08-05-2018, 09:53 PM
ROSEMARY ROUX
Rosemary could smell the blood; it filled her nostrils and slithered into her mouth, burning her mind. But she recognized the scent of the victim - how could she not, when she smelled Goldie's blood so many times in the child's lifetime? - and snapped her mind out of its foggy daze with little effort. Her coven - no, her family - was paramount. Nothing mattered more than them; certainly not the darkness lurking inside her selfish, twisted mind.
Quickly tracking Goldie to her location, the ocelot had to choke down a scream; she never saw a child in such a state before. Not even Goldie's third degree burns looked so hideous. Her four eyes darted around madly as she rushed to Goldie's side, hurriedly flinging off her leather satchel as she set about doing a million things at once. "Goldie! Goldie, what happened to you?" Rosemary asked in an agitated, frantic voice - the her usual apathy crumbling against the force of her overwhelming emotions. Rosemary pulled out bandages, attempting to securely hold them against the worst of Goldie's wounds. She needed to stop the bleeding; the spine needed to be protected, but oh how the terror rose in her mind.
She didn't know if Goldie could recover from this; the child survived so many terrible injuries, but each one scarred her further and left Rosemary increasingly worried for the bengal's safety. But now? Now Rosemary knew that even surviving this wasn't going to be good - she knew enough about the spine to know that a display like this... wasn't going to heal completely. She could already see Goldie trying to push herself forward with only her front paws; Rosemary pushed the thought away, swallowing thickly as she pressed her paws firmly into the wound to hold the bandages in place.
And that was when Rosemary remembered that she just promoted an entire healing team to help her - she didn't have to do all of this alone. Lifting her chin, she yelled out, "I need help! Warm, wet blankets! Drinking water! And someone with fire magic, get over here now!" For a wound this severe, it needed to be closed up - and while she had an emergency stitching kit in her bag, she knew it needed to be sterilized before use. The fastest way to do that was with someone who could wield flames; Rosemary tried not to think about how the only person she knew with that capability in the group was... Caesar.
[member=1371]FISCHER.[/member] [member=1345]SOLVEIG[/member] [member=1660]JUNJI[/member] [member=495]Beatrice[/member] [member=1609]TEMULIN[/member] [member=1504]Aita C.R.[/member]
[ if u can't reply no pressure but rosemary is gonna need a bit of help ! ]
Quickly tracking Goldie to her location, the ocelot had to choke down a scream; she never saw a child in such a state before. Not even Goldie's third degree burns looked so hideous. Her four eyes darted around madly as she rushed to Goldie's side, hurriedly flinging off her leather satchel as she set about doing a million things at once. "Goldie! Goldie, what happened to you?" Rosemary asked in an agitated, frantic voice - the her usual apathy crumbling against the force of her overwhelming emotions. Rosemary pulled out bandages, attempting to securely hold them against the worst of Goldie's wounds. She needed to stop the bleeding; the spine needed to be protected, but oh how the terror rose in her mind.
She didn't know if Goldie could recover from this; the child survived so many terrible injuries, but each one scarred her further and left Rosemary increasingly worried for the bengal's safety. But now? Now Rosemary knew that even surviving this wasn't going to be good - she knew enough about the spine to know that a display like this... wasn't going to heal completely. She could already see Goldie trying to push herself forward with only her front paws; Rosemary pushed the thought away, swallowing thickly as she pressed her paws firmly into the wound to hold the bandages in place.
And that was when Rosemary remembered that she just promoted an entire healing team to help her - she didn't have to do all of this alone. Lifting her chin, she yelled out, "I need help! Warm, wet blankets! Drinking water! And someone with fire magic, get over here now!" For a wound this severe, it needed to be closed up - and while she had an emergency stitching kit in her bag, she knew it needed to be sterilized before use. The fastest way to do that was with someone who could wield flames; Rosemary tried not to think about how the only person she knew with that capability in the group was... Caesar.
[member=1371]FISCHER.[/member] [member=1345]SOLVEIG[/member] [member=1660]JUNJI[/member] [member=495]Beatrice[/member] [member=1609]TEMULIN[/member] [member=1504]Aita C.R.[/member]
[ if u can't reply no pressure but rosemary is gonna need a bit of help ! ]
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© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?