04-04-2018, 12:53 PM
Bee, unlike the others, was no where near okay to the idea of dying. But... she was constantly very close. All it took was one attack for her entire heart and soul to be taken and dragged away from her. It was a terrible life, but hey. That's how she's lived her whole life. Bee tiredly followed behind the others. She had nothing better to do and had joined their little walking squad. She honestly didn't trust either of them. Georgie seemed a little bloodthirsty and Argus seemed to know too much. None of them talked, to be honest. And if others came?.... oh well.
Bee sighed as her nose picked up the scent of blood. Who was bleeding? And why? The cat tilted her head at the sight of Sinister. What a strange name to go by. Who named their kid Sinister? Did he pick it himself? Why? The girl huffed and rolled her eyes at both of her clanmates offering to bring him to a hut. A hut! He could bleed out by then. The girl huffed and sat down, digging through her messenger bag. Various medicines, gazes, and other medical supplies lined her bag. She was a very sick creature, and thus needed a metric shit ton of supplies to keep her moving.
Wait, Bee hummed, taking a roll of gaze into her mouth. She approached Sinister, turning to her neighbors. We should wrap him up a bit here. Even if just a little bit. She reached up, trying to apply and wrap the bullet wound (bullet wound??) in the white fabric. It was quickly stained crimson red. She blinked, taking a few steps back. She then hummed, turning up to meet the other's eyes. But besides that, they're right. You need professional help. She offered a friendly smile, I'm Bee by the way.
"SPEECH"
Bee sighed as her nose picked up the scent of blood. Who was bleeding? And why? The cat tilted her head at the sight of Sinister. What a strange name to go by. Who named their kid Sinister? Did he pick it himself? Why? The girl huffed and rolled her eyes at both of her clanmates offering to bring him to a hut. A hut! He could bleed out by then. The girl huffed and sat down, digging through her messenger bag. Various medicines, gazes, and other medical supplies lined her bag. She was a very sick creature, and thus needed a metric shit ton of supplies to keep her moving.
Wait, Bee hummed, taking a roll of gaze into her mouth. She approached Sinister, turning to her neighbors. We should wrap him up a bit here. Even if just a little bit. She reached up, trying to apply and wrap the bullet wound (bullet wound??) in the white fabric. It was quickly stained crimson red. She blinked, taking a few steps back. She then hummed, turning up to meet the other's eyes. But besides that, they're right. You need professional help. She offered a friendly smile, I'm Bee by the way.
"SPEECH"