Not the homecoming I wanted
Laz
12-20-2021, 08:23 PM
Tyrian was making his rounds when a primal cry caught his attention. He stared in the direction of the noise with a look of suspicion on his face for several long seconds as he tried to make up his mind. Naturally wary, he was always primed to think the worst of a situation so his first thought wasn't that someone was in distress but that someone was trying to lure him away from the protection of home. Finally, with careful, wary steps he set off for the noise. Instead of approaching it directly Tyrian made a wide circle. He stayed alert and watchful as he approached, and took his sweet time in assessing the situation. All of his caution went out the window when he caught sight of the woman's familiar markings. Though his interactions with this Destruction were limited Tyrian recognized her as family immediately. He was at her side in an instant, his senses overwhelmed by the blood. Tyrian placed a paw on her cheek. “Hey, easy now. You're alright.” He mind swam in search of a name. Not Poem. Something word related though. Like a song or a verse or- “Motif? Motif, is it? You're going to be alright, Motif.” His paws fell to the gashes on her side as he tried to stifle the bleeding. She was a mess and he didn't know where to begin. "" |
