02-01-2020, 01:12 PM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Even as the fighting died down and people began to race over to tend to Miller, Aurum's entire body was still on high alert. His fur was pricked up, his back tensed and his fangs eager to be bared to put anyone in their place that was looking to continue the conflict. His mind still screeched loudly at him, loud enough to drive his ears flat down against his skull, hurt, hurt! Keep them safe, keep them safe! His brain chanted repeatedly at him, before eventually he was allowed to relax, when Vathmos's eyes returned to their regular color, and the hyena was moving backwards, pressed against the ground and looking submissive and guilty. He absolutely hated pulling rank, and he also hated raising his voice into that howling, terrifying roar that he knew he could do when he tried hard enough, but Moth was right. They were in the dead of winter, and they shouldn't have been having petty fucking fights in the first place. Snarl was jabbering away at his ear, all hot anger and excuses, but the proxy found that he couldn't even bring himself to care that much about what she was saying. For fuck's sake, she was acting as if she hadn't done anything. As if she was just some innocent party in this whole thing. Aurum just shook his head at her, looking between Snarl and Vathmos for a moment before he rumbled, his voice hoarse from roaring, "Snarl... shut up. Both of you are in the goddamn wrong here, and you're not gonna change my opinion of that just because you yell loud enough. Both you and Vathmos are going to be punished, and you should just be thanking your lucky goddamn stars that Miller isn't dead. He wouldn't have even been injured if the two of you could act like civilized adults." His voice was harsh and exhausted, and his tail was twitching and lashing from side to side behind him, the only real sign of the rage that was still boiling over inside.
The male's eyes were trained on Miller for a moment, watching closely as both Kiira and Moth saw to treating him. Thank fuck they had good medics around here, or there was a good chance that Miller could've died from such a vicious hit. The proxy found himself wincing as he thought of his own experiences with Vathmos's rage, the bite scar in his back leg aching in response. Shaking off those unpleasant thoughts, the lion dipped his head to his sister and her fellow medic, saying softly, "You're very right that this shouldn't be happening, Moth. Thank you, both you and Kiira. We're lucky we have you around." Glancing down at Miller, Aurum could clearly see that the other wasn't in the best shape – how could he be? – but at least he wasn't dead. He was speaking, even if it was slightly sloppy and pained, his words coming out as more of a wheeze than anything close to real speaking. A sigh left Aurum that slowly pulled the rage and the adrenaline from his veins, that voice in his head quieting and being replaced with only a soft Miller is alright. Now he was filled with nothing but exhaustion, his head pounding and his body longing for rest that it would not get for at least a few more hours. He shook it off, a little grunt leaving him. Now wasn't the time to be worrying about himself. After all, this was his job. Getting back up to his feet, he said softly to Miller, unsure if the other would even know what he was saying, "I'm glee that you're alright, Miller..." He'd need to heal, yes, but this was a much better outcome than some of the alternatives.
Feza, ever the avoider of conflict, had shifted and padded over to linger near his side at some point, her eyes wide and fearful as she spoke. The proxy had no idea if she was speaking to him or just to the air in front of her – she didn't truly seem to know either – so he decided to just assume it was to him. With this in mind, he draped a wing silently over her for a moment, in a soft touch of comfort before speaking, "If any more fighting breaks out, you come and get me, alright? And if the medics need anything, help them out." What he was saying to her was technically orders, but he said it in such a soft way that it seemed more like a simple request, without any heat behind it. He didn't want Feza to think he was angry at her. Once that was done, the male stepped away from Feza, rumbling firmly, "I'm going to go find Leroy and tell him what happened here. If I hear about any more fighting going on while I'm gone? I will personally kick both your asses." He shot a warning glare at both of the hyenas present before he turned, taking a few steps before he flapped his strong wings, taking off into the air. He didn't know what Leroy would want to do with them, but he wasn't just gonna let this little event go down without consequences.
( out! )
The male's eyes were trained on Miller for a moment, watching closely as both Kiira and Moth saw to treating him. Thank fuck they had good medics around here, or there was a good chance that Miller could've died from such a vicious hit. The proxy found himself wincing as he thought of his own experiences with Vathmos's rage, the bite scar in his back leg aching in response. Shaking off those unpleasant thoughts, the lion dipped his head to his sister and her fellow medic, saying softly, "You're very right that this shouldn't be happening, Moth. Thank you, both you and Kiira. We're lucky we have you around." Glancing down at Miller, Aurum could clearly see that the other wasn't in the best shape – how could he be? – but at least he wasn't dead. He was speaking, even if it was slightly sloppy and pained, his words coming out as more of a wheeze than anything close to real speaking. A sigh left Aurum that slowly pulled the rage and the adrenaline from his veins, that voice in his head quieting and being replaced with only a soft Miller is alright. Now he was filled with nothing but exhaustion, his head pounding and his body longing for rest that it would not get for at least a few more hours. He shook it off, a little grunt leaving him. Now wasn't the time to be worrying about himself. After all, this was his job. Getting back up to his feet, he said softly to Miller, unsure if the other would even know what he was saying, "I'm glee that you're alright, Miller..." He'd need to heal, yes, but this was a much better outcome than some of the alternatives.
Feza, ever the avoider of conflict, had shifted and padded over to linger near his side at some point, her eyes wide and fearful as she spoke. The proxy had no idea if she was speaking to him or just to the air in front of her – she didn't truly seem to know either – so he decided to just assume it was to him. With this in mind, he draped a wing silently over her for a moment, in a soft touch of comfort before speaking, "If any more fighting breaks out, you come and get me, alright? And if the medics need anything, help them out." What he was saying to her was technically orders, but he said it in such a soft way that it seemed more like a simple request, without any heat behind it. He didn't want Feza to think he was angry at her. Once that was done, the male stepped away from Feza, rumbling firmly, "I'm going to go find Leroy and tell him what happened here. If I hear about any more fighting going on while I'm gone? I will personally kick both your asses." He shot a warning glare at both of the hyenas present before he turned, taking a few steps before he flapped his strong wings, taking off into the air. He didn't know what Leroy would want to do with them, but he wasn't just gonna let this little event go down without consequences.
( out! )
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan