03-26-2021, 01:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2021, 01:41 AM by JADEIRE ELLEFSEN.)
♣ jadeire ellefsen | jade | 13 month old brit | direwolf hybrid ♣
"knights, execute order 66"
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she inhaled, exhaled. she was going to be fine. margaret apparently was supposed to be fine. but the child still winced as the bones snapped into place, a snarl briefly flashing onto her maw at someone else hurting her mother. but since one was the medic and knew how to save lives she wasn't to complain. he gently nosed her to the side, she numbly complied with little resistance, gaze fixed on the hollow of margo's eye. her own blinked sleepily, after all it was evening when she had woken up. the compliment was ignored, going in one ear and out the other. how would he know what margaret would be? he wasn't her. he never would be.
she took another step back warily as he pushed something that smelt nice towards her, mentioning it would help. her gaze darted from him to it before yawning, feeling bones grind smoothly into place. well, if he wanted to poison her at least she'd be the one dying today, she had see how he treated margo lovingly. she dipped her head down, still hyper-aware of her surroundings, and lapped the herbs up because it seemed the natural thing to do. making a face at the taste but swallowing it quickly the brit smacked her lips, running her tongue over her maw.
another task! he gave her another task. to run back to camp and get somebody about the same size as him. she looked at the medic, assessing his bulk. true, if he wanted to carry margo back he'd be better off with someone of his size so her mother didn't get seasicknesses. "okay. keep her safe." she mumbled before turning tail and moving at a small trot towards camp, not trusting herself to move any faster due to fatigue and not wanting to go slower. another second wasted is another second mother's in pain, she chided herself and gritted her teeth as she picked up tempo.
reaching camp she called out for help before a npc showed up, looking in concern. she gave him brief directions on how to get to one and her mother before limping to the medic's den and entering cautiously, casting a glance at the npc's retreating form. she would stay awake. she wouldn't rest until her mother showed up, she couldn't. she-she'd stay awake-
darkness felt sweet, welcoming.
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"TALKING"