here? fighting the panic building in her chest, she opened green eyes to look for those periwinkle ones, her ears laid back to her skull. she didn't know his name but that memory was slowly coming back to her. he had visited tanglewood once, about the library. "bookboy", she croaked, resting her chin on the ground, knowing the word might be a strange nickname, but she remembered about the library and that was the only memory she had to connect to him. he wanted to help her. well, anyone who liked books could only be good, right? "...alright", she breathed as she picked up on angelembrace's scent as the child crept closer.

peering at the child with a turn of her head, trying to understand. she smelt like water, of course she did. tanglewood had plenty of water. clearing her throat with a groan, closing her eyes, "i'm merlin. who're you?", a child didn't need to be fearful even of the enemy though she was now a pitiful capture. painful were her tattered dragonfly wings draped against her back and the ground, her life-blood slowly making it's way from her body. take that lear, you damn bastard. injuries made themselves known in smarting from above her left eye and upon both of her cheeks from claws much larger than her own - hopefully the fur would grow back in. her right foreleg ached and screamed in tandem with her lower jaw where the ground had ravaged her in the fighting, the back of her neck aching from being carried and being held underwater. was she still drenched? she didn't know. each breath hurt like hell, she was sure she'd cracked some ribs and bruised the remnants of her ribcage, though she didn't feel like she was drowning so that counted for something. her stomach and back were probably the worst of the pain she felt, her stomach mostly hurt from the gravitational push from the weight of her body onto tender wounds. her back remained the messiest, marks stretching from shoulder to hip where the panther's claws had made their mark alongside her wings, tattered as they lay about her in useless shreds. had she been attached to them particularly? no, they felt more decoration than for flight but she used to be able to maneuver them. an exhausted breath would leave her as she tried to find some comfort in the fact that she was alive to feel the pain - that was some bull if she'd ever heard any.

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