[M] Gonna get off this merry-go-round

Myrika Tears · 02-12-2012, 03:27 AM

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Who invited Mel? >_>

Myrika is by me!

Myrika was not quite certain how they'd gotten back to the scene of chaos. She did not recall much after the invader's death, and it was only now, upon re-arriving on the scene, the russet-hued woman lifted a hand to brush her hair from her eyes. It came away sticky and faintly red, and she looked down and realized it was not just her muzzle that was bloodied, but the rest of her, as well. There was no pain -- she was not wounded. It was not her blood. Neither was it Halo's -- she looked on the ground, the woman with the dark fur and a pale chest stained rusty red. She had done that.

She slid from the saddle, standing next to Eira and gripping the horse's shoulder with one unsteady hand, looking with wide eyes on Enkiel and Ezekiel, scurrying forward fearlessly. And why should they be afraid? She had already taken care of any threat incoming. There was no doubt Ithiel would have secured the area over again if there was a threat -- he was the warrior, after all. Myrika's frown deepened, and her stomach lurched again, but she made herself step forward, lingering on the outskirts of the carnage.

Ithiel straightened and backed away from Halo as soon as the others arrived on the scene. He was not a medic and he had done nothing save place hands over the wound, hoping to stave the bleeding. This was all he knew, and even then, he did not know if he had acted correctly. Despite his apprehension and the crisis of the situation, the Vigiles's face was a mask of calm, his red eyes following Enkiel. He responded to his half-brother's command at an instant; there was no need for contemplative pauses where the delivery of this information was concerned.

Two attackers, both down. Halo got that one, and Myrika did for that one, he said, indicating each corpse with a jerk of his thumb. We came upon them near the end. Had we not, this one would be surely dead, rather than just probably dead. The man spoke of his blood cousin's mortal state indifferently as he dared, though it was not for lack of caring or empathy -- there was no room for such emotion in delivering his report. I am no medic, but her wounds are severe. We saw her hit in the head. Myrika's head snapped upward at that. She had no recollection of seeing Halo struck in the head, but Ithiel had, and she would not question her cousin's sharper eyes and cooler head in this situation.

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