08-06-2018, 05:56 PM
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Now he had seen Goldie suffer before when she had collapsed days earlier, he recalled his own childish inquiry of her condition that he didn’t necessarily regret or even think much of. But as he saw his crewmates around her and could scent the injuries and Goldie herself leaving nothing to the imagination, Snare felt a lump rise up in his throat and a chill jitter through his skinny form. Despite his morbid curiosity at the harm his crewmates did to others outside of the group, seeing somebody he knew and understood was nice and well liked did stir emotion up in his small frame. He swallowed as he got closer however, trying with minimal success to keep up his mature and serious façade as he crept closer.
Rosemary seemed to be heading the healing operation at the moment, so Snare’s wide eyes would settle on her as he crouched in the shadows of his crewmates, suddenly feeling very small and not really trying to do anything to appear bigger. ”Is she gonna be okay?” It was probably the most concerned and sincere thing to come out of the pup’s mouth so far, with no other commentary, big body language, or lack of understanding like a child would do. He might not have understood a lot, but he could pick up that something was very wrong.
snare mortem — male — wolf — typhoon — minnow — argus x npc
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #633c00;"]Loud noises and the scent of blood and harm drew in a naturally adventurous spirit. But Snare felt different this time around. He felt a strange heaviness in his stomach as he approached the source of the commotion however, and felt like something was crawling under his pelt and digging at his innards uncomfortably. Despite everything, his youngness, and naiveté, and general nature, he could tell something was very wrong. He felt sick, which he shouldn’t, nothing was wrong with him. The metallic scent of blood in the air clung to his tongue and lingered, and he felt like gagging as he got closer to the scene.Now he had seen Goldie suffer before when she had collapsed days earlier, he recalled his own childish inquiry of her condition that he didn’t necessarily regret or even think much of. But as he saw his crewmates around her and could scent the injuries and Goldie herself leaving nothing to the imagination, Snare felt a lump rise up in his throat and a chill jitter through his skinny form. Despite his morbid curiosity at the harm his crewmates did to others outside of the group, seeing somebody he knew and understood was nice and well liked did stir emotion up in his small frame. He swallowed as he got closer however, trying with minimal success to keep up his mature and serious façade as he crept closer.
Rosemary seemed to be heading the healing operation at the moment, so Snare’s wide eyes would settle on her as he crouched in the shadows of his crewmates, suddenly feeling very small and not really trying to do anything to appear bigger. ”Is she gonna be okay?” It was probably the most concerned and sincere thing to come out of the pup’s mouth so far, with no other commentary, big body language, or lack of understanding like a child would do. He might not have understood a lot, but he could pick up that something was very wrong.