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[sup]© tikki[/sup]IT MUST BE BELIEVED TO BE SEEN
Once again the smell of blood drew Moth to the border of the swamp, though curiosity was piqued when she heard the voices speak, and the scent of the Palm Glades assaulted her senses. She wasn't sure what to think, at first, when she saw Ares at the border, saw that she was harmed and heard the things she spoke about. She almost hurt a child. They key there was almost but it was still something Moth wasn't sure about.
She had wanted to help the other when she had been within the swamp before, wanted to make sure she wouldn't be exiled, for that was the ultimatum - get help or get exiled - and Moth hadn't had the chance to try and do so before Ares had ran away to who should have been their enemy, to who now was neutral but no one allowed to go there. The whole thing she wasn't sure about, it seemed more and more often that Moth was unsure about more and more things. All she knew now was that Ares was here and she was injured and she needed help. She'd try and figure out more later, try to see if there was something that could be done to help her emotionally rather than physically, keep whatever "it" was in check.
She didn't know too much about powers though, didn't know how to keep them in check herself, considering her own shapeshifting was set by emotion rather than will.
The small fox came forward, ears pinned to her head as she saw the extent of the injuries, and she turned towards Ares for just a moment. A child no longer, she was old enough to be spoken to about her own injuries, despite the attitude and actions that led to this point hinting otherwise. "I'm going to need you to come to my house." She would speak, tired and drained and wanting nothing but sleep. "Need to make sure infection doesn't set in anywhere, and if it has we need to clean it... it'll hurt though. You guys are free to be there too if she wants, but space will be needed at the house." She spoke to Ana and Elsweyr then, stepping back for a moment. She wasn't big enough to help carry Ares if needed so she'd rather stay out of the way.
She'd make sure to let Elsweyr and Ares know later that they needed to talk later about what they were going to do.
She had wanted to help the other when she had been within the swamp before, wanted to make sure she wouldn't be exiled, for that was the ultimatum - get help or get exiled - and Moth hadn't had the chance to try and do so before Ares had ran away to who should have been their enemy, to who now was neutral but no one allowed to go there. The whole thing she wasn't sure about, it seemed more and more often that Moth was unsure about more and more things. All she knew now was that Ares was here and she was injured and she needed help. She'd try and figure out more later, try to see if there was something that could be done to help her emotionally rather than physically, keep whatever "it" was in check.
She didn't know too much about powers though, didn't know how to keep them in check herself, considering her own shapeshifting was set by emotion rather than will.
The small fox came forward, ears pinned to her head as she saw the extent of the injuries, and she turned towards Ares for just a moment. A child no longer, she was old enough to be spoken to about her own injuries, despite the attitude and actions that led to this point hinting otherwise. "I'm going to need you to come to my house." She would speak, tired and drained and wanting nothing but sleep. "Need to make sure infection doesn't set in anywhere, and if it has we need to clean it... it'll hurt though. You guys are free to be there too if she wants, but space will be needed at the house." She spoke to Ana and Elsweyr then, stepping back for a moment. She wasn't big enough to help carry Ares if needed so she'd rather stay out of the way.
She'd make sure to let Elsweyr and Ares know later that they needed to talk later about what they were going to do.
MOTH KINGMAKER - TANGLEWOOD - PENNED BY TIKKI - BIO