seal my heart and break my pride | injury

[emil]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]caution was not something he grew up with. there was a certain amount of care he took in his daily life, but his home had been the safest; protected by a strong mother, kept out of the way of the world's dangers. only when his mother passed did the coldness of reality finally reach him. he was alone, an amateur in everything, no real knowledge of how to properly take care of himself. the kindness of strangers he met on the road could only take him so far; he needed to learn, and such brought lessons of how to treat the wounds he got on hunts or scuffles over territory. love wouldn't call himself an expert, not in the slightest, but he knew what was essential to survive.

he knew, at least, was pretty sure there was some sort of rule about going near the borders for the time being. love didn't spend much time around the others here; there were several he was certainly interested in getting to know better, but the boy found himself becoming shy whenever they crossed paths. a mere "hello," before they went on with their days, uttering nothing more to each other. a majority of his time was spent wandering. the territory was vast, with so many things to discover and stare at in awe, but today he was drawn to the borders. in the air, the crisp scent of blood hung thick, and while alarms flared up in his mind, the panther continued forth. someone could be hurt, or in danger. he was a lover, not a fighter; a sweet little loverboy that knew nothing of what the world held in store.

soft brown eyes settled on the woman standing over the body of another. for a moment, he tensed, until her scent washed over him. he remembered her from when he'd joined; agathe, the pretty snow leopard with a cool, collected personality. something he wished he had, but he was stuck with his mess of one. "excuse me?" love said slowly, taking a few steps closer. he did his best to ignore the body, instead focusing on agathe as he peered around to look at her face. she was bleeding. not terribly, but she would certainly need help. "you okay? can i help?"