09-06-2019, 11:45 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Ever since Selby had grief-strickenly hurt himself, Moth had felt as though there was something more that she needed to do to help out around the group, thinking that her mentor couldn't be the only one to deal with certain things around Tanglewood, though she wasn't ever too sure of what, exactly, she could do to help out. It wasn't until she had been told by Crow during the meeting that she was promoted to that of Medic that she had figured out what she could do to help out - do her job. Now that Selby was injured - though not horribly so - Moth had decided to try and help him with the load of things that he had to do. Taking care of Sam and Beck were not easy tasks, especially due to the torture that they had both endured. But while Sam was in the vicinity of the two, Beck stayed at his boat house for the most part, so in order to give Selby a break, Moth had decided that today would be the day she would go to the boat house to see how Beck's wounds were, see if he needed anything for the pain. They should be easy enough tasks for the young leopard, seeing as with the way wounds worked for the male, they tended to heal themselves easily compared to that of the living, and if she needed help the female would make sure she would be quick to find Selby to have him check to see what she needed to do, though she hoped that wouldn't be the case.
Satchel around her back, the winged feline made her way to the boat house, wings spread open and curved in such a way that she and her satchel of herbs were protected - from the most part - from the storm that raged on. Finally making it to the dwelling Beck called home, Moth sensed something was off though she couldn't put her paw on it. The smell of blood was something she had not been expecting when she had reached there, especially with the time that it had been since Beck had been in the Pitt, and it caused her heart to skip a beat for a moment. Calming herself down as she made her way to the door of the boathouse - he could have just opened his wounds in his sleep, it'd be fine she told herself - Moth would open up the door, ears suddenly pinning to her head as she noticed the state of the place, and the most important part - the lack of the patient.
Quickly making her way inside, the female would quickly look over the mirror, the scent and sight of blood causing her heart to once more skip. "Beck!" She would call out quickly, loud enough for the male to hear if he had happened to be in the boat house, though upon hearing nothing from the child-aged poltergeist, she would make her way outside once more, the second she did so water soaking into her fur, satchel sticking to her back, and she knew that everything inside would be wet. She just hoped that it would still be usable if she found Beck. From the amount of blood and glass that was inside of his boathouse, she could only assume that he'd need bandages at the least.
Looking around, the female almost missed the trail that the male had left behind him in his wake. Had it not been for the bandages that had been caught on the branches she would not have seen where he had gone, Beck's blood blending in with the darkness that the storm was causing and washing it away.
Following the trail, she would come to a stop at the side of the crater, eyes scanning the area before her, before she, too, noticed the bright red berries that showed the telltale sign of nightshade, and, not only that, but shelter, and made her way over to it, hoping that Beck had finally slowed down enough to find shelter from the rain, and it seemed as though her hunch was correct, for when she drew near, she saw the child curled up underneath. "Beck?" Moth would speak soft enough to try and sooth the boy, though loud enough to be heard over the rain and thunder that pounded around them. She was often scared of the boy and what he could do, but she knew now was not the time for that. Now was the time for her to do her job as a medic and try to help to the best of her ability. "Beck I'm going to move you now, you can't stay under there, it's dirty and I need to check on your wounds, I know you're hurt." She could smell the blood, and she could only hope that his wounds were not as bad as they had seemed on her way here, but that was only hope, and hope didn't take you very far, especially not in cases like these.
Moth would reach under the bush carefully, using her wings to lift it enough for her to get her paws in there to pull Beck out, nose wrinkling as she touched the dirty water, head spinning with thoughts of what could go wrong, though she'd quickly shake her head to clear the thoughts before placing her paws carefully on either side of the much smaller feline and pulling him out, quickly restraining him in a way so that he couldn't harm himself anymore or escape her hold, wings still outstretched to keep the rain off of the other. "Beck you need to try and calm down so I can check things, please." She would beg, her eyes pleading with the other. "I don't want you hurt." At this point she would simply look over his wounds with her eyes, looking at the areas she could see while Beck freaked out, waiting and hoping that Selby would be here soon to help her, wishing she had brought him with her in the first place.
[[ permission to powerplay getting him out of the water and restraining him given by tricky ]]
Satchel around her back, the winged feline made her way to the boat house, wings spread open and curved in such a way that she and her satchel of herbs were protected - from the most part - from the storm that raged on. Finally making it to the dwelling Beck called home, Moth sensed something was off though she couldn't put her paw on it. The smell of blood was something she had not been expecting when she had reached there, especially with the time that it had been since Beck had been in the Pitt, and it caused her heart to skip a beat for a moment. Calming herself down as she made her way to the door of the boathouse - he could have just opened his wounds in his sleep, it'd be fine she told herself - Moth would open up the door, ears suddenly pinning to her head as she noticed the state of the place, and the most important part - the lack of the patient.
Quickly making her way inside, the female would quickly look over the mirror, the scent and sight of blood causing her heart to once more skip. "Beck!" She would call out quickly, loud enough for the male to hear if he had happened to be in the boat house, though upon hearing nothing from the child-aged poltergeist, she would make her way outside once more, the second she did so water soaking into her fur, satchel sticking to her back, and she knew that everything inside would be wet. She just hoped that it would still be usable if she found Beck. From the amount of blood and glass that was inside of his boathouse, she could only assume that he'd need bandages at the least.
Looking around, the female almost missed the trail that the male had left behind him in his wake. Had it not been for the bandages that had been caught on the branches she would not have seen where he had gone, Beck's blood blending in with the darkness that the storm was causing and washing it away.
Following the trail, she would come to a stop at the side of the crater, eyes scanning the area before her, before she, too, noticed the bright red berries that showed the telltale sign of nightshade, and, not only that, but shelter, and made her way over to it, hoping that Beck had finally slowed down enough to find shelter from the rain, and it seemed as though her hunch was correct, for when she drew near, she saw the child curled up underneath. "Beck?" Moth would speak soft enough to try and sooth the boy, though loud enough to be heard over the rain and thunder that pounded around them. She was often scared of the boy and what he could do, but she knew now was not the time for that. Now was the time for her to do her job as a medic and try to help to the best of her ability. "Beck I'm going to move you now, you can't stay under there, it's dirty and I need to check on your wounds, I know you're hurt." She could smell the blood, and she could only hope that his wounds were not as bad as they had seemed on her way here, but that was only hope, and hope didn't take you very far, especially not in cases like these.
Moth would reach under the bush carefully, using her wings to lift it enough for her to get her paws in there to pull Beck out, nose wrinkling as she touched the dirty water, head spinning with thoughts of what could go wrong, though she'd quickly shake her head to clear the thoughts before placing her paws carefully on either side of the much smaller feline and pulling him out, quickly restraining him in a way so that he couldn't harm himself anymore or escape her hold, wings still outstretched to keep the rain off of the other. "Beck you need to try and calm down so I can check things, please." She would beg, her eyes pleading with the other. "I don't want you hurt." At this point she would simply look over his wounds with her eyes, looking at the areas she could see while Beck freaked out, waiting and hoping that Selby would be here soon to help her, wishing she had brought him with her in the first place.
[[ permission to powerplay getting him out of the water and restraining him given by tricky ]]