04-17-2021, 06:32 PM
The tale of Jormungand and his victim spread across the Coalition quick, along with their enemies involved. Needless to say, Romulus was displeased. With Sojourn presumably dead, he got to properly exile the panther himself, but that still meant someone had to pick up the brunt work politically and then keep an eye on the girl's health. One side was dealt with. Now for the other. With a satchel wrapped around his back and his paws traversing slowly through the caves, he slowly made his way down to Merlin.
The cold spring breeze followed him down, but dissipated as the flames from his horns arose. Orange light highlighted the stone walls and lead him to spot two familiar creatures in the distance, causing his pace to slow. A curious gaze traced Ravenwood's stance. Romulus internally questioned his purpose of being here, but he trusted the boy. Surely, he wouldn't cause trouble, right? Coming from behind, he made his presence known. "Ravenwood," he mused. "I can't quite fathom why your presence is needed down here, but it's a welcome one." A small grin spread across his maw for a moment as he dipped his head in greeting.
His periwinkle eyes finally settled upon Merlin. Alabaster teeth gritted together as he swallowed his urge to grimace at her state. Romulus scooted closer to her. With a short nod, he slowly lowered next to her and unhooked the satchel around his back, dumping it's contents on the floor. The soft thump of a rabbit corpse echoed throughout the cave, followed by multicolored herbs and medical supplies fluttered to the floor without a sound. A paw gently pushed the prey away for now, knowing that if he started working and she got sick, the remains would just end up in his fur. Another paw reached out towards the many herbs, sorting through them carefully. Enraptured in his thoughts, he wondered how he was going to express that... well... an amputation was necessary. For the usually blunt lion, it was a struggle.
A soft sigh left him. Hues staggered upwards and settled on the female. "How are you feeling, Merlin?" came his calm tone. The answer was truly obvious, but it was only courtesy. His gaze shifted to Ravenwood momentarily, almost as if he was asking for the boy to help.
The cold spring breeze followed him down, but dissipated as the flames from his horns arose. Orange light highlighted the stone walls and lead him to spot two familiar creatures in the distance, causing his pace to slow. A curious gaze traced Ravenwood's stance. Romulus internally questioned his purpose of being here, but he trusted the boy. Surely, he wouldn't cause trouble, right? Coming from behind, he made his presence known. "Ravenwood," he mused. "I can't quite fathom why your presence is needed down here, but it's a welcome one." A small grin spread across his maw for a moment as he dipped his head in greeting.
His periwinkle eyes finally settled upon Merlin. Alabaster teeth gritted together as he swallowed his urge to grimace at her state. Romulus scooted closer to her. With a short nod, he slowly lowered next to her and unhooked the satchel around his back, dumping it's contents on the floor. The soft thump of a rabbit corpse echoed throughout the cave, followed by multicolored herbs and medical supplies fluttered to the floor without a sound. A paw gently pushed the prey away for now, knowing that if he started working and she got sick, the remains would just end up in his fur. Another paw reached out towards the many herbs, sorting through them carefully. Enraptured in his thoughts, he wondered how he was going to express that... well... an amputation was necessary. For the usually blunt lion, it was a struggle.
A soft sigh left him. Hues staggered upwards and settled on the female. "How are you feeling, Merlin?" came his calm tone. The answer was truly obvious, but it was only courtesy. His gaze shifted to Ravenwood momentarily, almost as if he was asking for the boy to help.
ROMULUS MALUS
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