LITTLE ONE / roan needed

[ROXANNE R.]

[glow=white,1,400]I LOVE YOU, CANNIBAL QUEEN ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Despite her injuries, Roxanne had her ways of moving around or so distracting someone enough to get away with murder though that wasn't what she was doing right now. She was aware of the recent clutch of crocodile eggs near the jungle and normally, her own saltwater crocodile was there time to time seeing as Kalayavan was free to come and go as he pleased. Roxie often found herself laying on top of the giant reptile which was quite the spectacle to those not used to seeing a small cat on top of something so monstrous and could easily swallow her whole. At the moment, the tiny femme was sprawled out upon the giant reptile with something large in her grasp, she tucked it close to her chest making sure that it was warm the entire time she cradled it like a newborn infant. If one got a closer look they would realize it was an egg of some sort. Roxie was fully aware of what egg she was currently holding as of right now, a saltwater crocodile egg and it was likely from her own beloved Kal's clutch.

The crocodile was sunbathing whilst Roxie lay on top of the giant, her attention mainly on the sky above her. It made her wonder over a few things... Of how things would be when she was gone, now, she probably shouldn't have been thinking of such things but she wasn't able to stop the thought process. She managed to luckily escape the Pitt with a few scratches to remember them by and she was determined to live for a long while but did life have that plan for her. She was uncertain and closed her eyes still holding onto the egg, Roxie began to hum a soft melody. Roxanne just had to think positive... Her new great nephew and nieces would be born anyday, that was something she was glad that she wouldn't miss. They were her family and this was her home forever. Her eyes reopening in that moment as she glanced around for her firstborn, if it ever did come to Roxie passing away from the cruelty of the Pitt then so be it but she wished to leave something for Roan. "Roan," She would call out in a slightly hoarse voice, god, the Pitt messed her up. [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[roan ;]

His mother's return from the Pitt had been both a boon and a curse for Roan, much as he wished it could only be the former. On one hand, having her returned in one, fixable piece meant that she was alive, and he wouldn't have to deal with the constant anxiety that had been plaguing him for days, driving him to constant overworking and panic. On the other hand, her return had meant yet another patient to treat, and even more days where he had to face the fact, up close, that he was forced to stick his paws in the blood of his family. It wasn't even the first time that he had treated her wounds, and he had some heavy doubts about it being the last. In fact, he had little idea of when the last time might be, and he was both excited by it, and petrified by it. On one hand, the last time he was forced to treat his mama's wounds could mean she just wasn't injured again, until she died naturally and peacefully. Or, it could mean that he had failed, and she died from said injuries. The thought of such a thing made his stomach churn and his chest tighten, and he had shaken his head wildly at the thought, turning and heading out of the temple. He very desperately needed some fresh air.

It wasn't long before Roan came across the officer, feeling slightly comforted by her presence around once again. Not only that, but she was also on top of Kal, the – mostly – gentle giant had been a friend of his ever since he was a kit, and an ever-present guardian when his mother had been busy. He could see that Roxie had something large and round hugged tightly against her chest, but he wasn't sure what exactly it was. As Kal moved along, the young sage was surprised to hear Roxanne's hoarse voice call out his name, her mission evidently having the end goal of searching for him. Biting the inside of his cheek briefly, Roan hesitated before making his way over to her and Kal. Standing in front of them, the siamese's gaze lingered on the egg, identifying it as an egg but not knowing where it had come from. Curiosity piqued, Roan questioned as his tail twitched from side to side behind him, "Mama? What is it? Are your wounds healing alright...?" A very large part of him wanted to ask about the egg, but he didn't want to be rude and just blurt out a question about what she was carrying.

[glow=#D15540,1,000]" stay by my side, high or low tide " ♡[/glow]

[Luciferr]

JAIME ROUX

"vengeance is just hope with a history"

Jaime lingered behind Roan - when he’d heard mother calling for big brother, the little jaguar hybrid hadn’t known what to do other than follow - something in him both terribly wanted to hover like a useless mother hen and also go out and wreak untold vengeance on whoever had wounded mother so.

He’d also not noticed the steady growth of scales along his jawline, but it was a pittance in comparison to what really mattered right now.

He stood just off to the side and peering in, watching the two with worry in his gaze - maybe, maybe he should seek out learning Roan’s arts, it surely would be helpful - and he might actually be of use then in these situations,

He was too young they all said to fight - but maybe learning to heal in the meantime would mean he wasn’t so useless.

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