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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢, t̶h̨e̵ ҉ty͝p̵ho͞on͞ | medic —

Perhaps fate felt merciful.  The petite vixen arrived on scene later, allowing others to first respond where she may have... Frozen.  For the scent of blood, mixing with the Pitt brought her to a nearly paralyzed halt.  Voices overlapping.  Barely registering.  Something hurt and angry and pained flashed in her unmatched hues, something broken from her time simply left in confinement.  The Pitt's hands.

Yet the anger dissipated suddenly, like a soft breeze.  Kamara perhaps.  But very quietly, words tumbled out of her mouth, a whirlwind of broken feelings. "I-I remember... Kinder faces i-in the Pitt." For four moons she lingered in a cell.  Alone.  Malnourished.  Dehydrated.  Yet someone had snuck her provisions on occasion.  She felt... Certain it was the same fox who burned her later, with a strike of lightning, yet he had done it.

"An' children... M-my cousin..." Strange thoughts.  Kiira possessed no family.  She remembered no family.  But I'm Suvi too and my cousin is... Aine.  Right.  "M-My uncle..." A sharp memory.  A sudden fire in her heart, rage unfurling wide wings.  "G-Gael only re-resulted to violence [i]after T-Tanglewood did![/i]"  '... to send a message...'  "A-all this violence... J-just fuels this st-stupid cycle."

Only after did she hear of the fire, but she saw the aftermath of it.  Whenever she followed Embry, the kind or not kind fox, she saw the charred ashes left in the blaze's wake.  T͝h̴̕e͜ỳ̢ ̶d͏ì͞d͞͞ń̨'t ̷̢c͟ar̀e̶҉ ̴abò̢͜u̴̴t ͠m҉e̵.

Her eyes brim, vision blurring.  "I-if you stoop..." She fumbled, digging her claws into the ground.  Her tail disappears behind her.  Unnoticed.  "I-if we stoop... T-to that level... Then we're just as bad as them."

Well.  She didn't know what Crow would decide to do with the boy, but she was beginning to feel shaky.  The look in Wormwood's eyes... Reminded her of the righteous rage in Gael's.  All of her legs seemed to tremble, barely withstanding her weight.  Why did everyone result to violence?  Wouldn't it have been enough to simply rescue Moth without nearly killing someone?

She tries to focus on something.  The Pittian of all things.  "… S-someone in the Pitt... Helped me... A-as I was growing ill." Embry, his name was Embry.  "An' I-I'm not letting so-someone die on m-my watch, ally or en-enemy."

"…" Ẁ͢h̴y ̷͢bo͘͟͠th͘e͜r͢?͟  Chewing the inside of her cheek, the fae crept closer to the unconscious Pittian, eyes dark as she examined his state.  This is really bad.  Her stomach felt all kinds of twisted.  Marigold... Aloe vera maybe... The former would help both the burns and bleeding.  "… L-let me work on him." Almost a demand, more than a request.  No one dies today.

[ [member=5538]romanempire[/member] ; can kiira help him? ]

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