07-26-2018, 03:58 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Maybe he did have some kind of distress radar, although most likely, it was simply his weird sleeping schedule paired with his frequent patrols driven by paranoia and restlessness. Being awake at odd hours of the day and night -or sometimes not sleeping during either times- gave him the sole other option of checking the territory, and though he complained about it frequently, if it meant he could find the injured before their conditions worsened, then it was a fair trade. If only he could've been around for everyone, but for obvious reasons, that wasn't possible. It would be better if he could at least catch the wounded before their attackers struck, except again, the odds of that were low enough to be considered wishful thinking. Though it would be incredibly satisfying to get his talons on the sick bastard who did this.
The feeling only intensified as the child attempted to speak, and Gabe hushed them gently, unable to imagine the sort of pain they must be in. Hopefully, they would find respite soon, and within a few moments, he heard someone arrive, the gait and scent belonging to Moon. He never thought he'd be so relieved to see the kid, but jesting aside, Moon had a life to save, and he said nothing as the lion rambled off comforting statements while digging through his things. When the kid spoke to him, Gabe hummed in reply, lifting his head once he counted to three, immediately backing away to allow Moon more room and ignoring how the blood had begun to dry in his fur. Not enough supplies. Shit. "Don't worry, Twigs, I'll-"
Another voice. It's Playerone, and he watches her approach, offering supplies, presumably some of what Moon needed, although he was certain it would nonetheless be a help to fetch one of the others. He made to leave for that, nearly bumping into a lioness he didn't recognize, and Gabe didn't hesitate to say, "If you're not helping, then get out of the way. You're taking up space." The hybrid then set off to fetch the first person he could find, whoever that might be.
[member=598]imperia[/member] [member=1523]lessa[/member]
[align=right][i]——INFO
The feeling only intensified as the child attempted to speak, and Gabe hushed them gently, unable to imagine the sort of pain they must be in. Hopefully, they would find respite soon, and within a few moments, he heard someone arrive, the gait and scent belonging to Moon. He never thought he'd be so relieved to see the kid, but jesting aside, Moon had a life to save, and he said nothing as the lion rambled off comforting statements while digging through his things. When the kid spoke to him, Gabe hummed in reply, lifting his head once he counted to three, immediately backing away to allow Moon more room and ignoring how the blood had begun to dry in his fur. Not enough supplies. Shit. "Don't worry, Twigs, I'll-"
Another voice. It's Playerone, and he watches her approach, offering supplies, presumably some of what Moon needed, although he was certain it would nonetheless be a help to fetch one of the others. He made to leave for that, nearly bumping into a lioness he didn't recognize, and Gabe didn't hesitate to say, "If you're not helping, then get out of the way. You're taking up space." The hybrid then set off to fetch the first person he could find, whoever that might be.
[member=598]imperia[/member] [member=1523]lessa[/member]
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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