07-24-2018, 07:27 PM
[size=9pt]It was Edgar who told him.
Hobbling on over on aged feet, he was clearly slightly frantic. He grabbed at Moon's leg with strange mole hands and told him in hushed, hurried words that there'd been humans passing through with hounds, and they'd taken a chunk out of a fox pup. Strange how Edgar had first asked Moon to heal a rabbit that was crippled under the wrath of a fox, and now he was asking him to save the child of the same creature. But it was okay; Moon wouldn't judge. There was something... Humanitarian, or whatever, about the fact that he cared, anyway. Moral of the story type shit.
He'd spent twenty good minutes with his nose to the ground and his eyes squinted for any pawprints, any blood, any sign at all to indicate that the fox cub had run this way. But even though he'd found the beginning of her trail, there was some confusion in the undergrowth, overlapping branches and weeds and such, and he'd fucking lost it.
Frustrated, the lion returned to the Ascendants camp, all flushed cheeks under golden fur and wind blown mane. He stood above most creatures who inhabited the territory, but still, the adolescent made a show of scanning the crowd. He knew who he was looking for, but he also didn't know her. They'd spoken once and that'd been it. But, in that moment, he really, really needed her and so he threw his worries about his blood's fate to the wind. Doesn't matter if he's all dried up-- at least the kid won't be. "Hey, uh-- Anyone seen Margaery? About yea high, grey-ish eyes, on some Edward Cullen shit?"
Hobbling on over on aged feet, he was clearly slightly frantic. He grabbed at Moon's leg with strange mole hands and told him in hushed, hurried words that there'd been humans passing through with hounds, and they'd taken a chunk out of a fox pup. Strange how Edgar had first asked Moon to heal a rabbit that was crippled under the wrath of a fox, and now he was asking him to save the child of the same creature. But it was okay; Moon wouldn't judge. There was something... Humanitarian, or whatever, about the fact that he cared, anyway. Moral of the story type shit.
He'd spent twenty good minutes with his nose to the ground and his eyes squinted for any pawprints, any blood, any sign at all to indicate that the fox cub had run this way. But even though he'd found the beginning of her trail, there was some confusion in the undergrowth, overlapping branches and weeds and such, and he'd fucking lost it.
Frustrated, the lion returned to the Ascendants camp, all flushed cheeks under golden fur and wind blown mane. He stood above most creatures who inhabited the territory, but still, the adolescent made a show of scanning the crowd. He knew who he was looking for, but he also didn't know her. They'd spoken once and that'd been it. But, in that moment, he really, really needed her and so he threw his worries about his blood's fate to the wind. Doesn't matter if he's all dried up-- at least the kid won't be. "Hey, uh-- Anyone seen Margaery? About yea high, grey-ish eyes, on some Edward Cullen shit?"
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