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Post by Beech on Oct 4, 2018 20:08:42 GMT -10
Beech struggled against Poker's grip until the other wolf dropped her. Upon her freedom she promptly shot back the way the pack had come, as fast as a bullet(hah). She didn't seem to care about trying to get to her pack, only getting away from the humans. She paused at what she considered a safe distance when she heard Droplet's howl, but one sniff of the air made her scoot another step away from the human scent.
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 4, 2018 20:10:32 GMT -10
Tom shook his head, "Don't apologize. The pack is safe with few wolves injured." Tom offered a weak smile to Droplet before wiping the blood from his eyes so he could see.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 4, 2018 20:10:32 GMT -10
“I don’t need no damn -cough- treatment” she growled lowly attempting to stand again
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Post by Vixen on Oct 5, 2018 6:13:44 GMT -10
Vixen looked at Poker. "You are letting Droplet treat you, poker." Vixen said sternly even tho she knows Poker wouldn't let droplet.
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Post by Raiden Shiryo on Oct 5, 2018 6:39:49 GMT -10
He felt the adrenaline rushing through him, thankful the pack was at the very least safe and half unharmed.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 5, 2018 6:44:04 GMT -10
Poker finally got to a sitting position
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 10:42:01 GMT -10
Tom limped slowly across the valley, heading back to the pack as quickly as he could manage. By then, most of his small wounds had stopped bleeding, but the deeper, more serious injuries still refuse to ease up, even despite Tom's carefulness to move. Eventually, he made it Vixen and Poker. "Poker... Jeez, you're in bad shape." The huffed, sniffing gently at her wounds. "Droplet or I can give you some herbs when we get back to the others." Tom huffed, not leaving much room for protests. "Come, let's get back to the others... Think you can make it just to the forest line, Poker?" He asked, wiping his own blood from his eyes again.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 5, 2018 11:05:21 GMT -10
Poker gave him a dead stare and slowly started “walking”. Her right side leaning yet the blood had stopped running at such a steady rate because there wasn’t really anything left. Her paws tragged heavily and she could barely see. One eye blocked by blood the other blurry from her dizziness and each of her steps followed by a sharp inhale and low whine
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 11:16:41 GMT -10
Tom let out a low whine, "Here, lemme help..." He huffed gently, limping up beside Poker and keeping her steady and she moved. "I know you don't like to admit, but, you do need help sometimes," The male whined gently. "It's not weak to need help." The small canid let out a low huff of support, keeping at the fae's side.
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Post by Vixen on Oct 5, 2018 11:17:10 GMT -10
Vixen followed slowly. The gunshot wound was badly bleeding, the others were just bleeding scratches from the dogs.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 5, 2018 11:24:43 GMT -10
Poker snapped towards his legs falling over “I don’t need ur pity” she growled as she roughly stood back up. A few wounds began to leak blood again as she walked a curvy line fowards
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 11:35:29 GMT -10
Tom let out a low snarl, "It's not pity. It's called help a friend." He huffed, returning to her side with a stern look.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 5, 2018 11:45:26 GMT -10
Poker pinned her ears back and leaned onto him. Her weight over coming him and ending up sending them both roughly to the ground “I said I didn’t need ur help” she growled not getting up
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 11:53:07 GMT -10
Tom let out a surprised yelp as they both came toppling to the ground. The male let out a huff as they hit the ground. "You need help somehow... Maybe leaning against me wasn't the best option but you're having trouble walking... Just- Tell you what. Walk to the forest line yourself and then allow me to treat you." He huffed, squirming out from under the fae.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 5, 2018 11:56:58 GMT -10
Poker huffed and forced her weak self up “I know what I need”
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 12:04:06 GMT -10
Tom let out a low huff and limped next to Poker. "I'll take that as a yes." He huffed, staying behind her slightly so she wouldn't crush him if she fell again.
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Post by Beech on Oct 5, 2018 16:50:12 GMT -10
Beech noticed her pack moving away and crept in a wide circle around the strong human scent, heading in the rough direction of her pack.
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 17:04:15 GMT -10
Tom continued slowly but surely forward, Poker just in front of him. "Come on..." He breathed painfully. His wounds had opened up again. "Fucking mutts... Stronger than they look." He growled bitterly.
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Post by (Herzogin) Poker on Oct 5, 2018 17:40:07 GMT -10
“Walk ahead of me if ur in so much fucking pain” Poker coughed over a few bits more blood. She side stepped barely catching her weight. “Maybe...I do need to stop this” Poker paused in her sentence side stepping some more “bleeding...” a rough fall to her side left no sound as she had finally passed out. Upon impact the bullet that was stuck in her also fell now
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Post by Toм boi on Oct 5, 2018 17:51:25 GMT -10
"No it's fine-" Tom suddenly froze when Poker collapsed. "Poker!" He barked in shock, freezing. "Faen!" He swore, forcing his mind to slip away from his own pain and focus in on help poker. The male let out a low whine before bolting off to look for cobwebs and marigold, poppy seeds too if he could find them. Within a few minutes, Tom was heading back to Poker with everything he needed. He quick to make a poultice with the marigold and smeared it into the fae's wounds before plastering cobwebs over the wounds. Tom let out a small whine before sitting down in front of Poker, pushing three poppyseeds in front of her so she could have them when she woke.
Tom stayed there. He had smeared some of the leftover poultices on his own wounds, which had finally started to scab over.
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