01-05-2019, 11:19 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]If Ambroise's job were different, he might have had a similar scale. There was no giving- not like how those were "free" gave pain. He took it, either when they were all drunk off their ass and wanted some entertainment, or when they got into trouble over their heads and he had to keep their wounds from killing them. They could handle the pain, most of the time. It was usually when he pulled a warm rag over the wounds left by intoxicated teeth on those who wore collars that he wanted to take that pain, even though they, also, were fully capable of handling it. Ambroise would say they were better at it than the raiders were, because the slaves had to be durable in a way the raiders did not. Because they were not free to feel it.
All in all, regardless of what other people thought of him, Ambroise preferred to take and curb the pain. Physical pain, at least. That was all he'd ever known, but he also knew too well how capable he was of inflicting it, how easily death could come to his claws when he didn't control himself. He'd made a promise to Mila's corpse that it would be the last time, that he could be more than what he was made to be.
Promises to dead women were easy to keep, with her shadow over his shoulder.
Let everyone here think he was an asshole -he was- that he didn't give a shit. Most of them left him alone, except for Orpheus, who hadn't learned just yet, and so he was glad to keep to himself, to avoid all of it. He considered leaving, to finally give in and retreat to the mountains, cold be damned. He could play a hermit easily.
Couldn't desert a kid to die by fire, though. Ambroise wasn't that far gone, not so tainted by his life in that alleyway to lose all sense of compassion. He could never tell whether that was his fortune or not.
No more thinking. Ambroise sprang forward, gaze following the chain, which stretched up to a branch. He wouldn't be able to take it into his mouth, unless he wanted to burn through his tongue- he didn't. The lion instead put himself between the child and the tree, wrapping himself in the length of chain free, gritting his teeth through the searing burn. And then he pulled, hard. And kept pulling, a growl low in his throat, the branch weakened by the fire but still holding solid.
Ambroise wasn't going to lose to a branch- he wasn't going to let a child die because of a damn tree. So he threw more of his weight into it, carved his paws through the dirt, until there was a deafening crack he felt in his bones. The lion staggered backwards, the chain falling from his shoulders, but he would take care of them later. The child was in danger of smoke inhalation and severe burns.
"Can you hear me, kid? Could you might walk?"
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All in all, regardless of what other people thought of him, Ambroise preferred to take and curb the pain. Physical pain, at least. That was all he'd ever known, but he also knew too well how capable he was of inflicting it, how easily death could come to his claws when he didn't control himself. He'd made a promise to Mila's corpse that it would be the last time, that he could be more than what he was made to be.
Promises to dead women were easy to keep, with her shadow over his shoulder.
Let everyone here think he was an asshole -he was- that he didn't give a shit. Most of them left him alone, except for Orpheus, who hadn't learned just yet, and so he was glad to keep to himself, to avoid all of it. He considered leaving, to finally give in and retreat to the mountains, cold be damned. He could play a hermit easily.
Couldn't desert a kid to die by fire, though. Ambroise wasn't that far gone, not so tainted by his life in that alleyway to lose all sense of compassion. He could never tell whether that was his fortune or not.
No more thinking. Ambroise sprang forward, gaze following the chain, which stretched up to a branch. He wouldn't be able to take it into his mouth, unless he wanted to burn through his tongue- he didn't. The lion instead put himself between the child and the tree, wrapping himself in the length of chain free, gritting his teeth through the searing burn. And then he pulled, hard. And kept pulling, a growl low in his throat, the branch weakened by the fire but still holding solid.
Ambroise wasn't going to lose to a branch- he wasn't going to let a child die because of a damn tree. So he threw more of his weight into it, carved his paws through the dirt, until there was a deafening crack he felt in his bones. The lion staggered backwards, the chain falling from his shoulders, but he would take care of them later. The child was in danger of smoke inhalation and severe burns.
"Can you hear me, kid? Could you might walk?"
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1;"]there is no such thing as a dawn or a dusk — it's daylight until it is night; and there is no such thing as a dying man — we are alive 'til the moment we are dead