09-02-2019, 07:52 PM
The rustling from afar had never occurred to him as something he should check out. In fact, it seemed almost normal. Some animal could be out tending to their herbs or digging a place to keep their things, but what was truly happening was far from the usual. Perseus only happened to ignore it for awhile. Until the bickering started.
Blood's familiar twang, yet subtle, rushed through his sensitive nostrils. His ears perked, turning to the sky. 'Knock it off!' came Wormwood's shrill scream. The German Shepard moved to his feet with his head swerving in the direction of the sound. Within moments, he was off. Though he stumbled as he navigated blindly through the darkness with nothing but the four senses he had left, Perseus eventually found himself at the scene with what support he could offer. What laid in front of him was atrocious.
From Leroy's bitching to Wormwood's spiteful words, there seemed to be nothing but calamity here. Quite simply, he decided to tune them out. The only words he would offer were: "Man up and help Selby out," he barked, "You two chatterboxes aren't contributing whatsoever." Clouded eyes offered them a cruel glare, hoping they'd get his message. After all, they both dearly cared for Selby. Couldn't they see that they were on the same side? Fighting about who cared more about Selby wasn't going to solve any of the problems.
Through Selby's muttering, the canine wandered in front of them and sat down. Perseus listened to their words silently, debating on how he should approach the problem. Deciding, he moved his head forward. In a moment of silence, he'd attempt to slip his head onto Selby's shoulder and press against his neck.
For what Perseus could not offer in words, his actions would speak volumes. 'It's not your fault,' the movement practically whispered. 'It'll be okay.' His actions were supposed to provide comfort, perhaps even a bit of estranged empathy from Perseus. He'd stay there for awhile if successful. After all, he was giving himself up to be a shoulder to cry on... Even if Shelby didn't want that. In these trying times, he was unsure of what to do. Truly, it was all Perseus could provide besides wisdom based on his past experience.
Staying still and not pulling away, Perseus listened intensely to Wormwood's suggestion for medical attention. Now he was thinking. Seeing that the others were not here, presumably preoccupied, the canine spoke up. "I'll do it." A paw maneuvered towards the two, offering a flick of his wrist. "Someone grab me dock-" To soothe the scratches. "-honey-" Dealing with Selby's scratchy throat after all of the emotional straining pleading. "-and bandages if you will." Those were for Selby's general wounds. As for the mouth, he'd figure that out as he went along. He couldn't see that currently.
Blood's familiar twang, yet subtle, rushed through his sensitive nostrils. His ears perked, turning to the sky. 'Knock it off!' came Wormwood's shrill scream. The German Shepard moved to his feet with his head swerving in the direction of the sound. Within moments, he was off. Though he stumbled as he navigated blindly through the darkness with nothing but the four senses he had left, Perseus eventually found himself at the scene with what support he could offer. What laid in front of him was atrocious.
From Leroy's bitching to Wormwood's spiteful words, there seemed to be nothing but calamity here. Quite simply, he decided to tune them out. The only words he would offer were: "Man up and help Selby out," he barked, "You two chatterboxes aren't contributing whatsoever." Clouded eyes offered them a cruel glare, hoping they'd get his message. After all, they both dearly cared for Selby. Couldn't they see that they were on the same side? Fighting about who cared more about Selby wasn't going to solve any of the problems.
Through Selby's muttering, the canine wandered in front of them and sat down. Perseus listened to their words silently, debating on how he should approach the problem. Deciding, he moved his head forward. In a moment of silence, he'd attempt to slip his head onto Selby's shoulder and press against his neck.
For what Perseus could not offer in words, his actions would speak volumes. 'It's not your fault,' the movement practically whispered. 'It'll be okay.' His actions were supposed to provide comfort, perhaps even a bit of estranged empathy from Perseus. He'd stay there for awhile if successful. After all, he was giving himself up to be a shoulder to cry on... Even if Shelby didn't want that. In these trying times, he was unsure of what to do. Truly, it was all Perseus could provide besides wisdom based on his past experience.
Staying still and not pulling away, Perseus listened intensely to Wormwood's suggestion for medical attention. Now he was thinking. Seeing that the others were not here, presumably preoccupied, the canine spoke up. "I'll do it." A paw maneuvered towards the two, offering a flick of his wrist. "Someone grab me dock-" To soothe the scratches. "-honey-" Dealing with Selby's scratchy throat after all of the emotional straining pleading. "-and bandages if you will." Those were for Selby's general wounds. As for the mouth, he'd figure that out as he went along. He couldn't see that currently.
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