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"They're gonna fucking pay for this."
She was seeing red the more the scent of blood choked her out, teeth grinding down against each other as her jaw clenched, nausea and animosity combining into one state of mind that was difficult to understand and explain, to put it simply. Aurum's oath of vengeance did her desire to cause absolute mayhem no favors, only agreement. A low growl erupting from deep within her throat, as animalistic as it could get. Instinct was favored over cognition.
Arrow had to think about the living arrangements Moth proposed, still caught in a disorienting wave of clashing emotional states. Her first instinct was to keep Elsweyr as close as possible, but she also realized that she was in no position to keep the woman around in such a state, and it came off as selfish to her to potentially put her at risk for the time being by making Moth have to go back and forth, not able to keep a constant watch over her. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, making a choked sound against her will when Moth confessed she didn't know when Els would wake up. Of course, part of her translated that to not knowing if she'd wake up at all. Arrow didn't know the extent of the head trauma, the lioness could be in a coma for all she knew. "Keep her with you." She instructed, ending off with a wheeze, like she'd been hit directly in the sternum. She looked over to the Reaper, eyes widened with a terrible look of dread. "Her leg isn't gonna be real fucked, is it? Moth, ya gotta tell me she ain't gonna be crippled or nothing by this."
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"They're gonna fucking pay for this."
She was seeing red the more the scent of blood choked her out, teeth grinding down against each other as her jaw clenched, nausea and animosity combining into one state of mind that was difficult to understand and explain, to put it simply. Aurum's oath of vengeance did her desire to cause absolute mayhem no favors, only agreement. A low growl erupting from deep within her throat, as animalistic as it could get. Instinct was favored over cognition.
Arrow had to think about the living arrangements Moth proposed, still caught in a disorienting wave of clashing emotional states. Her first instinct was to keep Elsweyr as close as possible, but she also realized that she was in no position to keep the woman around in such a state, and it came off as selfish to her to potentially put her at risk for the time being by making Moth have to go back and forth, not able to keep a constant watch over her. She bit down on the inside of her cheek, making a choked sound against her will when Moth confessed she didn't know when Els would wake up. Of course, part of her translated that to not knowing if she'd wake up at all. Arrow didn't know the extent of the head trauma, the lioness could be in a coma for all she knew. "Keep her with you." She instructed, ending off with a wheeze, like she'd been hit directly in the sternum. She looked over to the Reaper, eyes widened with a terrible look of dread. "Her leg isn't gonna be real fucked, is it? Moth, ya gotta tell me she ain't gonna be crippled or nothing by this."