11-11-2019, 01:23 AM
idyllfields
stars did fall
the events of the battle had seemed to follow idyllfields well after its results. kydobi's threat, eclipse appearing, selby's attack, their... their own taste of battle with roy.
bandages still wrapped firmly around the sage's face though the chance of infection were low. idyll couldn't bear exposing their imperfect, scarred features. yet even though a majority of their crewmates bore their own wears of war, it came harder on the coyote. they weren't used to such carnage. especially inflicted upon themselves.
taking a stroll to collect what part of their stock, idyll conveniently came close to alas and hush, hearing the cats raspy, unused voice from a not-so-far distance. they rushed through the tangles of the jungle and into the beach, holding their breath as the salty spray of the ocean lashed at their face. there was a... a body. idyll wouldn't be surprised if it was already dead...
"okay, okay..." they took a deep breath, marching through the sand and remaining their focus on alas. they have never repaired the body of a bird before, but they couldn't imagine the anatomy much different from their own. "do not move it, i need to assess injuries before we can transport. hush, can you prepare some sort of gurney? i believe our friends just a tad too large for me to safely carry on my back."
they gently placed a paw over the birds throat, feeling the faintest of a pulse. the sand barely moved around its mouth, breathing was shallow. they dug out of their bag some damp cloths and began to clean the sand and muck from his wounds, clearing them for wrapping and securing until they could get him somewhere safer.
bandages still wrapped firmly around the sage's face though the chance of infection were low. idyll couldn't bear exposing their imperfect, scarred features. yet even though a majority of their crewmates bore their own wears of war, it came harder on the coyote. they weren't used to such carnage. especially inflicted upon themselves.
taking a stroll to collect what part of their stock, idyll conveniently came close to alas and hush, hearing the cats raspy, unused voice from a not-so-far distance. they rushed through the tangles of the jungle and into the beach, holding their breath as the salty spray of the ocean lashed at their face. there was a... a body. idyll wouldn't be surprised if it was already dead...
"okay, okay..." they took a deep breath, marching through the sand and remaining their focus on alas. they have never repaired the body of a bird before, but they couldn't imagine the anatomy much different from their own. "do not move it, i need to assess injuries before we can transport. hush, can you prepare some sort of gurney? i believe our friends just a tad too large for me to safely carry on my back."
they gently placed a paw over the birds throat, feeling the faintest of a pulse. the sand barely moved around its mouth, breathing was shallow. they dug out of their bag some damp cloths and began to clean the sand and muck from his wounds, clearing them for wrapping and securing until they could get him somewhere safer.
holding hands, making light .
they/them — typhoon — eastern coyote