what I've done -- transformation (mdc prompt: death)

[Kian.]

KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN

So bring on all the monsters, That lie sleeping in the blue
I'll fight 'em all bare handed, Screaming I ain't scared of you

"Jesus," the rusty spotted cat murmured.  The faerie did not know Papercutter, at least, not really.  No doubt the two had seen each other around, but nothing aside from that.  Right now all his brain registered was an injured creature and a frantic child.  "Hey, calm down kid," the irishman urged, frowning.  "Last thing 'e needs is you pancking, aye?" The feline's brows creased.  "How about you track down one of our healers, okay?" At least then, she could be doing something useful.

Kian himself landed his thoughtful sea-green eyes on the terribly bloodied jackal, concerned but not terribly distressed.  He'd seen worse, unfortunately.  "Hey, we're gonna get you some help friend," at the very best, he could keep an eye on the guy until someone with medical supplies arrived.  There was not much for the small feline to do when his paws were empty of supplies.  Not without leaving him, and Kian honestly did not like the idea given his state.

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