▹▹▹▹ There were many things that many people in life were lucky to have never been subject to hearing, or seeing. War, battle; pain, misery. How was it that some lucky few could have gone their entire lives without seeing sights that at least most people had brushed with? It wasn't a question he considered often, but it was a reality that he knew, traveling across lands and settling (though never as long as he had presently found himself in Ascendants), with others for a time. He knew the viciousness of the world and let it roll off his back; he knew the viciousness, for he had also been a part of it. The scars that littered his body attested to that fact, even if the majority of them were hidden deep beneath his black fur. But Kit was no fool, he knew the sounds of battle, the sounds of pain, perhaps more intimately than his mother had ever hoped for him.
It was the sound of fighting that had perked his attention. It was late, that much was true, but even Atticus was out in the territory. He had not been so unwise as to go as far as Titan, but just far enough to escape from the proximity of many people, to go out and view the stars above. To reflect, though it seemed reflection should have been the last thing on his mind. It was Titan. He knew the voice of the Astral Seraph who was now bellowing a war cry. Yet, even as he gathered half a mind to turn and find where Titan was, the bellows of pain and war had begun to dim. His ears flickered faintly as his paw briefly stalled in midair where it was going to step forward further and further away from the observatory.
He stood still, his breathing slow and idle as he strained to hear as far as he could, beginning to turn himself and return to the observatory, faintly staggered towards where he had initially heard Titan in the far distance. While he could hear footsteps in the distance, it took him until he was turning back to the observatory in full and making his way towards him that he saw the Astral Seraph collapsed just ahead of him. A low rumble sounded in his throat as he quickly picked up his step to reach his side, his golden gaze finding the wounds upon his body, bite marks that had sunk in, yet did not fully explain his total collapse. Yet it was readily apparent they would not have him awake for very much longer. Resigning himself to quickly sit, he laid a paw across one of his wounds to help staunch some of the bleeding in the very least, choosing the one on his flank incase his back had further injuries from the bite than he had the knowledge of seeing. "We need someone with medical knowledge," he called out loudly, yet his voice remained utterly calm. He had seen worse; as far as Atticus was concerned, Titain would be fine. "Titan has been attacked."
//half asleep sorry for any weirdness xD
It was the sound of fighting that had perked his attention. It was late, that much was true, but even Atticus was out in the territory. He had not been so unwise as to go as far as Titan, but just far enough to escape from the proximity of many people, to go out and view the stars above. To reflect, though it seemed reflection should have been the last thing on his mind. It was Titan. He knew the voice of the Astral Seraph who was now bellowing a war cry. Yet, even as he gathered half a mind to turn and find where Titan was, the bellows of pain and war had begun to dim. His ears flickered faintly as his paw briefly stalled in midair where it was going to step forward further and further away from the observatory.
He stood still, his breathing slow and idle as he strained to hear as far as he could, beginning to turn himself and return to the observatory, faintly staggered towards where he had initially heard Titan in the far distance. While he could hear footsteps in the distance, it took him until he was turning back to the observatory in full and making his way towards him that he saw the Astral Seraph collapsed just ahead of him. A low rumble sounded in his throat as he quickly picked up his step to reach his side, his golden gaze finding the wounds upon his body, bite marks that had sunk in, yet did not fully explain his total collapse. Yet it was readily apparent they would not have him awake for very much longer. Resigning himself to quickly sit, he laid a paw across one of his wounds to help staunch some of the bleeding in the very least, choosing the one on his flank incase his back had further injuries from the bite than he had the knowledge of seeing. "We need someone with medical knowledge," he called out loudly, yet his voice remained utterly calm. He had seen worse; as far as Atticus was concerned, Titain would be fine. "Titan has been attacked."
//half asleep sorry for any weirdness xD