06-29-2009, 10:42 PM
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The gray wolfess stood back as DaVinci shifted. She flicked her eyes back to ponder the steel colored female as DaVinci's form stretched, reshaped, and changed. She was glad that the Savant took the initiative and began the process of moving the stranger in doors. There was no telling how badly her condition was deteriorating. The rain did much to mask scent and the sight of her injuries. She could only guess the extent of the damage to the stranger's battered frame.
She seemed to slip in and out of consciousness. Her body hung limp in DaVinci's arms. The gray female took the chance to charge her form then. She closed her eyes as she felt her petite body lengthening, changing. When she opened her eyes again, she was reformed and kneeling on the ground. She rose on two feet and turned to hurry after the silvery hybrid carrying the strange woman.
"I know you didn't hurt her," she intoned gently, finally catching up with the man. It had taken her a few minutes to assume the change. There was a smile playing around her features despite the gravity of the woman's situation. Geneva trusted DaVinci very much, and she was very relieved that he had been at the borders. Geneva didn't often panic, and often thought things through very well in trying situations, but his presence was reassuring. She associated him with saftey and security.
She hurried ahead of DaVinci a few steps to open the door wide. She pushed the door open and shouldered her way inside, shivering a bit as she became conscious to the fact that she was dripping wet and cold compared to the warmth of the cottage. "We should get her dry and clean, to see the extent of the damage," the woman said, her eyes intent on the woman in his arms.
The gray wolfess stood back as DaVinci shifted. She flicked her eyes back to ponder the steel colored female as DaVinci's form stretched, reshaped, and changed. She was glad that the Savant took the initiative and began the process of moving the stranger in doors. There was no telling how badly her condition was deteriorating. The rain did much to mask scent and the sight of her injuries. She could only guess the extent of the damage to the stranger's battered frame.
She seemed to slip in and out of consciousness. Her body hung limp in DaVinci's arms. The gray female took the chance to charge her form then. She closed her eyes as she felt her petite body lengthening, changing. When she opened her eyes again, she was reformed and kneeling on the ground. She rose on two feet and turned to hurry after the silvery hybrid carrying the strange woman.
"I know you didn't hurt her," she intoned gently, finally catching up with the man. It had taken her a few minutes to assume the change. There was a smile playing around her features despite the gravity of the woman's situation. Geneva trusted DaVinci very much, and she was very relieved that he had been at the borders. Geneva didn't often panic, and often thought things through very well in trying situations, but his presence was reassuring. She associated him with saftey and security.
She hurried ahead of DaVinci a few steps to open the door wide. She pushed the door open and shouldered her way inside, shivering a bit as she became conscious to the fact that she was dripping wet and cold compared to the warmth of the cottage. "We should get her dry and clean, to see the extent of the damage," the woman said, her eyes intent on the woman in his arms.