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Post by Tants on Jan 5, 2009 0:04:35 GMT -5
Liquid dripped from the wolfs muzzle. Had it just killed and the blood still drip from its evil maw, or was it injured? It leapt in. It's big round eyes stared at the two. "He...." she managed to mutter before collapsing to the dry floor. Her muzzle dripped with blood. Her ears were torn, her pelt ripped, she had deep gashes all over. Poor Psi let out a whimper. She had met death itself. She was meant to be a sign to anyone who disobeyed him. The silvery she-wolf's breathing was shallow and fast. It was impossible to tell if she'd make it till morning.
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Jan 5, 2009 16:46:39 GMT -5
Post by cloudstar on Jan 5, 2009 16:46:39 GMT -5
Wing leaped backwards, bumping into the rock. "Wh-what happened?" she squeaked. The image of this wolf was bringing back all her terrible memories, coming a great flood as they flashed past her eyes. She cowered against the rock, her tail between her legs, whining softly.
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Jan 12, 2009 17:29:12 GMT -5
Post by *~ForestWind~* on Jan 12, 2009 17:29:12 GMT -5
Percy was so shocked at first, standing still with wide orbs locked on the collapsed female. But as he felt Wing jump back, he went into action. The males heart was pumping, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Of course he was surprised, but needed to do something. That little he knew. "Its alright Wing. She'll be okay. Just sit down, and let me handle it." The black pelted brute barked softly, nuzzling her head with compassion. He didn't want her to be alarmed, giving her a small lick in between her ears. His sapphire eyes locked on hers, searching deep inside of them. There was something inside the look as if only that link kept him from drifting off his feet, Wing keeping him there. At the same time she comforted him... and though it seemed like he was there for a moon, Percy then turned abruptly to the dying she-wolf. The male didn't know what to do, but couldn't let her leave while her life was being dangled from his claws. She was in critical shape, and it was strange that at first he though she was a threat... "Who ever you are, if you can hear me.... I'm going to help..." He said slowly, walking slowly to examine the wet pelted wolf. The blood and deep lacerations made it hard to make out the color of her. Percy was always reminded of the days his parents abused him... and how he killed them... "He?" He asked in almost a whisper, blue eyes wide and questioning. It was the works of another wolf, that was clear.... but who? The only one this evil that he knew of was Skoll.... It was like a sign. Percy quickly grabbed the untouched stock of cob-webs in the corner of the overhang, pressing it against all the slashes. It immediately absorbed the red liquid, and Percy grabbed another cob-web. It was going to take alot to stop the bleeding... if he could... He wanted to whine, but had to stay strong. Wing couldn't help him, she was hurt also. Psi couldn't die... Rain still splashed down, like the world was crying. Percy only knew a couple useful herbs, and that was going to have to do. Luckily the over hang had most of the ones he knew growing in the cracks. He snatched a few poppy seeds, a marigold flower, and thyme. Percy went to work...
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Jan 12, 2009 20:19:12 GMT -5
Post by cloudstar on Jan 12, 2009 20:19:12 GMT -5
Wing seemed to be in another place as she gazed at the injured wolf. Then she sat and closed her eyes, wrinkling her nose at the smell of wolf-blood. She was muttering to herself "No, no, no." she whined. She turned her head away and tried to put herself in the present.
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