Painted Flowers (Birthing Thread)
10-12-2014, 07:01 PM
Metallic smell of blood tainted the air with its delicate fragrance. A subtle smell that would send shivers throughout her body - a perfume that was all too familiar. The smell of war. Ah, but this time the scent was on pack lands and as Kashkar, it was her duty to be sure there was no threat. And so she followed the fragrance to its origin, all the while hoping some bloody battle had broken out that she could join in. Life was rather calm here lately and a bit of entertainment would have been nice. Though, closing in on the scent, she would realize that her hopes would be crushed to tiny fragments. There were no vicious snarls or growls ripping through the air, rather, there was an Esper who rested inside her den. Mm, but it must be time for the woman to give life to her babes. A twinge of jealousy sparked inside her at this realization. Jealous, perhaps, that this woman had something that she, herself, did not. But pups were but a nuisance, right? Ears pinned against her skull in annoyance and she quickly shook the thoughts of family from her mind. Before her simply lied a member in need of help. The galactic woman lied die upon the grasses and scooted slowly up to the mouth of the den. She was no healer and had no idea how to go about helping the woman, but at least she would not be here alone. Esper, how can I offer assistance? Esper was a healer and she could instruct her on how to help. "" |