TO FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE
03-20-2013, 08:12 PM
[mature for language]
Sterling silver eyes would travel to the gashes on the devil's face. He had been hit pretty hard by the wrong end of a cat. Another reason Marvel hated the beasts. They were behemoth felines that could pack a powerful punch, and almost always left behind bad wounds. The wolves of Ludicael were in for some hell if they didn't do something about these pussies. A smirk would cross his face as he thought of the word. This wasn't the time. As her face buried in the plush fur of his neck, the smirk would widen ever so slightly. A fire burned somewhere south of his border as he returned the pressure she offered him, only to realize she was pulling away. A sigh would slip from his lips before he could retract it, but he probably wouldn't have tried to anyway. She turned back to her companion, the little thing looked horrible as she coddled it in a motherly way. Marvel tried to imagine what it must like to have her wrap her form around him as she was doing to Mercury. But it was best not to think about those things while still in her company. She spoke, her voice sending the fire that had begun burning long ago into a flurry of ash and intense heat. What was this magic she possessed? She told her tale which ended rather abruptly. It appeared the little thing could really pack a punch. He suspected the she-wolf could as well. That was something he hoped he'd never find out for sure. She began to sulk and the Agua moved forward, brushing his nose gently against her shoulder, preparing to speak before she voiced first. She wanted healing for Mercury. Of course, why hadn't he thought of it sooner? She seemed fretful though, that he would be attacked. That was a definite possibility. As Mercury spoke up Marvel nodded slightly. Even with the smell of his wounds, they aren't likely to find him. They'll be seeking out more edible prey. He turned to Mercury, No offense, He hadn't meant anything by the fact that he'd said the creature wasn't edible, but he wasn't sure how bad of a temper the little thing might have, and so he covered all of his bases. I saw a bush of elderberries not far from here, they'll help with his pain. Back toward the dens there is some aloe vera growing, I'm not certain how much but there ought to be enough to treat those gashes. He would take a tentative step forward, and then set off immediately, knowing she would follow. Marvel took less than ordinary routes, ones that were hardly even beaten down like the more frequently traveled. He hoped that by staying off of the ordinary paths, that the cats might not be able to stalk them and get an attack out before the pair could get ready. His pace quickened, filled with urgency - and for a rare time in his life - fear. The alabaster man was practically sprinting by the time he reached the grove of elderberry bushes. He would turn to the Sol and speak almost commandingly. Only pick the reddest ones, we don't want to take the pinker ones because they wont have the healing properties yet. Try to get at least a dozen, and be sure not to crush them in your jaws. Giving orders wasn't all that natural for him, but he knew that in a situation like this, it was necessary. The man set his eyes upon the bushes, sterling orbs expertly picking out the ripest berries for picking and stashing between deadly jaws. Speech, |