Chewing on Rabbit bones
06-25-2013, 06:00 AM
Masqurading as a man with a Reason my Charade is the Event of the Season though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ Gargoyle had to have just a moment. A moment to adjust to the rush of adrenaline. He wasn't safe when he got excited. It brought out the worst in him - as the rogue female had just discovered. Gods above- that hadn't even been a fight. That had been road kill plain and simple. He hadn't killed like that since the dark days. No warning. No hesitation. Just death. And he had enjoyed it way too much. As the adrenaline wore off, the two parts of him mixed - elation and guilt, feeding off eachother. But it was an inner war he was used to fighting, and he kept it to himself, tucked away behind those cold, lizard's eyes. To all outward appearances he was just catching his breath after that death-sprint. A few lungfulls of air and he was himself again. "Eren," his voice was thick. "Eren? Are you alright?" He trailed his paws over to her side. The rogue had been going for pain - judging by the tracks it had been swift and uncalled for. Eren had wounds on her ears, shoulder and tail - and her fur probably hid some others. But nothing looked serious. So long as she could withstand the shock, she'd be just fine. Eria's presence was a welcome one. Gargoyle met her eyes and dipped his head slightly. "Can you walk?" the Chief asked of the wounded fae. If not, well, it wouldn't be the first time he'd pack-saddled a hurt wolf. Their healing staff was a bit short at the moment, but they'd make do. Ideally, Gargoyle would get her to Soleil or Mahniya. He'd come away from the scene totally unscathed, he could carry the girl no problem. Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done |
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