07-21-2018, 10:45 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2018, 10:37 PM by VERSAILLESPALACE.)
Versailles is... familiar, with the scent of flesh and blood. Having tended to her own wounds for the better part of her eleven months of living, she's grown sensitive to its rusty tang dancing in the air, so much so that she never really notices she's constantly looking for it until she finds it - and when she does, she always stops in her tracks and takes a deep breath, associating it with a memory she'll never speak of again. It's not like she wants to do it but it happens anyway, a form of self-punishment. It reminds her of her mother, the last she ever smelled before she lost her.
That's why, when she's close enough to the border, she immediately picks up on Magpierise's scent, feeling the memory flutter behind her eyelids - it would've been louder if not for the budding concern nibbling in the she-cats gut. The scent is almost overpowering, Versailles can only imagine the amount of blood, and she's quick to follow the trail it leaves like breadcrumbs, starting from the border and deeper into Ascendant territory. Her pace picks up a few seconds in; she doesn't recognize whoever the scent belongs to but realizes that they must be hurt - an enemy wouldn't enter another group's territory bleeding, so she rationalizes that it must be someone looking for help.
Versailles reaches the newcomer just in time to hear the last of her mutterings. She turns back towards the way they came from, the general direction the scent originated from, and wonders if there will be more that they'll have to tend to. She hopes that they come soon, and she hopes they aren't as badly wounded as this one. Slowly, the blue-and-gold she-cat walks around but makes sure that her pawsteps are loud enough to let the stranger know that she's around. Her pace is slow, almost tentative, keeping her distance until she thinks she's in the other's line of sight.
"Hey," Versailles starts, but she isn't quite sure how to finish her greeting - or what to even say, she's never been the most well-versed in communication. Her head cocks to one side curiously, moving over the newcomer's form, investigating, before returning back to her face. She ducks her head a little to try and get a good look, but reminds herself not to be too invasive unlike some people in the group. "You look like you need some help with those wounds... I can call a Cleric, if you want?"
;; THREE CHEERS FOR VERSAILLES' DUMB BITCH SYNDROME
HEP HEP
HOORAY
That's why, when she's close enough to the border, she immediately picks up on Magpierise's scent, feeling the memory flutter behind her eyelids - it would've been louder if not for the budding concern nibbling in the she-cats gut. The scent is almost overpowering, Versailles can only imagine the amount of blood, and she's quick to follow the trail it leaves like breadcrumbs, starting from the border and deeper into Ascendant territory. Her pace picks up a few seconds in; she doesn't recognize whoever the scent belongs to but realizes that they must be hurt - an enemy wouldn't enter another group's territory bleeding, so she rationalizes that it must be someone looking for help.
Versailles reaches the newcomer just in time to hear the last of her mutterings. She turns back towards the way they came from, the general direction the scent originated from, and wonders if there will be more that they'll have to tend to. She hopes that they come soon, and she hopes they aren't as badly wounded as this one. Slowly, the blue-and-gold she-cat walks around but makes sure that her pawsteps are loud enough to let the stranger know that she's around. Her pace is slow, almost tentative, keeping her distance until she thinks she's in the other's line of sight.
"Hey," Versailles starts, but she isn't quite sure how to finish her greeting - or what to even say, she's never been the most well-versed in communication. Her head cocks to one side curiously, moving over the newcomer's form, investigating, before returning back to her face. She ducks her head a little to try and get a good look, but reminds herself not to be too invasive unlike some people in the group. "You look like you need some help with those wounds... I can call a Cleric, if you want?"
;; THREE CHEERS FOR VERSAILLES' DUMB BITCH SYNDROME
HEP HEP
HOORAY