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More injury. Of course, it was getting too quiet around here. Arrow thought for a moment she would have to fill in. Joking, of course, they didn't have the team manpower to constantly deal with whatever back to back shit she could have provided, but it was naïve to assume that just because she was staying out of trouble, there wouldn't be any crazy nonsense afoot. This place hated it's residents it seemed, she couldn't explain why.
Arrow's ears perked up when she heard something in the distance, moment of angsty monologuing interrupted by whatever fight was breaking out beyond the trees. The fog swirled at her paws as she took the chance and approached closer to where she thought she heard it, a frown taking the place of her usual neutral expression. She'd be the first to say that she hated the lack of foliage the closer she got to the crater, and even the thing itself made her uncomfortable. Bad omen, almost. After all, it only took so much time hearing the stories and warnings to stay away to combine with feelings already there for her to downright hate it.
"Atbash?" Arrow called out, the vile scent of blood overwhelming, stronger than any of the scents of the surrounding area, not even the swamp itself could compete with something like that. Obviously she sped up the pace, the lack of sound didn't paint a pretty picture, and she knew the gut feeling of an injury when she felt it. Pretty recognizable, almost nostalgic. Pretty funny almost, being blindsided and almost murdered just by a mausoleum, huh? "Atbash!" Voice raising, almost like barking an order, bounding the last few feet to cover her distance quickly. She didn't want to be right, never did, but always was. The savannah was certainly injured, maybe that was an understatement though, blood splattered around her bright body, black blood at that. Somehow that was more morbid.
Her lips curled over her teeth, a low rumbling growl in her throat from aggression and guilt, willing to pull each limb off the attacker that she had missed, one by one, but that still wasn't enough to make up for somehow letting someone else get injured under her watch. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Mother of God, what did they do to you?" The cheetah muttered, feeling numb as her own thoughts raced too fast to grab a good one to solve the problem. Arrow looked around, trying to find anything that might even resemble something to shove in a wound, but found nothing. She was too far to sit pretty and wait for help, there wasn't time. "If you die on me, Cipher, I'll kill you." Arrow growled, attempting to push down slightly on the neck wound, trying to hold off the bleeding even somewhat, without choking the Shaderunner out, of course.
[b]"Someone who can help me better be out here, I swear to fuck-"
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]Arrow's ears perked up when she heard something in the distance, moment of angsty monologuing interrupted by whatever fight was breaking out beyond the trees. The fog swirled at her paws as she took the chance and approached closer to where she thought she heard it, a frown taking the place of her usual neutral expression. She'd be the first to say that she hated the lack of foliage the closer she got to the crater, and even the thing itself made her uncomfortable. Bad omen, almost. After all, it only took so much time hearing the stories and warnings to stay away to combine with feelings already there for her to downright hate it.
"Atbash?" Arrow called out, the vile scent of blood overwhelming, stronger than any of the scents of the surrounding area, not even the swamp itself could compete with something like that. Obviously she sped up the pace, the lack of sound didn't paint a pretty picture, and she knew the gut feeling of an injury when she felt it. Pretty recognizable, almost nostalgic. Pretty funny almost, being blindsided and almost murdered just by a mausoleum, huh? "Atbash!" Voice raising, almost like barking an order, bounding the last few feet to cover her distance quickly. She didn't want to be right, never did, but always was. The savannah was certainly injured, maybe that was an understatement though, blood splattered around her bright body, black blood at that. Somehow that was more morbid.
Her lips curled over her teeth, a low rumbling growl in her throat from aggression and guilt, willing to pull each limb off the attacker that she had missed, one by one, but that still wasn't enough to make up for somehow letting someone else get injured under her watch. Fuck, fuck, fuck. "Mother of God, what did they do to you?" The cheetah muttered, feeling numb as her own thoughts raced too fast to grab a good one to solve the problem. Arrow looked around, trying to find anything that might even resemble something to shove in a wound, but found nothing. She was too far to sit pretty and wait for help, there wasn't time. "If you die on me, Cipher, I'll kill you." Arrow growled, attempting to push down slightly on the neck wound, trying to hold off the bleeding even somewhat, without choking the Shaderunner out, of course.
[b]"Someone who can help me better be out here, I swear to fuck-"