-Gracia reaches out to Cloud as he walks away-
W-wait... nnh...
-She looks to Warwick, then to Temperance's inert form-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?No. Nothing broke.
... Thank you. For saving me.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-This wolf is not Warwick-
-He's frailer and more cleaned up than Warwick, though the shawl seems out of place on his gentleman's attire. The lack of machinery carved into his body sure makes a difference-
It's truly for the best if we leave her. She doesn't seem ready to change her... erm, opinions.
Deer-This wolf is not Warwick-
-He's frailer and more cleaned up than Warwick, though the shawl seems out of place on his gentleman's attire. The lack of machinery carved into his body sure makes a difference-
It's truly for the best if we leave her. She doesn't seem ready to change her... erm, opinions.
Deer-Gracia gives a long, drawn out sigh which deteriorates into sobs as she curls up-
I've been called much worse by much better looking people.
-She pulls her up to her level, then bites down-
edited 27th Jan '17 3:23:30 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-There is none of her gentleness or restraint for this feeding-
-She is ravenously draining her of blood-
... My brain is dangerous. It makes monsters appear. People like her think it would be safer if I was dead. Safer for everyone.
edited 27th Jan '17 3:29:10 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Stops just shy of totally draining her, to avert vampirism, dropping her now-much-lighter body back down to the ground, wiping at her bloody mouth, satisfied with her first major feed in a decade-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She goes to Ramona's side-
... She won't bother us again.
-Blood across her mouth, dribbling down her chin-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Like those creatures in the forest?
... Well dangerous or not, resorting to murder is a horrid choice.
-The wolf grips at his shawl-
They said I was born as a carrier of misfortune. My parents died of illness when I was very young. And... my appearance really didn't help calm the nerves of strangers.
Deer... You're a wolf. Wolves are brave.l
-Sits beside her-
Are you hurt?
edited 27th Jan '17 3:39:32 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Same here...
-She yanks the arrow out of her arm with a squelchy tear, the wound already healing-
-Then she hugs her-
I was so scared I'd lose you.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I'm... I'm not that brave, sorry.
Oh, it wasn't because I was a wolf... It was... uh.
-The wolf tugs off his shawl-
-Under his left arm is a fully functional second arm, with an x-shaped scar on the back of his hand-
-Where his second right arm would be is a rather unsavory looking stump-
... Tada...
edited 27th Jan '17 3:52:01 AM by Tatsumar
Deer

Luckily for everyone involved, Sister Temperance Vola Acantha of the Order of the Bloody Rose is now out cold....and bleeding from that epic head wound.
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