08-01-2018, 02:28 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]"Shit, I can still give you that if you want. Just say the word and I'll shove you right into the water then fish you out and patch your ass up myself," a throaty chuckle left his maw, shoulders visibly easing up although it had been hard to tell he was tense before to begin with. It was always easier to indulge in pleasantries, however, as it gave him a good excuse to both actively avoid his own demons and try to save others from their own. It was comfortable, if numbing, and Des still had half a mind to make sure that all of his walls were up regardless.
"No, but seriously," his gaze turned harder, head tilting back to inspect Gabriel more without any hint of subtlety in his gaze. It wasn't every day that someone injured arrived at the border, this being Des' first encounter. "It's better if we don't wait to make sure that none of your bleeding is internal," a moment of silence surrounded them, before he cleared his throat and waved a paw in his direction. "I can try and patch some of it up, 've got a shed back over there -" he waved in the general direction of the hut at the statement "- if you'd let me, though I get it if you'd prefer to take care of it yourself." Personal space was a big thing with a bunch of people, himself included, so it was only right to offer it despite the concern.
"No point in waiting around though, really. I say you're in, given that we accepted a hoard of feral raptors and their 'master' who had actually killed some of ours in the past. You're nothing compared to that, no offense intended," as far as he knew (although, to be fair he didn't know much) Gabriel hadn't actively murdered anyone here... yet. And if things got out of hand, it was a losing battle on his side if he tried to cause shit. He was injured and outnumbered, and unless he had roughly a hundred tricks up his sleeve then death was probably inevitable.
"And before I forget, you got a name? Nickname? Preferred alias?" perhaps he was talking too much, but he was eager to draw the conversation to a halt and get all pleasantries over with, the better part of him rising up yet again and trying to help whatever injured soul happened to stumble across his path. It was a liability, he knew, but once again Des felt like his walls were strong enough to make sure that it wouldn't end up getting him killed.
"No, but seriously," his gaze turned harder, head tilting back to inspect Gabriel more without any hint of subtlety in his gaze. It wasn't every day that someone injured arrived at the border, this being Des' first encounter. "It's better if we don't wait to make sure that none of your bleeding is internal," a moment of silence surrounded them, before he cleared his throat and waved a paw in his direction. "I can try and patch some of it up, 've got a shed back over there -" he waved in the general direction of the hut at the statement "- if you'd let me, though I get it if you'd prefer to take care of it yourself." Personal space was a big thing with a bunch of people, himself included, so it was only right to offer it despite the concern.
"No point in waiting around though, really. I say you're in, given that we accepted a hoard of feral raptors and their 'master' who had actually killed some of ours in the past. You're nothing compared to that, no offense intended," as far as he knew (although, to be fair he didn't know much) Gabriel hadn't actively murdered anyone here... yet. And if things got out of hand, it was a losing battle on his side if he tried to cause shit. He was injured and outnumbered, and unless he had roughly a hundred tricks up his sleeve then death was probably inevitable.
"And before I forget, you got a name? Nickname? Preferred alias?" perhaps he was talking too much, but he was eager to draw the conversation to a halt and get all pleasantries over with, the better part of him rising up yet again and trying to help whatever injured soul happened to stumble across his path. It was a liability, he knew, but once again Des felt like his walls were strong enough to make sure that it wouldn't end up getting him killed.
♔ — I want brimstone in my garden