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She was surrounded by violent-minded individuals and she was tired. She didn’t understand. When someone upset her, she walked away. She didn’t want to lash out. She didn’t want to hurt anyone. No matter what they did or said to her. Words were not worth claws.
The petite vixen saw the bonfire. Tasted smoke. A nice, warm fire. But she didn’t move towards it. The idea of surrounding herself with anyone most days... Unnerved her. They didn’t notice her absence and she didn’t mind the quiet... That much. Besides, feeling sorry for herself got her nowhere. A nice book... Might teach her something or make her actually smile.
The medic felt her ear flick at raised voices. She’d only been taking a quick walk. Enjoying some air. When Aurum's voice rang out with more intensity and alarm she faltered. One of her ears disappeared entirely. A cry for the other medics meant someone was injured.
"Fiachra!" She barked out sharply, body tense. The raven answered her call with a resounding 'caw', telling her he was on her tail as she began to race to the place the bonfire had been. The scent of blood reached her nose immediately, her unmatched hues locking on Miller without a second thought. The others didn't matter.
She could care less about whatever argument had taken place. Less about insensitive words. A tribemate was injured with only other tribemates around and a part of her brain registers there is blood on Vathmos' mouth. Miller's. Miller is the only thing that matters in this time and place. Any rage or fear or despair or disappointment she may have felt towards the others disappeared in the firm concentration of I have to stop the bleeding.
Quietly, her raven companion drops her medkit gently at her paws, which she immediately begins digging through with swift efficiency. She quickly removes bandages and her vials of horsetail poultice.
With a wary gaze directed towards everyone else, Kiira is moving up to Miller, to sit beside him. "Miller. Hey... Stay with me, 'kay?" She murmurs gently. She knows she has to work quickly. An injury at the neck... Could kill. She steadily applies the poultice first, then begins working with the bandages, applying careful pressure over the wounds as she did so. "'s gonna be fine."
[/td][/tr][/table]The petite vixen saw the bonfire. Tasted smoke. A nice, warm fire. But she didn’t move towards it. The idea of surrounding herself with anyone most days... Unnerved her. They didn’t notice her absence and she didn’t mind the quiet... That much. Besides, feeling sorry for herself got her nowhere. A nice book... Might teach her something or make her actually smile.
The medic felt her ear flick at raised voices. She’d only been taking a quick walk. Enjoying some air. When Aurum's voice rang out with more intensity and alarm she faltered. One of her ears disappeared entirely. A cry for the other medics meant someone was injured.
"Fiachra!" She barked out sharply, body tense. The raven answered her call with a resounding 'caw', telling her he was on her tail as she began to race to the place the bonfire had been. The scent of blood reached her nose immediately, her unmatched hues locking on Miller without a second thought. The others didn't matter.
She could care less about whatever argument had taken place. Less about insensitive words. A tribemate was injured with only other tribemates around and a part of her brain registers there is blood on Vathmos' mouth. Miller's. Miller is the only thing that matters in this time and place. Any rage or fear or despair or disappointment she may have felt towards the others disappeared in the firm concentration of I have to stop the bleeding.
Quietly, her raven companion drops her medkit gently at her paws, which she immediately begins digging through with swift efficiency. She quickly removes bandages and her vials of horsetail poultice.
With a wary gaze directed towards everyone else, Kiira is moving up to Miller, to sit beside him. "Miller. Hey... Stay with me, 'kay?" She murmurs gently. She knows she has to work quickly. An injury at the neck... Could kill. She steadily applies the poultice first, then begins working with the bandages, applying careful pressure over the wounds as she did so. "'s gonna be fine."
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