09-09-2018, 05:00 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;"]He had grown accustomed to the sensation of being atop another, Lucifer had been kind in those days when the child was first injured and walking had proven a great hassle, the pain of it enough to drive him to accept the offer, though it proved unwilling in those first times. But flight was strange to him, something he had not experienced before this moment. Huddled where neck and back met the tiny bengal had lifted his head and enjoyed the sensation of the wind, digging chilled fingers into his fur, thick though his home harboured a more tropical and warm climate, suited to the weather if to a lesser degree than this.
A quiet sound escaped, breath huffed through pursed lips speaking of a faint pain, racing up his left foreleg as it came down hard to help keep him balanced, not quite healed. Lifting the leg he twisted it, stretching it out as he listened to the conversation about him, never finding a break in which his own input proved necessary just yet. Dark eye rose as he felt muscle shift beneath him once more, bracing for a short time before be realised it was an extension of a wing to allow him easy departure rather than Pincher lifting into the air once more, a sensation he much rather not experience for it felt horrid, body unused to such things.
Taking a slow pace Silus listened to the words his father spoke, brief the pause as he said son, curl of a smile noticeable for only a second before he was moving along the wing, lightly stepping off. Across those present did the single eye move, the other nothing more than an empty hole covered by a plain patch, making note of the state each was in. Some seemed singed while others held clear burns, the first to speak clear in her favouring of one side. Approaching the potato bag himself it took only a few moments for him to pull out the necessary items, both meant to help sooth the burns and any other pain present, including a few jars of honey for any who had inhaled smoke of any great quantity.
“Ya got any 'ealers?” Throwing the question out as he worked Silus proved unwilling, or otherwise uninterested, in lifting his gaze, attention focused solely upon the items before him. It was not a necessity but it would prove a great deal easier to have others, trained or simply willing to assist in anyway, burns one he knew for he had worked on a rather nasty one using a blend of his own making yet his joining on this had been last minute and so he lacked the concoction.
A quiet sound escaped, breath huffed through pursed lips speaking of a faint pain, racing up his left foreleg as it came down hard to help keep him balanced, not quite healed. Lifting the leg he twisted it, stretching it out as he listened to the conversation about him, never finding a break in which his own input proved necessary just yet. Dark eye rose as he felt muscle shift beneath him once more, bracing for a short time before be realised it was an extension of a wing to allow him easy departure rather than Pincher lifting into the air once more, a sensation he much rather not experience for it felt horrid, body unused to such things.
Taking a slow pace Silus listened to the words his father spoke, brief the pause as he said son, curl of a smile noticeable for only a second before he was moving along the wing, lightly stepping off. Across those present did the single eye move, the other nothing more than an empty hole covered by a plain patch, making note of the state each was in. Some seemed singed while others held clear burns, the first to speak clear in her favouring of one side. Approaching the potato bag himself it took only a few moments for him to pull out the necessary items, both meant to help sooth the burns and any other pain present, including a few jars of honey for any who had inhaled smoke of any great quantity.
“Ya got any 'ealers?” Throwing the question out as he worked Silus proved unwilling, or otherwise uninterested, in lifting his gaze, attention focused solely upon the items before him. It was not a necessity but it would prove a great deal easier to have others, trained or simply willing to assist in anyway, burns one he knew for he had worked on a rather nasty one using a blend of his own making yet his joining on this had been last minute and so he lacked the concoction.