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June 2nd, 2017 11:37 PM |
Re: Dusk Syndicate Territory
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Originally Posted by Lonestar23
(Post 263981)
There was no telling what all had been damaged by her accident. Gavin wasn't a healer, he couldn't know... the only thing to do was get her back. His claws were still unsheathed, they would give him more of a grip and more traction on the icier sections of the territory. The Dusk Syndicate might not be the best spot for a cat who wasn't willing to kill under any circumstances, but he made more allies that way. And now it seemed he was making another. Hopefully Skipper would remember this and, if something were to happen, she would spare his life as he had done for her. Her words surprised him and he almost let go of her scruff-- just barely managing to keep ahold.
He couldn't let go. Physically yes, he was able to just release her scruff and leave her somewhere... but Gavin was a good cat. One of the few that were among the ranks of the Dusk Syndicate. True, perhaps there were more then he thought, but if there were? He hadn't met very many. That being said, he couldn't, in good concious, let go and leave her somewhere where she could likely die. Just a little further. Bit by bit he pulled her towards the clearing, back towards a place where help would hopefully be given. Perhaps a more knowledgable healer would be able to treat whatever this was.
(to the clearing?)
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(this last post, then the territory!)
She let out a soft whimper as her weight settled onto her damaged side; she could feel the fractured edges of the newly broken bone seemly scrape past each other, stabbing into the delicate flesh of her body wall. Her eyes were closed shut against the tears, water welling up behind the reddish lids. Skipper was panting heavily; the pain was beyond bearable, and she didn't want to cry out. Considering Gavin's kindness, her idea was not to sabotage it. Any cat who saw him showing mercy might label him as weak, and that could get the tom injured or killed.
The brutish molly let out another gasp of agony; the cold bit through her fur now, only worsening the shivering of her shock. She had to move; if she stayed still any longer she would nearly freeze. With a moment of hesitation, she flipped onto her stomach, abdominal muscles contracting, jostling the bone; the flame-pelt figure screeched, unable to keep it down any more. Quickly she bit it off, top teeth digging into her lower lip. In a single, jerky motion, she rose hesitantly to her feet, but collapsed down; she didn't know how many ribs were broken, and one of her legs might have been fractured. But Skipper tried again; this time, she stood, and looked over at Gavin, delirious from pain. "Help?"she whispered, swaying unsteadily, hoping he'd come and support her weight.
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