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Okay no one else except for those that were invited originally to post within this thread. There won't be 'rounds' per-say but being that this is a critical first aid thread we will need to post quickly. I will warn those that don't post within five days time will be skipped. I want to keep this going as quickly as possible. Especially since Noah has life threatening injuries ICly. After this post, Noah will post next and a posting order will come soon. By next 'round' so I know who is participating.
The morning could never be any more quiet. Angel spent hours yesterday and then hours today working on getting her first aid supplies and her stable finished with repairs. The horses had been returned and retamed and the roof had been repaired. It felt like nothing had ever really happened as she looked at her house. With all the extra lumber she was now able to put a fence around the entirety of her home in case if the horses broke out again. It was high enough that they couldn't jump over but large enough that they had plenty of room to run. Walking out with a bucket of grain she began her morning chores by feeding the horses who were fairly excited for their grain. Placing it into the wooden trough she watched them eat and then placed the bucket by the fence. Since the winter storm and the recent events that Lucifer, a pack wolf of the Anathema, had been trespassing onto the borders and had been raping and impregnating the women of the pack. What angered her most about this was that this had been going on for some time and nothing still had been done. There was no search for him, no attempts to speak to the pack leader of it, nothing. So the women of the pack was to be forever molested and raped by this man and have their pack full of his seed? Or was this monsters adventures soon coming to an end? Angel growled to herself as it reminded her of Brutus and how he had raped her and it caused a miscarriage.
As the woman began to go back to the barn she began to develop a fairly odd feeling. She stopped and looked out at the scene behind her watching the area quietly. Was Lucifer out looking for her now? She was the only other one that had not been affected by his violence. Why this was so the woman was unsure of but she knew her time would come. When she got the chance to kill him she surely would. The number of his crimes had become countless and she was not about to let him live through it. Though that could have been her anger talking. As she felt the wind brush past her pelt she wondered who was watching her. She also thought she could smell the faintest scents of blood in the air...