SHE SPLUTTERS PISTOL SHOTS / injured

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t͘he͞ ̀ty͟pho҉on/t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | sawbone —

The bells ring.  Or clang.  The sound, abrupt and sudden halts the shaky white paws of one constantly in-between the swamp and island.  A pair of unmatched hues flash in surprise, alarmed.  She'd never heard the bells slammed into like that.  The urgency lulls her back into quick movement, trot turning into a full sprint.

She skids to a wild stop, nearly flinging herself into the water when she arrived on the scene.  The metallic scent invades her senses first.  Blood.  Hurt.  Someone's hurt.  The sight registers next.  Goldie's hurt.  Her chest tightens.  A ̴ch̷a͝n͝çé.

"…"  Goldie. The vixen recklessly, a ̴ch̷a͝n͝çé, jumps into the water.  Terribly small, still terribly weak, she realizes a second later she may have made a mistake.  Her body, hardly recovered from her time locked in the Pitt's cells, could only move so well in the water, but they were so damn close to the island. She just had to pull her ashore.  The rest came after.

There's blood in the water.  Suvi bites the inside of her cheek as she pushes herself against the golden tigress, too determined to stop now, desperately aware her body could disappear on her any second.  It's adrenaline carrying her, but she focuses, trying to gently push the captain ashore, where she'd slump to herself, chest heaving.

"… G-goldie…?" Whether or not the captain answers, she shoves herself to her paws, legs trembling.  Her flattened ears seem to disappear, losing corporality as she attempts to steady herself.  Her wings are a little torn... Scratches... Her neck.  Her neck.

Suvi shakes her head, lips moving without sound.  Mind on overdrive.  Her blood seems to tingle with electricity.  Stay or go?  She had nothing on her.  She couldn't summon herbs.  She needed to stop the bleeding.  What I'm not fast enough?  What if I can't find any? Where did she look?  This wasn't Tanglewood, she didn't know where the stores were.

Did she search for the sage?  Same questions.  Same problems.  Her stomach twists, all somersaults and knots.  In the end she spots a familiar black figure in the trees, setting her thoughts into a straight line.  "F-Fiachra!"

The raven flutters to her side but she sends him away almost the second he begins to land, barking sharp orders, "my med bag, Fia, now."  Perceptive to the fox's desperation, he offered none of his usual complaints, taking off like a bat out of hell.  "A-and make some noise!"

Now she stumbled back to the captain, breathing out ruggedly.  Without her supplies she can only apply pressure to the wound, but that was better than nothing, especially with such a vital place as the neck.

Fiachra would be loud as a raven could possibly be while flying to Raziel's treehouse, the place Suvi kept her little med bag, ideally alerting everyone of an emergency situation.  Hopefully someone would follow the bird back to the gate and help the vixen with her bleeding charge.

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —