07-16-2018, 07:45 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 420px; font-family: Verdana; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; line-height: 110%; "]Why were they continuing upon this path, allowed their mind to be swallowed by the simple task they had chosen to set before themself, taken up only so they might have a purpose, a reason for each breath once more. Pride was an ugly, twisted thing which settled heavily in their heart, pushed them on until they had become weary, the exhaustion growing bone-deep, each day dreaded until it came to an end. Halo. It was a title, a thing to hold and to mark a place within this group – home, family, it was too much after so little time – an asset rather than a mere tag along making things difficult.
Yet they had grown so tired, had no desire to see the blood of others upon their paws once more, even in an act as good as healing, but on they pushed. Long nights spend awake going over each herb, a piece of paper before them with name and use, the few basic they had needed as little more than a field medic slowly coming back, days passing in a blur of colour and movement. It was becoming too much, so why didn't they rest, allow themself the chance to step back and give another suited to the work time in the light? Because they were prideful and sought to better themself at the expense of their own health, sought to help in any small way. And yet, seeing Margaery laid out and the black blood flowing from her, it had terrified them, reminded them all too much of the blood already staining them.
Blurry eyes blinked open, the light sleep they had drifted into faded all too quickly, a grumbled huff of breath escaping through their teeth. Still they refused to enter the observatory unless it was entirely necessary and so they had set themself by the entrance, curled tight against a wall, face pressed against it and their legs to block out the light. Coppery and tangy, the blood hit them first, strong as it filled their nose, claws reflexively digging into the ground as the memory of Margaery floated into their mind. There seemed nothing different about this, however, all too familiar, the edge that had tainted the blackened blood missing.
Forcing themself to raise Atreus was confused for a moment, Bastille nothing more than a blur of grey and white, shifting and moving as they swayed slightly, only coming into focus when they narrowed their eyes. It became all too clear he was the injured one here, yet the smile he sported, and the tone in which he spoke, only worked to confuse them greatly. Stepping closer they proved hesitant, casting their gaze about the open space in search of Rin or Playerone, knowing both would be better equipped to handle this. When they came to the conclusion neither of them were present Art forced themself to shuffle forward, terrified of the prospect of working on the leader.
“I...Uh, I can help...” Mumbling quickly they had to repeat the words, forcing themself to speak louder so they might be heard. They remembered Player using a mix of marigold and horsetail, a poultice she had applied and then bound, enough to get them through at least part of this. As for the paw? Barely knowing know to tell if it was a sprain or break they could only hope another might come forward and show them how to deal with that, for now they only payed attention to the shoulder, knowing all too well the lose of blood would be the biggest risk factor in this.
Yet they had grown so tired, had no desire to see the blood of others upon their paws once more, even in an act as good as healing, but on they pushed. Long nights spend awake going over each herb, a piece of paper before them with name and use, the few basic they had needed as little more than a field medic slowly coming back, days passing in a blur of colour and movement. It was becoming too much, so why didn't they rest, allow themself the chance to step back and give another suited to the work time in the light? Because they were prideful and sought to better themself at the expense of their own health, sought to help in any small way. And yet, seeing Margaery laid out and the black blood flowing from her, it had terrified them, reminded them all too much of the blood already staining them.
Blurry eyes blinked open, the light sleep they had drifted into faded all too quickly, a grumbled huff of breath escaping through their teeth. Still they refused to enter the observatory unless it was entirely necessary and so they had set themself by the entrance, curled tight against a wall, face pressed against it and their legs to block out the light. Coppery and tangy, the blood hit them first, strong as it filled their nose, claws reflexively digging into the ground as the memory of Margaery floated into their mind. There seemed nothing different about this, however, all too familiar, the edge that had tainted the blackened blood missing.
Forcing themself to raise Atreus was confused for a moment, Bastille nothing more than a blur of grey and white, shifting and moving as they swayed slightly, only coming into focus when they narrowed their eyes. It became all too clear he was the injured one here, yet the smile he sported, and the tone in which he spoke, only worked to confuse them greatly. Stepping closer they proved hesitant, casting their gaze about the open space in search of Rin or Playerone, knowing both would be better equipped to handle this. When they came to the conclusion neither of them were present Art forced themself to shuffle forward, terrified of the prospect of working on the leader.
“I...Uh, I can help...” Mumbling quickly they had to repeat the words, forcing themself to speak louder so they might be heard. They remembered Player using a mix of marigold and horsetail, a poultice she had applied and then bound, enough to get them through at least part of this. As for the paw? Barely knowing know to tell if it was a sprain or break they could only hope another might come forward and show them how to deal with that, for now they only payed attention to the shoulder, knowing all too well the lose of blood would be the biggest risk factor in this.