11-11-2020, 02:47 AM
Number Nine hadn't gotten the chance to learn much about Medusa, at least not yet. To him, she had seemed pretty damn reclusive, and he couldn't say that he blamed or resented her for it. After all, he and Lewis had lived on their own out in the middle of the uncharted lands for ages before he had arrived here. He'd be a pretty big hypocrite if he went so far as to call anyone a hermit. Despite this, the hybrid certainly hadn't seemed like a bad person, st least from afar. She seemed kind and motherly, and it was obvious that she helped out, considering the fact that she was a senior warrior. Basically, if the clan as a whole trusted Medusa, then Nine trusted her as well. Unfortunately, it didn't seem as though the bounty hunter would get his chance to meet Medusa properly, or learn much more about her. Despite thinking that there would be all the time in the world to know what made the senior warrior tick, the world had evidently decided to cut her time short.
The jaguar had just been laying casually in camp when Drifting came rushing in, long tail twitching behind him as he let his gaze move lazily upwards. He had already completed his hunting for the day, and didn't really see any reason to be in any kind of huge rush. He had noticed the scent of blood on the air, and had even heard the scream from earlier, but had figured it to just be a particularly noisy piece of prey, or perhaps an intruder. If someone was truly in trouble, they would've shouted, right? It was difficult to make alarm bells go off in Number Nine's head, since he had grown so used to the cycle of life and death that living worked off of. In this case, however, the cycle had been rather forcibly moved. Drifting's frantic words cut through the air like a knife, and Nine immediately found his ears pinning back, anxiety filling his body. Medusa was gone? She didn't seem like the type to just run off, and he was fairly sure that wasn't the type of gone that Drifting was talking about. The kid seemed pretty shaken up about it, but both Foamkit and Rhine were already racing off, no doubt going to see if what they had heard was true.
Rather than go bolting after the pair, Nine chose to deal with the poor terrified girl in camp, slowly pushing himself up to his paws. The jaguar then moved over to Drifting, sitting down and putting on his most gentle voice, "I need you to take a deep breath, alright? Rhine's gonna get to the bottom of things, I'm sure. But you look like you're just about to fall over from all the hyperventilating you're doing. Just try and breathe, okay?" There would be time to properly grieve for Medusa later, when he was in the company of others who knew her well. For now, he was just trying to be of some use, by making sure Drifting didn't collapse in on herself.
The jaguar had just been laying casually in camp when Drifting came rushing in, long tail twitching behind him as he let his gaze move lazily upwards. He had already completed his hunting for the day, and didn't really see any reason to be in any kind of huge rush. He had noticed the scent of blood on the air, and had even heard the scream from earlier, but had figured it to just be a particularly noisy piece of prey, or perhaps an intruder. If someone was truly in trouble, they would've shouted, right? It was difficult to make alarm bells go off in Number Nine's head, since he had grown so used to the cycle of life and death that living worked off of. In this case, however, the cycle had been rather forcibly moved. Drifting's frantic words cut through the air like a knife, and Nine immediately found his ears pinning back, anxiety filling his body. Medusa was gone? She didn't seem like the type to just run off, and he was fairly sure that wasn't the type of gone that Drifting was talking about. The kid seemed pretty shaken up about it, but both Foamkit and Rhine were already racing off, no doubt going to see if what they had heard was true.
Rather than go bolting after the pair, Nine chose to deal with the poor terrified girl in camp, slowly pushing himself up to his paws. The jaguar then moved over to Drifting, sitting down and putting on his most gentle voice, "I need you to take a deep breath, alright? Rhine's gonna get to the bottom of things, I'm sure. But you look like you're just about to fall over from all the hyperventilating you're doing. Just try and breathe, okay?" There would be time to properly grieve for Medusa later, when he was in the company of others who knew her well. For now, he was just trying to be of some use, by making sure Drifting didn't collapse in on herself.
HELLBENT ON MAKING YOU LOVE ME TOO
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[/td][td][div style="margin-top: -6px; margin-left: 5px; height: 75px; width: 250px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px;"]NUMBER NINE is a MALE JAGUAR with HE/HIM pronouns. he is a WARRIOR of PALMCLAN and is 52 months old. he is a BOUNTY HUNTER and is married to LEWIS. he has NO POWERS but is HIGHLY TRAINED. he is physically HARD and mentally MEDIUM. attack in #a97579. played by STILLY.[/td][/tr][/table]