01-14-2010, 09:43 PM
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He was silent, not replying to her insisting that she would tell her owner herself. Perhaps that was how it should be, and perhaps Snake should not interfere with the coyote woman and her hybrid master. But there was a fledgling plan that was beginning to flesh itself out in his mind, though he did not entertain it much now—he might mention it to Kaena, though. That did entail somehow getting them to the Caves, where the silver-furred woman usually was. He shifted, readying himself to stand. The wound on his shoulder burned and it reminded him of the bite wound that he had recently healed from on the same shoulder. That one had come from a wolf, though; an insane, red-haired woman whom had attacked him for no reason at all. Just when he thought he was getting healthy again, things like this happened.
Snake stood, taking a step closer to Vieira. The coyote woman was trying to sit up, catching her breath with her head resting on her arm. The coyote offered his hand, willing to help her up—if she had been bad off enough not to be able to walk, he wouldn’t have had an issue carrying her again. It seemed as though she was healthy enough to make the trek to the center of Inferni, though. He would definitely keep an eye on her, though—it wouldn’t be good if he allowed her to fall or collapse on the way to Kaena.
“I’ll escort you back,” he offered softly, knowing that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to let the Quintus walk home to Kaena alone. Not only could she succumb to the pain of the wounds on her back, but there was also the vague chance that there were more Dahlian marauders in Inferni territory. As soon as she was ready to get going, he began to lead the way, making sure that she was good enough to walk and then still keeping an eye on her progress.
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339.
He was silent, not replying to her insisting that she would tell her owner herself. Perhaps that was how it should be, and perhaps Snake should not interfere with the coyote woman and her hybrid master. But there was a fledgling plan that was beginning to flesh itself out in his mind, though he did not entertain it much now—he might mention it to Kaena, though. That did entail somehow getting them to the Caves, where the silver-furred woman usually was. He shifted, readying himself to stand. The wound on his shoulder burned and it reminded him of the bite wound that he had recently healed from on the same shoulder. That one had come from a wolf, though; an insane, red-haired woman whom had attacked him for no reason at all. Just when he thought he was getting healthy again, things like this happened.
Snake stood, taking a step closer to Vieira. The coyote woman was trying to sit up, catching her breath with her head resting on her arm. The coyote offered his hand, willing to help her up—if she had been bad off enough not to be able to walk, he wouldn’t have had an issue carrying her again. It seemed as though she was healthy enough to make the trek to the center of Inferni, though. He would definitely keep an eye on her, though—it wouldn’t be good if he allowed her to fall or collapse on the way to Kaena.
“I’ll escort you back,” he offered softly, knowing that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to let the Quintus walk home to Kaena alone. Not only could she succumb to the pain of the wounds on her back, but there was also the vague chance that there were more Dahlian marauders in Inferni territory. As soon as she was ready to get going, he began to lead the way, making sure that she was good enough to walk and then still keeping an eye on her progress.