07-29-2018, 08:46 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-30-2018, 02:20 PM by NUI HARIME.)
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
well this was worrying.
stalking through the snow, her pricked ears easily caught up to the sounds of yelps and teeth meeting flesh. as always, as ever, blood drew her forward. it was her instinct. her lure. nui had a knack for finding trouble. this was no exception.
nui had been left behind with the sight of a nigh broken body, and a stranger clad in cloak and bag, attempting to ease the stranger's suffering. as always, she was far too late to the commotion. far too let to do anything, but not out of the goodness of her tiny little heart, nor for the sake of saving the shiba from any further grievous injuries. a selfish, fowl little creature like herself had only been out to stoke the fires of blood and sink her teeth into the flesh of the aggressors themselves.
"oh dear," nui breathily murmured as she came closer. less in horror at the sight of the injured body, but more in awe at the tragedy itself. she slipped forward liberally coming close to inhale the scent of the canine. he did not smell as if he were for any clan. but the crimson seeping from his cuts did smell wonderful.
nui drew in a shaky breath before pausing to inhale. the scream that poured from her lips was loud and obnoxious; like a siren calling for attention.
of course, her scream would alert someone eventually; regardless of whoever it was. preferably someone with some medical attention.
nui pivoted her head to face abomy, single eye roaming curiously over the bagged head in acknowledgement. she had so many questions, but now was not the time for them.
"he'll be okay, i hope. if someone doesn't come soon, feel free to run back to camp and ask for izuku."
and with an eager pant, she gingerly lowered her head towards shion's cuts once more to inhale generously, before flitting out a tongue to attempt to lap at the salty red leaking from his wounds. it smelled like heaven, perhaps even tasted like heaven.
it was barbaric, but both parties benefited from it. at least she liked to think so. her thirst would be quenched, and her saliva would keep shion's cuts clean and moist until izuku arrived.
// im sorry nui is such a weirdo. permission for her to lick shion's cuts clean?
[member=183]izuku[/member]
stalking through the snow, her pricked ears easily caught up to the sounds of yelps and teeth meeting flesh. as always, as ever, blood drew her forward. it was her instinct. her lure. nui had a knack for finding trouble. this was no exception.
nui had been left behind with the sight of a nigh broken body, and a stranger clad in cloak and bag, attempting to ease the stranger's suffering. as always, she was far too late to the commotion. far too let to do anything, but not out of the goodness of her tiny little heart, nor for the sake of saving the shiba from any further grievous injuries. a selfish, fowl little creature like herself had only been out to stoke the fires of blood and sink her teeth into the flesh of the aggressors themselves.
"oh dear," nui breathily murmured as she came closer. less in horror at the sight of the injured body, but more in awe at the tragedy itself. she slipped forward liberally coming close to inhale the scent of the canine. he did not smell as if he were for any clan. but the crimson seeping from his cuts did smell wonderful.
nui drew in a shaky breath before pausing to inhale. the scream that poured from her lips was loud and obnoxious; like a siren calling for attention.
of course, her scream would alert someone eventually; regardless of whoever it was. preferably someone with some medical attention.
nui pivoted her head to face abomy, single eye roaming curiously over the bagged head in acknowledgement. she had so many questions, but now was not the time for them.
"he'll be okay, i hope. if someone doesn't come soon, feel free to run back to camp and ask for izuku."
and with an eager pant, she gingerly lowered her head towards shion's cuts once more to inhale generously, before flitting out a tongue to attempt to lap at the salty red leaking from his wounds. it smelled like heaven, perhaps even tasted like heaven.
it was barbaric, but both parties benefited from it. at least she liked to think so. her thirst would be quenched, and her saliva would keep shion's cuts clean and moist until izuku arrived.
// im sorry nui is such a weirdo. permission for her to lick shion's cuts clean?
[member=183]izuku[/member]