February 20, 2017, 04:40 PM
She could not say for sure what drew her beyond the lands claimed by Broken Antler Fen. Her body trembles with fear, causing her entire form to quiver as she pads away from the pack's territory.
She was a leaf battered by the winds of change; it felt like any moment she would be torn from the safety of her tree.
Perhaps Liri left to prove that she still could; to prove that she was not so broken that she could not venture beyond Sebastian's pack.
The tiny femme appears extremely unnerved, even from a distance. Her form remains half-crouched, shoulders drawn up as if to ward off a strong wind though it was pleasantly mild. Earthy optics dart to and fro, her ears along with them, searching for danger as she moves.
Liri avoids any lands that smell heavily populated, hinting at hot spots for lone wolves or possible hunting grounds for packs. As she scents the air for such smells the wind shifts, bringing to her the rusty, salty tang of blood.
It was not any ordinary blood but that of a wolf. Apprehensive but concerned, Liri lopes for the far off scent.
It leads her to another, though from a distance she cannot tell what gender, surrounded in a horrific pool of their own blood.
For a moment the Tiny Voice tugs at the corners of her mind; instilling the image of her blood spilling across the stone floor of a cave, mingling with the gritty pools of drip water.
Liri shakes her head violently, forcing the image to the back of her mind to haunt her nightmares later. For now, she must focus on this unfortunate soul who needs her help.
Liri approaches cautiously, form hunched and tail low, so as not to give off the impression of malicious intentions.
"Hello?" Liri calls out as she approaches, unsure if the wolf is even alive. As she gets closer she can see that the stranger is a woman, a grey and white with blue eyes.
Closer still, and she can see that her hind leg, specifically her left hind leg, is detached at the mid-joint. The blood pools under her body, sticky as it is no longer entirely fresh.
Liri pauses, fighting off nausea with a hard swallow. Without a doubt it is the most gruesome wound she has ever seen. Already her mind is coming up with solutions to heal it.
She continues on, halting just out of the woman's reach. She knows better than any how panic and pain can cause one to lash out.
"Miss, can you hear me? I'm going to help you," Liri promises, meaning it with every fibre of her being.
She was a leaf battered by the winds of change; it felt like any moment she would be torn from the safety of her tree.
Perhaps Liri left to prove that she still could; to prove that she was not so broken that she could not venture beyond Sebastian's pack.
The tiny femme appears extremely unnerved, even from a distance. Her form remains half-crouched, shoulders drawn up as if to ward off a strong wind though it was pleasantly mild. Earthy optics dart to and fro, her ears along with them, searching for danger as she moves.
Liri avoids any lands that smell heavily populated, hinting at hot spots for lone wolves or possible hunting grounds for packs. As she scents the air for such smells the wind shifts, bringing to her the rusty, salty tang of blood.
It was not any ordinary blood but that of a wolf. Apprehensive but concerned, Liri lopes for the far off scent.
It leads her to another, though from a distance she cannot tell what gender, surrounded in a horrific pool of their own blood.
For a moment the Tiny Voice tugs at the corners of her mind; instilling the image of her blood spilling across the stone floor of a cave, mingling with the gritty pools of drip water.
Liri shakes her head violently, forcing the image to the back of her mind to haunt her nightmares later. For now, she must focus on this unfortunate soul who needs her help.
Liri approaches cautiously, form hunched and tail low, so as not to give off the impression of malicious intentions.
"Hello?" Liri calls out as she approaches, unsure if the wolf is even alive. As she gets closer she can see that the stranger is a woman, a grey and white with blue eyes.
Closer still, and she can see that her hind leg, specifically her left hind leg, is detached at the mid-joint. The blood pools under her body, sticky as it is no longer entirely fresh.
Liri pauses, fighting off nausea with a hard swallow. Without a doubt it is the most gruesome wound she has ever seen. Already her mind is coming up with solutions to heal it.
She continues on, halting just out of the woman's reach. She knows better than any how panic and pain can cause one to lash out.
"Miss, can you hear me? I'm going to help you," Liri promises, meaning it with every fibre of her being.
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Help is on the way - by Skylaris - February 20, 2017, 04:08 PM
RE: Help is on the way - by Síff - February 20, 2017, 04:40 PM
RE: Help is on the way - by Skylaris - February 20, 2017, 04:52 PM
RE: Help is on the way - by Síff - February 20, 2017, 05:43 PM
RE: Help is on the way - by Skylaris - February 20, 2017, 06:08 PM
RE: Help is on the way - by Síff - February 20, 2017, 06:19 PM
RE: Help is on the way - by Skylaris - February 21, 2017, 06:17 AM
RE: Help is on the way - by Síff - February 23, 2017, 07:27 PM