02-28-2020, 01:08 PM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Never had Aurum thought very much about Isaac. After all, the grim doctor had only been around briefly at the same time as the angel, and it wasn't exactly as if they had ever really actually met face to face. All information was secondhand, and there were times that the male had honestly thought he was being punked at the mention of anybody named Isaac. That wasn't to say that Aurum had anything against Isaac, really. The other hadn't really done anything to piss him off or mess with any of his friends or family, so why would he be angry? Why would he even think about the horseman for more than a moment?
The aftermath of what had happened to Sam had been... frightening. Even now, Aurum still wasn't entirely sure of the circumstances surrounding what had happened. One minute he had just been out for a walk, and the next minute he had heard frantic screaming, and his paws had been carrying him to the scene before his brain could truly catch up. He had seen the strange, supposedly feral monster that had done the damage to Sam, but he couldn't understand why it had done it. If it was feral, was it just hungry? If hadn't looked underfed. And it had been clear this wasn't the first time it had gotten in trouble, considering the myriad of scars that covered its body and the remains of weapons sunk deep into its flesh. Aurum had tried his best to assist after the incident, shoving the already in pain creature away and attempting to give Sam room, but ultimately he had been somewhat useless. He wasn't a medic, and there was no need to fight the creature anymore, so he had been forced to just watch, and wait. Eventually he had been shooed away, told to deal with the creature and everything else he needed to do with the day, needing to just put his faith in Beck and the other's that Sam was going to be okay. He had no idea what the plan had been, and certainly hadn't known that it involved Isaac, of all people.
It had been hours since the whole event had happened, and the proxy felt no less worried about Sam than he had been before. Perhaps he was a little more relaxed, but only as a matter of necessity, considering he wouldn't have been able to get anything done if he was just wandering around, jittery from anxiety. He wasn't sure what exactly had guided him towards the brook that day – perhaps he just thought that some fishing or a good bath would allow him to settle somewhat – but his large golden paws had led him there, and that was where he came upon Isaac. He blinked in bewilderment at the large bird for a moment, both because of the blood washing away from his feathered form and also just because of his mere presence. After all, it wasn't as if every day you came upon a large bird bathing himself of blood in the brook. It was a bit of an unnerving sight, to say the least, but at least this particular bird smelled of Tanglewood, and wasn't just some loner or Pittian. Lingering near the edge of the brook, Aurum sat down, allowing the tips of his paws to press up against the water lapping a the shore. Before long, he cleared his throat to announce his presence, head cocking to one side, "You... hello. You smell like Tanglewood, so you can't be that new... are you alright? Is that blood... yours?" He had little idea of Isaac's blood being a dark, tar like substance, so he just assumed the other bled red as well.
The aftermath of what had happened to Sam had been... frightening. Even now, Aurum still wasn't entirely sure of the circumstances surrounding what had happened. One minute he had just been out for a walk, and the next minute he had heard frantic screaming, and his paws had been carrying him to the scene before his brain could truly catch up. He had seen the strange, supposedly feral monster that had done the damage to Sam, but he couldn't understand why it had done it. If it was feral, was it just hungry? If hadn't looked underfed. And it had been clear this wasn't the first time it had gotten in trouble, considering the myriad of scars that covered its body and the remains of weapons sunk deep into its flesh. Aurum had tried his best to assist after the incident, shoving the already in pain creature away and attempting to give Sam room, but ultimately he had been somewhat useless. He wasn't a medic, and there was no need to fight the creature anymore, so he had been forced to just watch, and wait. Eventually he had been shooed away, told to deal with the creature and everything else he needed to do with the day, needing to just put his faith in Beck and the other's that Sam was going to be okay. He had no idea what the plan had been, and certainly hadn't known that it involved Isaac, of all people.
It had been hours since the whole event had happened, and the proxy felt no less worried about Sam than he had been before. Perhaps he was a little more relaxed, but only as a matter of necessity, considering he wouldn't have been able to get anything done if he was just wandering around, jittery from anxiety. He wasn't sure what exactly had guided him towards the brook that day – perhaps he just thought that some fishing or a good bath would allow him to settle somewhat – but his large golden paws had led him there, and that was where he came upon Isaac. He blinked in bewilderment at the large bird for a moment, both because of the blood washing away from his feathered form and also just because of his mere presence. After all, it wasn't as if every day you came upon a large bird bathing himself of blood in the brook. It was a bit of an unnerving sight, to say the least, but at least this particular bird smelled of Tanglewood, and wasn't just some loner or Pittian. Lingering near the edge of the brook, Aurum sat down, allowing the tips of his paws to press up against the water lapping a the shore. Before long, he cleared his throat to announce his presence, head cocking to one side, "You... hello. You smell like Tanglewood, so you can't be that new... are you alright? Is that blood... yours?" He had little idea of Isaac's blood being a dark, tar like substance, so he just assumed the other bled red as well.
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan