Sanguinary

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[assigned-menace-at-birth]

For those who played Fire Emblem Awakening

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[luminescentdragon]

“If your target got away, I’ll handle it after helping you…” One layer, two, three… each strip that was soaked through was covered over by another layer. Eln knew enough about injuries to avoid removing a soaked layer, it disrupts the healing process by peeling away the parts that are attempting to stop the bleeding. That’s the main focus now, to stop the bleeding. Moving Velius wasn’t the best idea either, who knows how severely hurt he is. “Aila will worry  if she catches wind of this…”

[cxedem-blog]

     A small nod is given and a breath exhaled as he feels the cloth press against the injuries with care, precision. A soft hiss is made, teeth biting into the flesh of his lip. There’s a frown that draws his lips, a soft huff being made through his nose at the prospect of Aila hearing about this mess Velius made.

     “...” Red eyes are glanced away from the other, his brow furrowing slightly at the thought, “She...she can’t know.”

[luminescentdragon]

cxedem | Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

“You’re doing your best to live…” He had found the human laying in his own blood and naturally, that would have anyone running in case the danger was near still. To finish the job. But Eln had hurried over and dropped beside the injured man- if there was a threat, he’s sure he can handle it. Hopefully. “You have much more to do still, don’t you?” He was almost whispering at this point, since his hands grabbed the hem of his robes to tear at them- they weren’t the best strips of cloth as medical wrap would have been better. But he wasn’t a healer. He didn’t have access to markets so freely either. “I’ll do my best as well to help you then…”

[cxedem-blog]

     Another small grunt is made, breath still ragged as he watches the dragon tear the fabric from his robes. If Velius had anyway of communicating his thanks he would, but his red eyes just watch, lips twitching as he tries to force a smile. The blood under him feels luke warm and he can’t help but wonder how the hell this happened. He’s sure he had that guy, but he might’ve been wrong then. Especially if he’s like this, wounded and bleeding and being helped by his brother-in-law.

     “...Guh,” He gurgles a bit, attempting to swallow back saliva and whatever blood tried to dribble past his lips, “...got away.”

[cxedem-blog]

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?" (kicks eln @ u)

     It’s a little difficult to keep an eye open but he tries anyway, a small grunt leaving the assassin’s throat. He didn’t expect the job he took to be difficult in any way but it was and how it rendered it injured like this. A ragged breath is made, his red gaze focusing on the dragon before him.

     “...Hah...”

[cxedem-blog]

Hurt rp Starters

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down! You don't want to get even more hurt, do you?"

"Tell me where it hurts."

"Whoa, that's purple... It looks like your shoulder is dislocated."

"Oh my god. Are you okay?"

"You're bleeding... You're bleeding bad..."

"This is gonna hurt..."

"Holy crap! I may not know much about human anatomy, but legs don't bend that way!"

"It's all swollen up..."

"You have a black eye. Where you fighting with someone?"

"Okay... Okay, hospital. Hospital, now."

"I think you have a concussion."

"Calm down! Calm down! Your ankle is sprained, okay?"

"Here, lean on me."

"I'm gonna need more bandaids..."

"What the hell happened to you!?"

"Here, I need to clean you up. This might sting a bit..."

"We need to get the bullet out..."

"Oh my god, you've been shot!"

"Did... did you get beat up!?"

"Just hold on. You're gonna be fine..."

"Look out for that car!"

"Wake up! Oh god, please wake up!"

"You're alive! Oh, thank god!"

"I'm no doctor, but you should have that looked at. It's bleeding a lot..."

"What is that? Are there bandages under your shirt?"

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains!?"

"You must have hit the back of your head really hard."

"Look at me. Just look at me and stay awake. Can you do that?"

[cxedem-blog]

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

<a href=“http://cxedem.tumblr.com/post/136814126935/im-sorry-bb-its-levin-heeeeeey-if-it-isnt“>Sorry not Sorry</a href>

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“Hmm…” A guy that pins all his problems on others… That’s not a good person for Serge to be around. He knows he basically said he’ll give the man one more chance, but a sword’s made to protect the one it wields. Course not many can walk around with a conscious but it’s all one in the same. And being a what kind of sword he is… “I almost forgot to mention- my name’s Levin.” His hand raised up for a moment, a dropped downwards to point at the man- sure enough just like he’s capable of doing while a sword a bolt lightening shot down from the sky at the man.

[cxedem-blog]

     The most that Velius picked up was the fact of the other’s name, and how he pointed. Which signaled a cue for the assassin to hop back, well, flip himself backwards out of the way of that bolt. He’s what most could call strong and flexible, considering how he catches himself on his hands before letting his legs touch at the ground again, only for him to stay in a crouch and narrow his gaze at the man before him.

     “I ain’t lookin’ fer a fight,” he mumbles, standing up to carry himself back on his feet, distancing himself, “So quit it.”

[cxedem-blog]

     “Wonder who’s for lunch today.”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

<a href=“http://cxedem.tumblr.com/post/136814126935/im-sorry-bb-its-levin-heeeeeey-if-it-isnt“>Sorry not Sorry</a href>

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“That’s right, we haven’t formally met before have we? Hmm…Well let’s just say if you keep going after Serge….”

Suddenly the feigned cheerfulness dropped from the sword’s expression into a cold smirk. Even the normally bright golden eyes seemed charged with killing intent.

“It won’t be a pat next time, and I’ll be your death.”

[cxedem-blog]

     “If that’s what you want to believe, be my guest,” There’s a shrug with his words, his lips still turned in a frown as that grumble happens again. First he’s shocked, then he gets threatened. And for what? Trying to keep himself fed? People sure are weird these days.

     “’Sides, he keeps findin’ me, so if ya’ want a problem solved, take it with him an’ leave me out of it,” Another shrug, followed by arms being folded behind his back with a snort and turn on his heels once more, “And stop with th’ electricity or whatever. People aren’t into that fetishism stuff. People’ll like ya’ more.”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

<a href=“http://cxedem.tumblr.com/post/136814126935/im-sorry-bb-its-levin-heeeeeey-if-it-isnt“>Sorry not Sorry</a href>

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“Smacking? For fun? It’s how you greet people, isn’t it? A friendly smack on the back!” Well maybe not as hard as he did but he had seen some people pat other’s back when greeting them. Did he do it wrong? Course his intentions were different from saying ‘hello’.

[cxedem-blog]

     “That was a smack.” There’s another snort, his brows furrowing a little bit with his stare towards the man. A small grumble is made from his throat (or was it his stomach?) making his lips draw into a slight frown. Taking a few steps away from the other, he turns on his heels to get a better look but to face him rather than keep his back turned.

     “Who are you; strangers don’t just pat each other.”

[cxedem-blog]

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

<a href=“http://cxedem.tumblr.com/post/136814126935/im-sorry-bb-its-levin-heeeeeey-if-it-isnt“>Sorry not Sorry</a href>

“Too shocked for words? So sorry about that.” What a halfassed attempt to apologize. Though Levin did managed to mask the sarcasm fairly well, along with avoiding busting out laughing at how the guy’s hair was sticking straight up. “Guess I must’ve dragged my feet too much on the rugs.”

[cxedem-blog]

     It takes him a moment to shake off the shock, his eyes blinking and head shaking. Almost a little too violently as he attempts to get his hair to fall back down or something. A snort leaves Velius, his eyes blinking and glancing to look at the man who swatted him.

     “So d’ya’ just go around smackin’ people fer fun or what?”

[cxedem-blog]

(i'm sorry bb it's levin) "Heeeeeey, if it isn't that one guy that's bent on eating my master! What's up?" A hand charged with maybe a little too much static was whapped against the other man's back. One, to shock him, but also two to make his hair spike up.

     He would’ve responded with a sentence or something, some sort of retort to the man who waltzed up to him. He’s a little too late, or perhaps the other was just a bit faster, since the assassin finds himself tensing up with a small whine. Static. Electricity. He felt the shock and he’s more than positive his messy hair is sticking up more than it usually does thanks to the charge.

     “...”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“Rather be no fun and careful then dead in a ditch and vulture food.”

[cxedem-blog]

     “It’s not just vultures who eat the dead.”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“I don’t trust you for one, and two, no. I’m busy finding something for Tharja.”

[cxedem-blog]

     “Yer no fun, huh.”

[hierophantofplegia-blog]

“I needed to go to the other market too… well if I hurry I’ll be able to shake him off long enough to get what I need. Oh right. You- …hmm… no I’ll deal with you later.”

[cxedem-blog]

     “Right, right...Oooor♪, Ya’ could let me take ya’ for dinner. ‘S almost the new year, after aaaall♫.”

[cxedem-blog]

     “Time t’ get piss drunk and eat out.”