02-16-2020, 03:32 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]The smoky scent of charred wood had become synonymous, these days, with something far less different from raging housefires. He associated the burn of firewood with Snarl's pelt, and in turn, that same night he'd thrown himself before her and took a near-fatal blow. Now, with a blaze rising from the heart of town, he felt his heart quicken and the slow-healing wound in his throat ache dully.
He can't run - can barely breathe, these days, without irritating his lightning-burned larynx and throwing himself into deep, heaving coughs. By the time he's made his way across town, towards the flickers of light that sent plumes of smoke into the evening sky, the fire appears mostly contained. A few clanmates bustle about, throwing water through the windows, rousing their peers with powers to manage the flames. However, all that seems to remain are the caving bones of the house and its surviving inhabitant, choking on laughter in a panic. Aurum seems to have everything more or less under control - of course he does.
The smell of charcoal still twists like a knife in his chest - the wound, both metaphorical and literal, is still rather fresh. "Hey! Over here," Kaz motions both Aurum and Kaito to step back from the house, its structure still smoldering. It could collapse at any moment. "We need Selby to check for any smoke damage or burns." The chaser can't really shout, not like this, but he looks to Aurum for some kind of agreement. At the very least, Aurum could call a medic over for them. Focusing his attention on Kaito, the cheetah prompts carefully, "...Do you know what caused the fire? Lit candles, flammables, anything?"
He can't run - can barely breathe, these days, without irritating his lightning-burned larynx and throwing himself into deep, heaving coughs. By the time he's made his way across town, towards the flickers of light that sent plumes of smoke into the evening sky, the fire appears mostly contained. A few clanmates bustle about, throwing water through the windows, rousing their peers with powers to manage the flames. However, all that seems to remain are the caving bones of the house and its surviving inhabitant, choking on laughter in a panic. Aurum seems to have everything more or less under control - of course he does.
The smell of charcoal still twists like a knife in his chest - the wound, both metaphorical and literal, is still rather fresh. "Hey! Over here," Kaz motions both Aurum and Kaito to step back from the house, its structure still smoldering. It could collapse at any moment. "We need Selby to check for any smoke damage or burns." The chaser can't really shout, not like this, but he looks to Aurum for some kind of agreement. At the very least, Aurum could call a medic over for them. Focusing his attention on Kaito, the cheetah prompts carefully, "...Do you know what caused the fire? Lit candles, flammables, anything?"
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NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG
NERVOUS, LIKE A BAD DOG