03-21-2021, 06:16 PM
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[/td][/tr][/table]I just wanna leave this place behind
Every time I see your face in mine
Every time I see your face in mine
Oneheart, 'One. It's One.' he'd remind others, felt a prickling of dread on his spine. His rounded ears flat against his skull, his long tail tucked against his left leg. He felt something bad was happening, until he heard one of Margaret's cubs, one of his beloved's, that he snapped to attention. The pit in his stomach worsened as he picked up as much medical supplies as he could roll up into the pelt he used as a bad. Slinging it onto his back, he turned to his Greenhorn, and growled out that he needed Apple to come by in exactly 30 minutes if they weren't back with more supplies. With a shake of himself, he straightened his tail, perked his ears back up, and forced himself to 'Focus!' and streaked off to follow Jadeire.
One's heart pounded in his chest. All he could think of is hazy memories of the last time he felt this much dread. It was...when him and Margo last seen each other? The black jaguar violently shook his head to clear his murky thoughts as he stopped short of the two, his heart...his heart was in his throat and breaking.
Margaret and Jadeire were curled together.
There was so much blood.
He choked on distant memories.
He jolted back when he set the pelt down, and dashed up to the two. He seen how Margo was unconscious, and ordered, "Jadeire, give me a full report of what you know happened. It doesn't have to be everything, just, tell me what you can." Talking would keep the younger from going into the deep claws of shock while he began to softly nose and gently caress Margaret's wounds.
The black jaguar waited for the cub to start talking as he softly touched his wife and transferred some of the minor wounds to himself. One swayed a bit at using his health transfer, he didn't check to see the possible wounds he received, but steadied himself as he began to wrap Margo's wounds with bandages and herb mixes he could to prevent infection and help them heal. When the jaguar got to the broken wing, "Oh...she loved to fly with those..." He breathed to himself, he looked at the younger, "I need you to keep the wing extended for me, okay?" He softly asked, "I need to reset the bones so there is a chance that her wing will heal right."
One's heart pounded in his chest. All he could think of is hazy memories of the last time he felt this much dread. It was...when him and Margo last seen each other? The black jaguar violently shook his head to clear his murky thoughts as he stopped short of the two, his heart...his heart was in his throat and breaking.
Margaret and Jadeire were curled together.
There was so much blood.
He choked on distant memories.
He jolted back when he set the pelt down, and dashed up to the two. He seen how Margo was unconscious, and ordered, "Jadeire, give me a full report of what you know happened. It doesn't have to be everything, just, tell me what you can." Talking would keep the younger from going into the deep claws of shock while he began to softly nose and gently caress Margaret's wounds.
The black jaguar waited for the cub to start talking as he softly touched his wife and transferred some of the minor wounds to himself. One swayed a bit at using his health transfer, he didn't check to see the possible wounds he received, but steadied himself as he began to wrap Margo's wounds with bandages and herb mixes he could to prevent infection and help them heal. When the jaguar got to the broken wing, "Oh...she loved to fly with those..." He breathed to himself, he looked at the younger, "I need you to keep the wing extended for me, okay?" He softly asked, "I need to reset the bones so there is a chance that her wing will heal right."
ONE ANGEAL