Till the Clutches of Death Come~Semi-Lit, Accepting.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"I'm not suggesting anything," replied Hellfire, her voice beginning to gurgle as blood dripped down the back of her throat. Crimson flowed from her legs, from her shoulder, from her severed left ear and the slash over her right eye. It flowed freely from the deep gouges on her flanks and the puncture wound just above her ribs. Patches of black and crimson fur were missing, and the skin underneath heaved as she fought for breath. "I am merely implying that if both of us die, this pack will not- cannot- survive."

[Fat Unicorn]

"Same us if one of us dies, scum," Ravarica snarled, catching sight of the pack healer as the Alphess completed yet another circle. "You - .. Tanga... you better heal Hellfire well..." the blood-covered female snarled at Tanga, gesturing to the fae in the middle. "Unless you want to end up like her."

((Argh, I hate Ravarica. *prods fae with stick*))

[The Royal Mirage]

Tanga's eyes lit up, despite the threat, and she nodded fervently. She scurried over, stopping just out of reach of the larger, bloodied fae. She wasn't sure if Hellfire would strike out at her if she tried to help and, frankly, she wasn't going to risk it. She'd wait until Hellfire either passed out or said she'd accept help.

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Username: Reaper-Of-Souls
Name of Wolf: Raikou
Age: 21 (dog years)
Gender: Male
Pack: Loner currently (Who ever find him first, I guess)
Rank Wanted: Omega
Crush: none
Looks (a description is ok): attached
Personality: Cold hearted, adaptable, his personality depends on whi is around him.
History: Raikou was abandonned as a pup, so nop matter how many sweet people are ariund him, he'll always be indifferfent in one way or another
Other: Blind, but extremely strong

[Wildmagic_warrior]

[Hellfire hates her too, if that's any consolation XD]

Hellfire glanced aside at Tanga, then locked her eyes on Ravarica once again. The alpha was leaving a little trail of blood behind her as she walked, and Hellfire couldn't help but be reminded of the slime trail that one finds in the wake of a very fat gray slug. As Tanga hurried over the fae flinched slightly and bristled, but forced herself to stop that foolishness. What was the healer going to do- stuff herbs down her throat until she died?

[The Royal Mirage]

((Tanga doesn't mind her - I think she's just happy to not be an omega though))

Tanga whined softly, Hellfire's wounds were bad. She barked to one of the warriors, wait, two, to help her get Hellfire to the med. den, since she was too small to do it herself. The two warriors flanked Hellfire, supporting her sides and helping her to the medicine den. Tanga then looked up at Ravarica. "I should look after yours, too," she said quietly, wanting her alpha to be okay.

[Wildmagic_warrior]

"Get off of me!" snarled Hellfire at the warriors, choking up blood and spitting it onto the ground beside her paws. What a sight she must look- right eye clenched shut and stuck that way with dried blood, left ear completely missing, black fur sticky with crimson blood. She growled again at the warriors, wetly because of the blood in her throat, and coughed again, hacking as she made her way into the cool medicine den. Away from the sharp eyes of the pack and the alpha, Hellfire finally gave in to the pain. Her legs gave way and she toppled, unconscious before she hit the bloodied dirt.

[Fat Unicorn]

((@ Reaper-Of-Souls, your wolf can't be 'extremely strong', as this is a normal wolf RP. He can be blind, though, I guess...))

Two copper-pelted warriors burst forward, eager to please whomever. They stood on either side of Hellfire, looking at Tanga nervously as Hellfire shouted at them and stormed away. Ravarica snarled, but agreed with a nod of her head, snapping a warrior who had come too close.

[The Royal Mirage]

Tanga huffed, holding a paw to her eyes. Really, some of the wolves were just too proud. Hellfire had needed help, she should have just accepted the fact. She smiled slightly when Ravarica agreed, and padded back to the med. den. She ducked into her storage area, frowning slightly. All the injured wolves were depleting her supplies, she'd either need an assistant or more hours in the day to collect more. She'd speak with Ravarica about it when she finished her job. She padded to the unconscious Hellfire, making her drink a watery medicine for wound healing. She pushed a wooden bowl of the same stuff to Ravarica before starting to clean out and wrap Hellfire's wounds. She couldn't fix the ear or the swipe over her eye but, knowing the fighters here, Hellfire would be pleased to show off the battle scars.

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((okay, but as strong as a blind wolf can be, im just saying reasonably strong))