｢ become fierce or savage / joining ｣

[TYDEUS]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]For everything that he had seen in his life, powers, so far, have not really been one of them. His actions are his own, and the people around him typically relied on the same. Bones had a certain brutal honesty with everything he did. No powers, just his own brain and brawn. His parents had been the same way. So when a voice sounds in his head, clear and calm despite the ringing in his ears, the lion can't help but recoil. The small (for a lion, at least) wildcat almost falls back on his haunches, one bloodied paw raised above the ground. His long tail flicks behind him, the tuft just visible. Though his body is tensed, each part of him prepared to run or to fight as necessary, the language of it is more frightened than anything else. Soft eyes are as wide as saucers and his fur fluffs up — he has no mane to shake out to make himself bigger and nothing to protect his soft throat, so instead his head ducks slightly. "How did you do that?" Sound doesn't come back to him and he wonders if he slurs his words. His tongue feels heavy.

After a moment, his heart stops racing and Tydeus lowers his paw again. It shakes on the way down but he steadies himself, ignoring the pulsing pain and slow, slow dizziness making his head spin. The details of the fight escape him now — the only thing he remembers is its start — but he must have gotten hit pretty hard for that. The wound is fresh but already a deep red is beginning to blossom underneath his fur around the side of his face, the same side where blood drips from his ear. It was mostly impact, he thinks. But the others — thin lines around his legs from some sort of trap, deep lines scored into one shoulder, the sting of a bite on the back of his neck — those tell a much different story, one that troubles him. With that, his mind wanders back to Bones. He would show up eventually, he'd — he would be alright.

"'M okay," the lion adds on, and this time he knows he slurs. "I can go where you need me to."

/ less rushed, so better description of injuries: has a concussion due to blunt force trauma to the left side of his head. that ear has a ruptured eardrum and it's bleeding. he has thin cuts about halfway up his front legs that are about level with each other, a few general scratches on his sides, and a deep bite mark at the back of his neck from a wildcat around his size.