Tha gràin agam air an t-saoghal
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Ooc — Sofie
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February 26, 2019, 03:17 PM
Wintersbane came swiftly, the man's heart lept in small relief as he realised his trust was truly placed well. He doubted another soul would come to aid like the Tundrian did. Deep breaths, keep the panic at bay. He could keep this under control.
Keep her alive.
"Deep neck wound on the left side, deeper than a lot of war wounds I've seen." Shit. This was bad. But in all fairness, war wounds came as a result of fighting back, he doubted Keen could even stand a chance even if he'd taught her.
"Her scruff is shredded, deep too but the neck doesn't stop bleeding." He felt Keen shifting, softly pressing his nose to the top of her head.
"Althea, slànachadh i. Dùsgadh aon làidir "
Althea, heal her. Wake up strong one.
The words were so quiet he doubted even Wintersbane could hear. But he hoped the Goddess was listening to him and would grant his bidding. Even though his faith in deities was thin, he'd try anything.
"Keen," he spoke louder, trying to rouse her, "wake up. Talk to me."
His gaze tilted to Wintersbane, hoping the man could find the moss he was looking for. Derg was as about as useless as a rock when it came to healing. A warm rock, that is.
He nudged the girl again, feeling her press into him, "come on, open your eyes. You're safe." He swallowed, fighting the thick lump that had build in his throat.
He took another steadying breath.
He promised then, silently, he'd hunt down that silvered male and he'd kill him. Kill him for hurting the innocent girl, but only when she was better and the pack had numbers. He'd likely not return himself once he embarked on his hunt.
Keep her alive.
"Deep neck wound on the left side, deeper than a lot of war wounds I've seen." Shit. This was bad. But in all fairness, war wounds came as a result of fighting back, he doubted Keen could even stand a chance even if he'd taught her.
"Her scruff is shredded, deep too but the neck doesn't stop bleeding." He felt Keen shifting, softly pressing his nose to the top of her head.
"Althea, slànachadh i. Dùsgadh aon làidir "
Althea, heal her. Wake up strong one.
The words were so quiet he doubted even Wintersbane could hear. But he hoped the Goddess was listening to him and would grant his bidding. Even though his faith in deities was thin, he'd try anything.
"Keen," he spoke louder, trying to rouse her, "wake up. Talk to me."
His gaze tilted to Wintersbane, hoping the man could find the moss he was looking for. Derg was as about as useless as a rock when it came to healing. A warm rock, that is.
He nudged the girl again, feeling her press into him, "come on, open your eyes. You're safe." He swallowed, fighting the thick lump that had build in his throat.
He took another steadying breath.
He promised then, silently, he'd hunt down that silvered male and he'd kill him. Kill him for hurting the innocent girl, but only when she was better and the pack had numbers. He'd likely not return himself once he embarked on his hunt.
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Who do you think you are - by Derg - February 25, 2019, 04:17 PM
RE: Who do you think you are - by RIP Wintersbane - February 26, 2019, 04:33 AM
RE: Who do you think you are - by Keen - February 26, 2019, 09:42 AM
RE: Who do you think you are - by Derg - February 26, 2019, 03:17 PM
RE: Who do you think you are - by Nanook - February 26, 2019, 11:11 PM
RE: Who do you think you are - by RIP Wintersbane - February 27, 2019, 04:31 AM
RE: Who do you think you are - by Keen - February 27, 2019, 02:45 PM
RE: Who do you think you are - by Derg - February 28, 2019, 12:26 PM
RE: Who do you think you are - by Nanook - March 02, 2019, 10:38 PM
RE: Who do you think you are - by RIP Wintersbane - March 03, 2019, 04:19 AM