Little Hell

*Razi* · 12-16-2017, 05:28 PM

The ebony and gold woman stood poised, answers to his questions hanging on the tip of her tongue unspoken, when she noticed his obvious pain; an unspoken answer to her own question. Moving in closer to examine the man, Razi ignored his words and eyed his paw. Scanning over the man, she couldn't entirely decide the extent of the damage but decided there was probably at least a bit more than met the eye. Clearly her decision to abandon healing would have to begin tomorrow instead of today. Pity, hopefully she'd be of enough use to actually keep the guy from kicking the bucket. Clicking her tongue and standing over him without a single thought about how it might make someone uncomfortable, the dark woman hummed to herself as she examined him. "I see you are hurt. Though, I wonder..." catching the scent of one of the siblings of hers who'd arrived later - Andras - on his fur, the woman considered whether or not she'd get an earful for fixing the man's broken toy. "Not that I give a shit, but I also like my hide where it is..." she muttered under her breath, brows knitting further and further together.

Noting his obvious panic as well as the fact that undue stress wasn't good for the ailing, Razi lightly touched her muzzle to his neck. "Relax, breathe." Standing back a half pace she returned her focus to what he'd said and canted her head a bit to the right as she answered. "I'm Razi Abraxas," she began, warm gold eyes meeting his cool grey, "You've been caught by my kin in the takeover of your pack." That seemed a fair, impartial summary, right? No posturing, trying pathetically to assert the superiority of her family. Ah, that got old sometimes. If you were better, really better, why the need to always say it? Anyhow, mind back where it ought to be, she tried to decide how to relay the news this man'd been... unable to receive before.

When did she become so... Gentle and easy going? To be fair, Razi supposed she'd always been milder in her ways than most of her kin but- Oh hell, she could do what she wanted as long as it didn't get her into trouble, right? "He foolishly lost a battle with with my older brother, Amon. When given the choice between giving in and joining us, or fighting and giving his life, he chose the latter and it cost him dearly." There was a pause as she let it sink in, watching his reaction with a detached sort of emotionless expression. For the most part she was of the mindset that she was simply relaying facts and making a slight attempt to appease a potential patient, only a small part of her feeling a sort of sympathy. That was part that always woke up when she was playing the role of healer. "He died, swiftly, without leaving a mark on his opponent. Afterwards we were to give the same offer to the other pack members. Join, or fight for your life and likely die." Maybe it wasn't supposed to be worded quite like that but hey, Razi didn't see anyone else here to say it better so word choice was all up to her. Looking the man other again, Razi added, "It seems you weren't given many options at all. Would you like me to tend to any wounds so you don't have to suffer the treatment of my kin and infection?" Not like she had anything better to be doing just yet anyways.

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