08-30-2018, 10:28 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]You promised to help us. The voice rang through his ears as a bloodied scent entered his nostrils, like a kid searching for their parent in a mall Axle was looking around hopelessly. You let us die! he caught his breath in his lungs, eyes widening as the smells got too much. There was that metallic stench that he'd grown oh so used to and... Ophelia. Blind to his surroundings as he searched for the ones yelling at him, he thought he was the one screaming such truths at him, but she faded away as soon as eye contact was made. In the girl's stead was a feline, blooded and bruised with a mauled wing, the one he recognised from the time she had given him a blanket to help him fight the colds he wasn't used to. The Heeler wanted to teach himself to stay, he pictured his masters telling them to heel whilst the professionals sorted it out, but he'd never been the type to sit around hopelessly. His heart beat faster and faster, and when the discussions came he found himself unable to sit still any longer. Up the male rushed, ears pinned back as adrenaline coursed through his body. You let me die! A desperate wheeze escaped the blue merle, under his breath out of stubbornness. You let me die! It wasn't his precious girl anymore ringing in his ears, it was Ophelia. One act of kindness went a long way, even towards one who tried to be distant.
"No," he growled to Delilah's proposition of carrying Ophelia, arriving just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation loud and clear. A storm was cast over his face, troubled eyes hardening as whispers started to fade into obscurity. He gestured to his own back, figuring it would make sense for the dog to carry the cat over the cat carrying the cat. He even bent his legs, the weakness of making himself seem smaller be damned as a sense of urgency overcame him. Axle needed to do this, as a favour or otherwise, he needed to pay back the one who had been nothing short of decent. That green blanket was with him now, tucked between his collar and blanket and without so much of a second thought he tugged it from between the two. "Pressure on wound," he threw it to the ground hastily, hoping they'd get the idea.
"No," he growled to Delilah's proposition of carrying Ophelia, arriving just in time to hear the tail end of the conversation loud and clear. A storm was cast over his face, troubled eyes hardening as whispers started to fade into obscurity. He gestured to his own back, figuring it would make sense for the dog to carry the cat over the cat carrying the cat. He even bent his legs, the weakness of making himself seem smaller be damned as a sense of urgency overcame him. Axle needed to do this, as a favour or otherwise, he needed to pay back the one who had been nothing short of decent. That green blanket was with him now, tucked between his collar and blanket and without so much of a second thought he tugged it from between the two. "Pressure on wound," he threw it to the ground hastily, hoping they'd get the idea.
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
———————「 tanglewood / [color=black]tags / blue heeler / @ PYRO 」 ———————