LIGHT THAT FIRE / O. RETURN? SICK?

[Zjarr]

[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]"Hrmph, I'll take the fella," resonated the voice of the male. Curiosity had gotten the best of him, as usual. As such he would not-quite-promptly make an appearance, casting an inquisitive glance at the Cane Corso that stumbled into the Ascendants' territory. They knew him as Lazarus, perhaps as some sort of former member that once made his residence in this group. No matter, he was in dire need of assistance, and Zjarr didn't have many better things to do at the time.

His form was not at its strongest, and it was evident that he had lost a bit of his muscle and support in time, though he had a vague idea to restore his former power from then on. As such, he felt that it would be a slightly greater hassle to lug the other canine about upon his shoulders, though perhaps it was a barely noticeable difference. But the demon wouldn't take any chances if he had a choice here. "If ya can't make it back by yourself, that is. You can, uh, lean on me if ya want. Just don't, y'know, cough or sneeze on me or whatever. Man, you're sicker than a do—" Abruptly the wolf's jaws clamped shut before he could finish the phrase. Okay, that sounded better in my head. Maybe not the best idea to say that now, to this specific fellow.

[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼