03-28-2022, 11:27 PM
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Shit. Bonnie did not expect to see an Ardent ripping off their own leg today to feed to a newcomer. Not something on this years bingo card. Not knowing of his regenerative abilities Bonnie hurried her pace towards the two, golden bangles chiming which each step. "I-" the wolf stopped herself before she could get a word out. The jaguar's leg at sealed itself shut and was rapidly growing to it's original form. Bonnie was stunned into silence, eyes locked on Vale's reforming appendage, part in horror and part in fascination. She didn't even take in the presence of the other feline as she sat herself a few feet away from the pair, careful to not intrude on Vales space despite her curiosity.
If only everyone was so lucky as the Ardent. There wouldn't be so many dead bodies on Bonnies paws. Failed treatments or people too far gone to come back. She couldn't see the downsides to this cancerous growth. Not after all she'd seen. Vale's miracle could never be reproduced by Bonnie, but oh how many times she would think of this instance in the years after. The beauty and gruesomeness of it all.
If only everyone was so lucky as the Ardent. There wouldn't be so many dead bodies on Bonnies paws. Failed treatments or people too far gone to come back. She couldn't see the downsides to this cancerous growth. Not after all she'd seen. Vale's miracle could never be reproduced by Bonnie, but oh how many times she would think of this instance in the years after. The beauty and gruesomeness of it all.
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