i can't stop drinking about you
10-27-2014, 12:44 PM
Skahs weight would transfer to her, his mass nearly squishing her. Luckily she didn't have to hold him up for long. He would slump to the ground in an ungraceful heap. Shai would take off without a word, leaving them alone. His eyes would flutter close, mumbled words barely audible. A faint smirk would lift the corners of her lips, even on the brink of death he could find a way to amuse her. "Skah, I need you to look at me. Open your eyes." Her voice was soft, though her demand was clear. She would nudge him, jostling his limp form. His blood had stained to her try pelt, the crimson color starkly contrasting her monochromatic coloring. Her crown would lower, her tongue gently cleaning his wound while she waited. A forepaw would lift, pressing lightly on the area behind his shoulder, keeping him place in case he decided he didn't like her tending to his wounds. Her gaze would flicker to her face, ensuring that he stayed awake. "Skah, tell me what happened." His name fell easily from her lips, trying to pull his attention to her. His bleeding had slowed, but the drying blood matted his thick fur. She noted that his scarf was missing. Had he lost it or simply left it behind before his adventure? Small wounds decorated the rest of his body, though they were only superficial wounds. His blood was unpleasantly tangy against her tongue, she hated seeing him so wounded. Worry say heavily in her belly, pulling her ears back against her skull. "Skah." Again she would jostle him, determined to keep him awake and focused on her. "ọrọ" |