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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE FLAMES
The copper tang on the air had Bastille's mood souring rapidly, and tiny cracks splintered out wildly from beneath his paws as he turned in their direction and approached with a bit of a quicker pace. The last siren song of blood had led him to Roy's broken body, and he was absolutely not in the mood to deal with another lost Clanmate. As he grew closer, however, he noted that the aura was an unfamiliar one, hazy as it flickered beside Oni's. That gave him some peace of mind, as well as the fact that there was an aura there, evidence that this stranger was still breathing.
He stopped beside his Fireball with a brief flicker of his gaze over Oni before he studied the femme he was tending to. The glimmer of stars in her pelt was vaguely distracting, but first and foremost were the wounds to be dealt with. [b]"We should get her to Moon and Peri, but moving her right now might speed up the blood flow," he commented idly, stepping closer to study the wound he was working at, "We need to get her some herbs. Has any one else been by?"[/n] He blinked, pale stare flickering from her head wound to her eyes, and he added as an afterthought, [b]"Hi, by the way. I'm Bast."
He stopped beside his Fireball with a brief flicker of his gaze over Oni before he studied the femme he was tending to. The glimmer of stars in her pelt was vaguely distracting, but first and foremost were the wounds to be dealt with. [b]"We should get her to Moon and Peri, but moving her right now might speed up the blood flow," he commented idly, stepping closer to study the wound he was working at, "We need to get her some herbs. Has any one else been by?"[/n] He blinked, pale stare flickering from her head wound to her eyes, and he added as an afterthought, [b]"Hi, by the way. I'm Bast."
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Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]