I came to see the edge of the world.

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 04:57 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

Sorry for the late... a bit of a rambling on Liev's side on the last bits...

He could feel the woman's breath grow weaker and slower, as well as her heart beat. Either it was fainting or actually dying, it would surely be troublesome. The white woman on his arms tried her best to stay awake, and he prayed she could hold on a bit more.

Once inside the medical woman's room, he followed the woman's orders, slowly and carefully lying down the wounded wolf's body on the low bed and, once relieved of it, he quickly trotted after the supplies the blue eyed female requested. His own room wasn't too far away, and in a quick journey, the Russian brought five cloth pieces, all with a good enough size and clean. He used those particular ones for his anatomy studies, and always took the care to wash them in hot water.

He then moved in a quick race through the cave system to the storing chambers, ignoring the stunned glares of other Anathemans on the common room, curious eyes noticing the blood stainning his hands and fur and his missing bandana. Purple irises scanned the rooms for a water jar and two packs of food. In another race, he returned.

He settled the fetched items on a not too far corner of the dorm, his breath only slightly changed. His eyes moved to the working surgeon, her skilled hands working on the wound. Then, he moved to the static female on the bed. At first, multiple visions of much more gory scenes flashed in the back of his eyes, memories long buried deep in his mind, now revived by the sight of blood and fight. He had long learned to live with those haunting images. It was a professional hazard, after all. But then, the insane eyes of the coyote burned on much, much fresher sights. A grudgy rage boiled inside his chest, sending waves of heat through his whole body. Hybrid Holocaust. The name was impressed into the Russian's memory as if branded in iron, the burning anger making his ear echo with his heartbeats.

He turned back to the other, a deep breath helping to sooth his nerves for the moment. "Will she be alright?" The Anzu asked, his throat suddenly dry from the anger burst. If the woman, Tayui, didn't make it, he would make sure to avenge her. The grayish male lost count of how many died under his hands in the name of avenging the lost life of his friends. He could read it on the scared face of the woman as she tried to run away from that monstruous coyote. She didn't do anything wrong, and even if she went to look for trouble, that male was most disgraceful to attack her in such clear disavantage. The older wolf always honored himself on the battlefield, don't matter the circunstances. But that male.... he didn't. He was surely the kind of fighter that would do anything to win.

All those thoughts were starting to get him sick, so he decided the most burochratic course of action: he would inform of the occuring to Theodore or Naniko, and hope justice would be made. If not, he would make sure it would.

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