12-15-2018, 08:29 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 65%; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify;"]Jim could be described as having a bleeding heart. Give him half a reason to fuss and he would, at least in his own personalized way. Which .. his hovering wasn't very obvious unless you knew what to look for. And his groupmates didn't, because he hadn't bonded with literally any of them. This fresh start sucked. .. At least he felt welcomed.
Even so, there's something that makes him droop about the sorry looking feline trodding through the territory. Feathers scattered on the ground, obviously from their wings, and they looked so .. small. Jim doesn't have any blankets or anything to offer -- he doesn't have a bag to carry stuff, and maybe he should look into that?
"Hey, are you alright there? Can you get up?" Jim circles around the downed feline as he arrives, covered in mud up to his belly as he regards the angel with something like concern. Fuck, obviously they aren't fine if they're collapsed. Jim is a dumbass, who asks dumb questions when he can't just yell for the Enterprise. Quickly, the wolfdog steps closer to sit next to the angel, leaning close to try and provide warmth. They didn't look injured, but definitely sickly, and even a bad, but simple chill like this could probably kill a sick person. He attempts to gently nudge them. "You shouldn't even be out here. In Tanglewood, but especially not the cold.. I can probably bring you to town, to figure this out," To hell with what may as well be protocol, Jim couldn't bring himself to be suspicious of such a pathetic bundle of fur, anyways. Being so much larger than the feline, it'd be a piece of cake to carry the guy on his back or by the scruff or something, right? It'd be faster than making them walk if they collapsed. .. Should the feline try to get up, though, Jim would definitely assist where he could.
Even so, there's something that makes him droop about the sorry looking feline trodding through the territory. Feathers scattered on the ground, obviously from their wings, and they looked so .. small. Jim doesn't have any blankets or anything to offer -- he doesn't have a bag to carry stuff, and maybe he should look into that?
"Hey, are you alright there? Can you get up?" Jim circles around the downed feline as he arrives, covered in mud up to his belly as he regards the angel with something like concern. Fuck, obviously they aren't fine if they're collapsed. Jim is a dumbass, who asks dumb questions when he can't just yell for the Enterprise. Quickly, the wolfdog steps closer to sit next to the angel, leaning close to try and provide warmth. They didn't look injured, but definitely sickly, and even a bad, but simple chill like this could probably kill a sick person. He attempts to gently nudge them. "You shouldn't even be out here. In Tanglewood, but especially not the cold.. I can probably bring you to town, to figure this out," To hell with what may as well be protocol, Jim couldn't bring himself to be suspicious of such a pathetic bundle of fur, anyways. Being so much larger than the feline, it'd be a piece of cake to carry the guy on his back or by the scruff or something, right? It'd be faster than making them walk if they collapsed. .. Should the feline try to get up, though, Jim would definitely assist where he could.
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