07-20-2011, 11:24 AM
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He could do nothing for her as she thrashed around in her self induced panic attack except look at her sadly and move away from her slightly. He winced as she caught his chest and released her hand but the wound was not deep nor wide so it was not worth looking at, a small trickle of his blood slowly made its way down from the cut. The man sighed and rested his head in his hand, brushing his paws back through the fur and then to grasp at his bangs that dangled down just above his eyes. He had no idea how to fix this. No idea how to help the woman before him and a longing to just leave. But his honor and his friendship ties and kinship to her kept him in place,
"Maldita sea Shiloh!" The man stood and began to pace back and forth agitatedly, his tail twitching violently and his ears pulled back. He was no medic and he knew of no medic apart from his brother's mate and he was not sure where she resided. It was a relief to him when the girl began to breathe normally again and showed signs of improving. He kneeled down next to her, a hand brushed her hair away from her face where it had been flung by the thrashing woman.
"Shiloh, open your eyes chicka. No one is going to hurt you j'adore." The man shifted back away from her so his face up close would not be the first thing she saw. Instead he untied the mare from the post and walked her into the stables so they she could begin to find her place within the herd here. Katelyn however was reluctant to leave Shiloh alone and refused to enter the stable door. The man swore to himself, he had one stubborn horse and one unconscious girl to deal with. He returned Katelyn to the post and sat cross legged a meter or so away from Shiloh, and instead simply watched over her.
He could do nothing for her as she thrashed around in her self induced panic attack except look at her sadly and move away from her slightly. He winced as she caught his chest and released her hand but the wound was not deep nor wide so it was not worth looking at, a small trickle of his blood slowly made its way down from the cut. The man sighed and rested his head in his hand, brushing his paws back through the fur and then to grasp at his bangs that dangled down just above his eyes. He had no idea how to fix this. No idea how to help the woman before him and a longing to just leave. But his honor and his friendship ties and kinship to her kept him in place,
"Maldita sea Shiloh!" The man stood and began to pace back and forth agitatedly, his tail twitching violently and his ears pulled back. He was no medic and he knew of no medic apart from his brother's mate and he was not sure where she resided. It was a relief to him when the girl began to breathe normally again and showed signs of improving. He kneeled down next to her, a hand brushed her hair away from her face where it had been flung by the thrashing woman.
"Shiloh, open your eyes chicka. No one is going to hurt you j'adore." The man shifted back away from her so his face up close would not be the first thing she saw. Instead he untied the mare from the post and walked her into the stables so they she could begin to find her place within the herd here. Katelyn however was reluctant to leave Shiloh alone and refused to enter the stable door. The man swore to himself, he had one stubborn horse and one unconscious girl to deal with. He returned Katelyn to the post and sat cross legged a meter or so away from Shiloh, and instead simply watched over her.