08-09-2018, 10:22 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]To think things had been going relatively well this week.
He had thought this would be another average day, with hunting and patrolling taking priority- when he detected the heavy tang of blood, and overheard yelling that he couldn’t yet decipher at this distance. Who had gotten injured now? And moreover, how had they gotten injured so deep in the territory?
Well, if he could smell this much blood, the medics would probably need a lot of help. Gritting his teeth, he hurried over to the scene, sniffing periodically to check for the presence of any of their other enemies. Snowbound had requested a ceasefire, and were probably too weak to do anything. Tanglewood was basically missing in action. Sunhaven hadn’t yet found out the significance of not being allies. Yet, he couldn’t smell the Ascendants, either.
A rogue? But what was a rogue doing this far into the territory?
Pushing past the crowd, he focused his gaze on the fallen crewmate- and nearly choked.
Blood poured from their wounds, overwhelming his olfactory receptors.
Dice was already dead, his broken and torn neck setting his head at a bizarre angle from the rest of his body.
Strike curled around his fallen brother, even despite the gashes along his flank and chest and the unnatural bend in his back right leg. His eyes were glazed over, his breathing shallow.
Paper finally found his voice.
”Who did this to you?” he demanded suddenly, his ears swiveling back. He could only smell the crewmates who were gathered there- he couldn’t pick out any scent that could belong to an attacker. They joked about Caesar, but not even he, let alone any of the other crewmates, could do something like this to Gold of all people.
Swallowing, Paper glanced up at Rosemary. ”What can I do?” It wasn’t a question of if he could do anything. There had to be something he could do to help. He just wasn’t sure what that was.
He had thought this would be another average day, with hunting and patrolling taking priority- when he detected the heavy tang of blood, and overheard yelling that he couldn’t yet decipher at this distance. Who had gotten injured now? And moreover, how had they gotten injured so deep in the territory?
Well, if he could smell this much blood, the medics would probably need a lot of help. Gritting his teeth, he hurried over to the scene, sniffing periodically to check for the presence of any of their other enemies. Snowbound had requested a ceasefire, and were probably too weak to do anything. Tanglewood was basically missing in action. Sunhaven hadn’t yet found out the significance of not being allies. Yet, he couldn’t smell the Ascendants, either.
A rogue? But what was a rogue doing this far into the territory?
Pushing past the crowd, he focused his gaze on the fallen crewmate- and nearly choked.
Blood poured from their wounds, overwhelming his olfactory receptors.
Dice was already dead, his broken and torn neck setting his head at a bizarre angle from the rest of his body.
Strike curled around his fallen brother, even despite the gashes along his flank and chest and the unnatural bend in his back right leg. His eyes were glazed over, his breathing shallow.
Paper finally found his voice.
”Who did this to you?” he demanded suddenly, his ears swiveling back. He could only smell the crewmates who were gathered there- he couldn’t pick out any scent that could belong to an attacker. They joked about Caesar, but not even he, let alone any of the other crewmates, could do something like this to Gold of all people.
Swallowing, Paper glanced up at Rosemary. ”What can I do?” It wasn’t a question of if he could do anything. There had to be something he could do to help. He just wasn’t sure what that was.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo