09-01-2018, 05:17 PM
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TYPHOON
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
NECRO MAMBAS
HEAD SOOTHSAYER
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
The healer walked over, her paws silent but her leather satchel bouncing and clanking. Her four eyes focused on the buried knife, blatantly curious how he acquired the wound, but not enough to ask outright. "Try not to move, I'll remove it, " she spoke, her smaller pair of eyes drifting from Owen to the scarred dragon. Admittedly, she started relying on his fire more than she wanted to admit. Much more. But the benefits of flames came in many different sections of healing, and she wasn't one to pass up an advantage to heal her patients. "I'm going to need it heated up. I think the best shot of preventing blood loss is to stick it back in once the knife is hot enough to carterize the veins. How long will it take to heat it?" she asked the privateer, her voice oddly distant and sounding cold. Her mind was still planning the execution of the plan - such as debating with herself whether she ought to stitch the wound opening or try and let it heal on its own.
[/td][/tr][/table]© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?