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[Luca]

As the sun began to rise, Luca decided that it was probably time for bed. He had been neglecting himself lately, desperate to stay up during the day despite his nocturnal nature and mingle with his clanmates. Almost no one stayed up during the night, and although that was when he was the sharpest, he had tried to fit in by forcing himself to sleep when the sun went down. Obviously it hadn't worked. The hellhound had resigned himself to his fate eventually, and took to watching over his clanmates as they slept instead. Luckily there was always at least one person awake, so at least he was never completely alone. He made it back home and collapsed onto the pile of pillows that he'd been using as a bed, curling up and tucking his face beneath a paw as the familiar warmth of sleep began to overcome him. He was exhausted, but at least it looked like he'd finally get a good days rest.

"KIRISHIMA?"

His ears pinned back against the gentle slope of his cranium, his tired eyes opening groggily at the sound of Bakugou's familiar voice. It was faint, the angry feline must be quite far away, but it was still loud enough to be distracting. Luca groaned and decided to ignore it, pulling a pillow over his sensitive ears. It was only when Bakugou's cries turned a little more concerning that Luca finally lifted his head. "Wha..?" Had he heard that correctly? Something like 'get away from him' and then asking if the red-eyed feline could hear him. It almost sounded like there had been another attack. Luca was out the door fairly quickly after that, curious as to what was going on. There had been a lot of attacks lately- it almost made him curious as to whether or not it was the same person behind them. He spread his wings, but it only too two lazy flaps for him to realise that he didn't have enough energy for flight. Instead he tucked the leathery appendages close to his body again, deciding that Kirishima could survive just a couple minutes longer.

They weren't hard to find thanks to Baugou's screaming and the fire that raged above his ass. Luca pinpointed them easily through the jungle and sped up a little, finally emerging through the foliage to stare upon the scene. Immediately it was an assault upon his senses. His ears pinned back against his head and his nose crinkled against the smell of blood, and the light coming off Bakugou's tail definitely didn't help Luca's eyes in finding where to look first. His fuchsia gaze flitted from Kirishima to his wounds to the raptor trying to eat him, and then they finally found the feline making all the noise. "Qu-quiet! Quiet down!" He said, right on the verge on a sensory overload and already regretting coming out to help. "I can't- I can't think with all your screaming," he said, casting one last concerned glance at Exodus before padding towards the victim of it all. The feline seemed to be in a pretty nasty state. Luca grimaced at the infected wound before inspecting the pierced tongue, a shiver crawling up his spine. He didn't know Kirishima well enough to try and take his wounds (he was still pretty selfish at heart, after all) so instead he decided to do the second best thing.

"I can't heal this, I'll get a medic," he half-lied, turning back to find someone that could help. Silas and Junji were injured, so he would make a beeline for Rosemary first.

[member=1130]rosemary roux[/member]