09-14-2019, 05:56 PM
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O e n o m e l . n.
He steps into a place of blood and anger. Wariness envelopes the prince the second the salty tang in the air hit him. Concern for everyone before him flashes in his eyes, mind racing to keep up with the events unfolding. Torren feels discombobulated on the matter, searching for a quick answer to his own emotional response to the issue -- an injured clanmate, an injured enemy. Yet in no world did he ever consider death a viable punishment save for the most vile of acts; death is what he believes half of Tanglewood wishes upon their enemy, the ones he heard called the Pitt.
The wildcat watches Kamara and Kiira intently, regarding the both with some measure of awe and respect. Kiira was imprisoned by this group yet she wants to help...? The Pittian bore immense injuries though and Torren began considering the idea he may not have asked for the life he lived in. It was certainly not an excuse for going after Moth, yet he hardly deserved nearly dying.
Something the fox said pierced him, catching him off-guard. 'Only resulted to violence after...' He hadn't heard any details of her imprisonment but he suddenly wondered if someone hurt her because of something Tanglewood did. And she feels betrayed because of it. He wondered if she told anyone the details; she seemed such a quiet and lonely soul at times.
Torren breathes out softly, ears perking as Moth came to, rightfully shaken up. He offered her a small, reassuring smile before padding towards Kiira's side. Her legs are shaking. "Would you let me help you?" Moth had the other medic's attention, correctly so, and he'd already requested Delilah's assistance. They had enough healers to take care of all of the injured, he thinks, glancing at Selby with flattened ears.
"I'm afraid I only know the basics of first aid, but I'm here. I want to be an extra set of paws." An unpopular choice indeed, but no one has to die. When someone suffered immense injury and blood loss, every second counted, he knew that much. Besides, helping an enemy may result in some benefit later -- strategically. Only, the young royal suspected few thought of that in the matter, since emotions seemed at high and medical action the most important first step for the time.
He steps into a place of blood and anger. Wariness envelopes the prince the second the salty tang in the air hit him. Concern for everyone before him flashes in his eyes, mind racing to keep up with the events unfolding. Torren feels discombobulated on the matter, searching for a quick answer to his own emotional response to the issue -- an injured clanmate, an injured enemy. Yet in no world did he ever consider death a viable punishment save for the most vile of acts; death is what he believes half of Tanglewood wishes upon their enemy, the ones he heard called the Pitt.
The wildcat watches Kamara and Kiira intently, regarding the both with some measure of awe and respect. Kiira was imprisoned by this group yet she wants to help...? The Pittian bore immense injuries though and Torren began considering the idea he may not have asked for the life he lived in. It was certainly not an excuse for going after Moth, yet he hardly deserved nearly dying.
Something the fox said pierced him, catching him off-guard. 'Only resulted to violence after...' He hadn't heard any details of her imprisonment but he suddenly wondered if someone hurt her because of something Tanglewood did. And she feels betrayed because of it. He wondered if she told anyone the details; she seemed such a quiet and lonely soul at times.
Torren breathes out softly, ears perking as Moth came to, rightfully shaken up. He offered her a small, reassuring smile before padding towards Kiira's side. Her legs are shaking. "Would you let me help you?" Moth had the other medic's attention, correctly so, and he'd already requested Delilah's assistance. They had enough healers to take care of all of the injured, he thinks, glancing at Selby with flattened ears.
"I'm afraid I only know the basics of first aid, but I'm here. I want to be an extra set of paws." An unpopular choice indeed, but no one has to die. When someone suffered immense injury and blood loss, every second counted, he knew that much. Besides, helping an enemy may result in some benefit later -- strategically. Only, the young royal suspected few thought of that in the matter, since emotions seemed at high and medical action the most important first step for the time.
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