#biggreenbat

[the-ancients-son]

😢 for Janus from biggreenbat

He jumped at the sudden touch, instinctively bolting around and forming a defensive position, then realized who it was and relaxed, quickly wiping his eyes with his robe. He had visited Janos’s shrine again, and seeing his lifeless corpse wasn’t easy... “Oh... hi... I... came to visit, as you can see...”

[littlewolfofnosgoth]

Wounded

Sewers were more active within the park area - increase of residence would cause it. This particular path weren't desired to travel by the Cabal, only for emergencies. A massive thud hit the damp concrete, rising before running off without hesitation - without thinking.

The beast, holding the injured Velasco, desperately searched for familiar passages. Paw pads burned from the puddles littering across, yet ignored by her driven desire to find home.

As moments passed, Mae slowed her pace and began to whimper. She got herself lost. Bulky claws held him closer, tempted to squeeze for comfort, yet she remained aware of his wounds.

Rear fell flat onto the driest spot she could find, leaning against the moldy wall to see how Velasco faired.

@biggreenbat

[infernaltraitor]

[ ❢ ] my muse discovers yours all bloodied and bruised. - biggreenbat

Sometimes, the Cabal surprised him. This member had been a particularly nasty case, leaving too many injuries at once for the wounds to begin healing. The skirmish was recent enough that Faustus bore the marks of close combat. Of course, the vampire had gotten away—Faustus would blame their cowardice, not his own ineptness at fending them off.

He drug himself up through the alley. A way off, the smoke stacks of the industrial quarter shone against the dim sky. At another side, the streets of the slums encroached upon this more tolerable portion of the city. With his legs aching as they did, he could not imagine taking quick leaps over the buildings until a couple more minutes passed.

Poor, pathetic state….

[thelastfledgling]

"Are you stuck?" - biggreenbat

“Um...”

Zekiel trapped himself between broken tree limbs and its trunk branching out, legs and wings awkwardly sticking out. The Blood Curse held a heavy weight upon his ability to fly - stunting his growth to where mid flight took a straining toll on the child’s vitality. His honey eyes gazed down to the man before, biting lower lip in shame and embarrassment.

“...Yes...”

[overazielous]

Vorador’s insensitivity to other people’s problems is my favorite Vorador thing. @biggreenbat

[the-owly-witch]

Yvie can't believe she has met a real god!!!

[littlewolfofnosgoth]

Consequence

@biggreenbat

Shame washed over the lumbering beast of a wolf, slouching and heaving herself back home with disoinented Sarafan in hand. Back wracked of stinging pain as crossbow bolts lodged themselves in her thick hide. Paws stung of water sizzling layers of dead skin, blistering agony in every step. Her eyes grew tired as the adrenaline from a fight before began to leave.

Mae didn't wish Vorador or the others to see her like this, let alone know the chaos left in her wake. Anxiety raged, imagining the level of security rising within Meridian. Double the Sarafan in the Slums, hunting down a rabid werewolf, movement through the city would be tedious - all due to her recklessness.

Poking her snout through the sewer's shade, she found herself home. A Cabal member stationed rushed to inspect the condition of their sibling, only to be asked where Vorador was. He'd dwell in his privet chambers no doubt. Perhaps if she mended her wounds first, the discovery wouldn't be so shocking.

[infernaltraitor]

"Cut your hair, boy. You look like a minstrel." - biggreenbat

“It’s no bother to me, really—I don’t mind indulging in a little frivolity. Besides, people who take themselves too seriously are a joke in and of themselves!” He grinned, satisfied with himself. “I think you’re jealous of my hair."