04-20-2018, 10:55 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]Amaranth should have expected Kunta's appearance, but she found herself wishing to shrink with fear as he arose, glaring at her as he woke from his slumber. She stumbled back, about ready to run, when she noticed the stains of red across his body and on the tiger pelt on his back. He was... injured?
"Wait, you're injured, let me-" her concerned voice cut short as the jaguar collapsed again, and realizing what was going on, she rushed to his side - and swore under her breath, remembering her trailer - along with Khepri and her herbs - were outside. She didn't have anything out there for bleeding, however, and Amaranth glanced around, noticing the tattered curtains over the windows.
Dashing over, she snagged and tore the curtain from the holdings, before rushing back to Kunta, glancing over him before deciding on one of the deeper wounds, wrapping the torn fabric around it and binding it tight. Using another piece of fabric to damp on his soaking fur, she looked over him twice - he was quite handsome, but all those scars probably hurt a lot. She felt a sting of sympathy for him - but she wouldn't speak on it. Instead she ran back outside, pulling in her trolley with her plants, and as she did, Khepri jumped out to peer at Kunta inquisitively.
"Speech,"
"Wait, you're injured, let me-" her concerned voice cut short as the jaguar collapsed again, and realizing what was going on, she rushed to his side - and swore under her breath, remembering her trailer - along with Khepri and her herbs - were outside. She didn't have anything out there for bleeding, however, and Amaranth glanced around, noticing the tattered curtains over the windows.
Dashing over, she snagged and tore the curtain from the holdings, before rushing back to Kunta, glancing over him before deciding on one of the deeper wounds, wrapping the torn fabric around it and binding it tight. Using another piece of fabric to damp on his soaking fur, she looked over him twice - he was quite handsome, but all those scars probably hurt a lot. She felt a sting of sympathy for him - but she wouldn't speak on it. Instead she ran back outside, pulling in her trolley with her plants, and as she did, Khepri jumped out to peer at Kunta inquisitively.
"Speech,"
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