11-02-2018, 06:56 PM
CONFETTI & CONFESSIONS
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A different dose of pain split through his burning chest and down his spine with every step. He was supposed to be resting, letting himself heal, taking it easy. He hated it. He’d come to a new Rosebloods than the one he knew previously as a mere baby. He escaped here from the ridiculous threat of an assassin who was out to get him of all people for causing a little trouble and stealing a few things.
He knew hardly any creature in the Rosebloods by name, let alone at any personal level. Except Jiyu. Jiyu was his mother and while they’d been apart for some time (partially due to his fault of walking out), he wouldn’t forget that. He was trying his best to make up for the time missed between them.
Fright Seraphim was out and about. No way in hell was he sticking to the confines of the main base like a baby. So what he was injured, he could handle himself for a leisure stroll in the territory. The pure white serval child forgot his chest injury when he came upon a few of his comrades and someone else of interest. A returning member. That was how he understood it.
He wanted to say ‘hi’ or try to make better friends with the little snow leopard and the bird, especially since they seemed young, in body at least. But the Seraphim boy looked away to the returner with a sudden bout of anxiety surrounding the notion of making any friends.
The four eyed serval who was much older than he was called for a medic and with a huff, the child revealed himself and crawled out of the undergrowth on his slightly unsteady mechanical paws. ”I can heal. I wouldn’t ignore just any request for assistance,” Fright replied levelly in his western drawl, his ears perked and lurid green eyes darting in a way that was almost playful to Kunta. It was true. He did like to help but he wasn’t any sort of official medic but he’d been plenty reputable in his past lives.
”I...haven’t seen Prestige,” he paused over the name, uncomfortably remembering the old member from when he was barely able to walk on his own paws,”Truthfully, I only know Sephiroth and Jiyu personally. I just got back here a day ago. Name’s Frightfur and welcome back, sir.” He wasn’t much help but this was way more interesting than sitting on his ass waiting for a wound to heal.
He knew hardly any creature in the Rosebloods by name, let alone at any personal level. Except Jiyu. Jiyu was his mother and while they’d been apart for some time (partially due to his fault of walking out), he wouldn’t forget that. He was trying his best to make up for the time missed between them.
Fright Seraphim was out and about. No way in hell was he sticking to the confines of the main base like a baby. So what he was injured, he could handle himself for a leisure stroll in the territory. The pure white serval child forgot his chest injury when he came upon a few of his comrades and someone else of interest. A returning member. That was how he understood it.
He wanted to say ‘hi’ or try to make better friends with the little snow leopard and the bird, especially since they seemed young, in body at least. But the Seraphim boy looked away to the returner with a sudden bout of anxiety surrounding the notion of making any friends.
The four eyed serval who was much older than he was called for a medic and with a huff, the child revealed himself and crawled out of the undergrowth on his slightly unsteady mechanical paws. ”I can heal. I wouldn’t ignore just any request for assistance,” Fright replied levelly in his western drawl, his ears perked and lurid green eyes darting in a way that was almost playful to Kunta. It was true. He did like to help but he wasn’t any sort of official medic but he’d been plenty reputable in his past lives.
”I...haven’t seen Prestige,” he paused over the name, uncomfortably remembering the old member from when he was barely able to walk on his own paws,”Truthfully, I only know Sephiroth and Jiyu personally. I just got back here a day ago. Name’s Frightfur and welcome back, sir.” He wasn’t much help but this was way more interesting than sitting on his ass waiting for a wound to heal.
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★ The Rosebloods ★ white serval cat w/ bionic mods + spirit/ghost ★ physician