by ThatPersonWithaFace » Wed Oct 23, 2013 11:50 am
Adonis wrapped up Mercy's wounds quickly, adding special herbs to ease the pain and keep anything from getting infected. He looked up as Raven came back and gave her a smile as he picked up one of the rabbits, "Thank you." He pulled a scalpel out of his bag and pressed it into the throat exactly where the carotid artery was and then slipped one hand under Mercy's head and lifted it up gently then held the rabbit over her mouth so that the blood would drip down into her throat without too much effort on her part. He glanced over at Shaun and frowned a bit, he wasn't in any better shape and it appeared he'd used all his strength to get Mercy to safety. He needed to finish this quickly.
Draven nodded, "Agreed." As the man went to check on the woman Draven moved forward towards Landry and Corbin.
Corbin growled at the older brute, "We can take them out now, there will be two less hunters for us to worry about."
"No," Draven snapped at Corbin, he hated to be so forceful with his friend but he knew if he wasn't Corbin's hatred for humans would take over. "This is about more than wolf versus hunter. A lot more is at stake and your grudges won't help anything. Move out."
Corbin growled again and flattened his ears but followed after Draven anyway.
Althaia came in a moment later with a tray of food. She smiled when she saw Angel sitting up, "Oh, you're awake, that was a lot sooner than I expected. Hungry?" she asked as she walked over with the tray.
Aghana laughed softly as she released Nuri's reigns then climbed up on her own horse and guided him over next to Rama. "Okay, just give her a gentle squeeze with your calves like I said and we'll walk out to the corral.
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But in the corner, at the cold
hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with
rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth,
leaning against the wall--frozen to
death on the last evening of the old
year. Stiff and stark sat the child
there with her matches, of which
one bundle had been burnt.
"She wanted to warm herself,"
people said. No one had the
slightest suspicion of what
beautiful things she had seen;
no one even dreamed of the
splendor in which, with her
grandmother she had entered
on the joys of a new year.
Pet's name: The Little Match Girl