02-11-2021, 05:25 PM
Home. A conflicting thought. Atticus' mind couldn't help but wonder as he walked along Tanglewood's border, teeth gritting together in frustration. His thoughts wandered as he paced along. His golden eyes settled out on the horizon, briefly looking towards the direction where The Pitt was. A silhouette lined the aqua sky. Puzzled, the canine continued to walk along the border and go closer towards the stranger's direct destination.
As he grew closer, the stench of blood hit his nostrils. Inclined to give the benefit of the doubt towards a presumed member of his home, he crept closer with paws quickly traversing through the swamp, only to arrive when they crossed the border. To his surprise familiar face collapsed before his eyes. Blood stained the trunk before him and a pool of crimson began to seep from her, causing a growl to leave the frustrated canine. Before kneeling down to her side, his eyes darted around him. No one else was around yet.
A snort left him. This seemed to be his responsibility now. With a paw, he attempted to lift up the feline's head, seeing if she was conscious. Atticus, disappointed by the results, returned her head to the trunk and elevated it properly. (She didn't need to choke on her own vomit.) He pulled away and observed the rest of her body, noting the other various bleeding wounds. His gaze stabilized onto her back leg. Despite her mysterious unconsciousness, that seemed to be what was causing the most issues. Blood loss? Exhaustion? He didn't know. Nevertheless, something had to be done.
Atticus reached towards his necklace with a hesitant paw, rotating the clasp to the front and unhooking it properly. One successful, he lifted her leg upwards with his free paw and proceeded to slide his necklace underneath then around. The canine tugged tight on one end. Finding success, he used his claws to tie it into a knot as a makeshift tourniquet, subtly noting he'd need to wash it later.
With Moth's expertise and passed on knowledge leading him, the Pittian did what he could. He was at a loss for the rest and only tried to press down on her front leg, exuding pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding. Unable to do more, Atticus decided to call out. "HEY!" came his deep shout. "WE'VE GOT AN ISSUE OVER HERE."
//powerplay granted by Rhosmarie
As he grew closer, the stench of blood hit his nostrils. Inclined to give the benefit of the doubt towards a presumed member of his home, he crept closer with paws quickly traversing through the swamp, only to arrive when they crossed the border. To his surprise familiar face collapsed before his eyes. Blood stained the trunk before him and a pool of crimson began to seep from her, causing a growl to leave the frustrated canine. Before kneeling down to her side, his eyes darted around him. No one else was around yet.
A snort left him. This seemed to be his responsibility now. With a paw, he attempted to lift up the feline's head, seeing if she was conscious. Atticus, disappointed by the results, returned her head to the trunk and elevated it properly. (She didn't need to choke on her own vomit.) He pulled away and observed the rest of her body, noting the other various bleeding wounds. His gaze stabilized onto her back leg. Despite her mysterious unconsciousness, that seemed to be what was causing the most issues. Blood loss? Exhaustion? He didn't know. Nevertheless, something had to be done.
Atticus reached towards his necklace with a hesitant paw, rotating the clasp to the front and unhooking it properly. One successful, he lifted her leg upwards with his free paw and proceeded to slide his necklace underneath then around. The canine tugged tight on one end. Finding success, he used his claws to tie it into a knot as a makeshift tourniquet, subtly noting he'd need to wash it later.
With Moth's expertise and passed on knowledge leading him, the Pittian did what he could. He was at a loss for the rest and only tried to press down on her front leg, exuding pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding. Unable to do more, Atticus decided to call out. "HEY!" came his deep shout. "WE'VE GOT AN ISSUE OVER HERE."
//powerplay granted by Rhosmarie
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