10-15-2018, 12:28 PM
[size=9pt]"Actually, we don't." Says Moon, appearing silently behind Gabe. Had he secretly been ten paces behind the whole time, trialing after him like an insanely paranoid and debilitatingly overprotective babysitter? Absolutely not.
No one could prove it.
"We're lacking in the Medic department," Explains the lion, and with the words comes a painful reminder of Imperia's absence. He tries not to think about it. "I'm working on it, thought." He was. Azazel had some potential. If he could just spare some time to hang around the Cleric's hide for a while and show him the ropes, they'd be sorted. Or, at least on the way to it. Maybe. "That blood?" Asks Moon, starting few steps closer to peer at the mass of blue liquid that cakes in the snow leopard's fur, one side of his lip lifted slightly in a wince. "Jesus. Dunno' how your kind works, but I'm pretty sure that shit is meant to be on the inside."
No one could prove it.
"We're lacking in the Medic department," Explains the lion, and with the words comes a painful reminder of Imperia's absence. He tries not to think about it. "I'm working on it, thought." He was. Azazel had some potential. If he could just spare some time to hang around the Cleric's hide for a while and show him the ropes, they'd be sorted. Or, at least on the way to it. Maybe. "That blood?" Asks Moon, starting few steps closer to peer at the mass of blue liquid that cakes in the snow leopard's fur, one side of his lip lifted slightly in a wince. "Jesus. Dunno' how your kind works, but I'm pretty sure that shit is meant to be on the inside."
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