Life Has Slipped Through Her Paws Time and Time Again
12-28-2015, 09:55 PM
Okay, okay. A defense wasn't needed but he couldn't resist tossing out a pointed question. The chance to needle her was too good to pass up, although he was careful to keep it light. The last thing he needed was for her to flounce off in a pissy huff. "Are you going to fix her or not?" Her final words gave him pause. Was the woman really that bad off? He blinked down at her before his attention turned to Evangeline, who appeared to be gearing up for her trademark flounce off. Faking nonchalance, he sniffed, "I could always get another one." He wasn't that keen on losing this one and having to replace her, although the idea of doubling his captives was a rather interesting idea. Angelus waited until Evangeline was almost out of sight before he let his urgency bubble to the surface. For a second he hovered anxiously over the unconscious slave as he searched for signs that her impending expiration (was she close? His sister had been too vague!) was upon her. He didn't know what to look for so he assumed, since she was still breathing, that he had time. With that settled he was on the verge of sticking his paw on her neck wound when it occurred to him how dirty it was. He'd been tromping around in blood and mud since the fighting ended, and his paws had collected all sorts of debris. It just didn't seem right to press his dirty foot into an open wound. Lifting his paw he looked at the bottom of it. It was pretty scuzzy. He frowned and his gaze briefly sought out the rise and fall of the woman's chest. Well... After finding a relatively clean spot on the slave Angel wiped his paw off on her coat. He had to dig it in a bit to knock off the big clods but with a little effort he managed to grind enough of the muck off so he could see the tiny details in his paw pads. Good enough. Without further ado the brute placed his paw firmly onto the slave's bleeding neck. |
