09-02-2018, 06:25 AM
[align=center][div style="width:400px; font-size:8.4pt;line-height:1.1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:0px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Wrong. Something within this situation spoke of such, a gentle murmur of something slightly off, as though a lazy hand had swept through and left all but one little thing as it was, pushed only a fraction, largely unnoticeable but the mind clung. It was a simple detail, minute in the grand scheme of what worked around it, but enough.
The two held no prior experience, passing the other as they went about their lives, performing daily routines which might bring them into contact, given to being drawn together in moments when discussion was called for, but never had the two shared words. Such factors only made it all the stranger, this lingering doubt strange to him. Beneath dark fur skin crawled and about it goosebumps rose, ears pulling back. The name he uttered was strange, one like so few harboured as they had adapted to different customs, though the child knew not of the time when two part names were common, the hesitance before it speaking of it being false for one reason or another.
For a few brief moments, time in which he drew deep breaths, held in the lungs until they burned and exhaled in a sudden rush, Silus stood at a distance and watched. Into the sand toes curled and he wondered if his presence would be needed for the blood which coated the jackal appeared old, given a rusty tone rather than the crimson of fresh, his movements unhindered. It might simply have been another who had fall beneath him who now found their life blood decorating his fur, yet the words, cries from another his age, spoke of harm upon this... Infinitepotential.
“Get 'er away,” snapping out the order the tiny Sage finally made his approach, his hopping step almost dragging him own as he took a quick pace, one he was unaccustomed to in this state, gesturing with his injured leg towards Linux. Her panicking would only cause further distraction and he had no need of it, better for another to draw her aside, calm her where he could offer no such empty words at the moment. Stopping before the jackal a tentative smile was offered to Goldie, once more the one to assist, always there when it was needed. Settling his weight upon his back legs Silus gestured for Infinite to lower his head, at his full height the jackal towered above the smaller stature of the feline, to such a point work would not be possible.
“Sumun get Rose,” calling over his shoulder he reached out and gently made to touch along Infinite's face, close to the empty socket – claws found his eye, dug into the thin flesh and out it came, so easy and quick – teeth grit behind clenched lips. It seemed the worst of his face, attention shifting to his throat for but a brief moment. Time enough for that, for now he needed to deal with this. “An una da fire users. Since ya usin ya thoughts rada den ya mouth it got ya vocal cords, don' know 'ow much we can do ta fix dat but... we'll see.”
This was all new, each injury he assisted with something so wildly different from the last. The only eye removed recently had been his own and such had been of little use to him, so for now he merely looked across each wound, checking to see if any were deep enough to need stitches. The small cuts and abrasions seemed largely superficial, however, and so he rooted through his bag, pulling out some marigold he began to chew on. He didn't seem to be within a state of shock, a plus in this situation at the very least. "Ya don' member nutin? No idea what got ya?"
The two held no prior experience, passing the other as they went about their lives, performing daily routines which might bring them into contact, given to being drawn together in moments when discussion was called for, but never had the two shared words. Such factors only made it all the stranger, this lingering doubt strange to him. Beneath dark fur skin crawled and about it goosebumps rose, ears pulling back. The name he uttered was strange, one like so few harboured as they had adapted to different customs, though the child knew not of the time when two part names were common, the hesitance before it speaking of it being false for one reason or another.
For a few brief moments, time in which he drew deep breaths, held in the lungs until they burned and exhaled in a sudden rush, Silus stood at a distance and watched. Into the sand toes curled and he wondered if his presence would be needed for the blood which coated the jackal appeared old, given a rusty tone rather than the crimson of fresh, his movements unhindered. It might simply have been another who had fall beneath him who now found their life blood decorating his fur, yet the words, cries from another his age, spoke of harm upon this... Infinitepotential.
“Get 'er away,” snapping out the order the tiny Sage finally made his approach, his hopping step almost dragging him own as he took a quick pace, one he was unaccustomed to in this state, gesturing with his injured leg towards Linux. Her panicking would only cause further distraction and he had no need of it, better for another to draw her aside, calm her where he could offer no such empty words at the moment. Stopping before the jackal a tentative smile was offered to Goldie, once more the one to assist, always there when it was needed. Settling his weight upon his back legs Silus gestured for Infinite to lower his head, at his full height the jackal towered above the smaller stature of the feline, to such a point work would not be possible.
“Sumun get Rose,” calling over his shoulder he reached out and gently made to touch along Infinite's face, close to the empty socket – claws found his eye, dug into the thin flesh and out it came, so easy and quick – teeth grit behind clenched lips. It seemed the worst of his face, attention shifting to his throat for but a brief moment. Time enough for that, for now he needed to deal with this. “An una da fire users. Since ya usin ya thoughts rada den ya mouth it got ya vocal cords, don' know 'ow much we can do ta fix dat but... we'll see.”
This was all new, each injury he assisted with something so wildly different from the last. The only eye removed recently had been his own and such had been of little use to him, so for now he merely looked across each wound, checking to see if any were deep enough to need stitches. The small cuts and abrasions seemed largely superficial, however, and so he rooted through his bag, pulling out some marigold he began to chew on. He didn't seem to be within a state of shock, a plus in this situation at the very least. "Ya don' member nutin? No idea what got ya?"