Steadying sigh fled the mottled one’s lungs as he attempted to ready himself for the task at hand. It was nothing major just a simple patrol as practice in keeping watch for unlawful acts and yet anxieties still stirred over being asked to traverse these cobbles. Even worse, one wished for him to engage with any suspected of wrong doing! It would do a soul good they proclaimed, prepare him for what lie in store once his training was complete… but the boy lacked ambition. The army hardly something Edmond wished to be a part of - so even now he did the bare minimum despite knowing how eyes of his superior no doubt lingered upon him. Assurance that he would keep to the prepared course. Yet he paid little mind to those who traversed these paths alongside him as a crown ducked, mismatched gaze rarely rising to behold any who passed him by lest their voices rose in familiar scolding tones. Whether they lay issued toward he or another however remained a mystery; one he was unwilling to solve as a trail merely shifted away from the unknown. It wasn’t like they were doing anything wrong with yelling and when it came down to it the speckled hound did not wish to be perceived. That gangly frame weaving between souls just as lost for the sooner he made it back to the rendezvous point, the sooner he could proclaim this mission as ‘complete’ - even if his Lieutenant would disagree with such a statement. There were always other days to please, to ensure that he was not the failure a father foresaw him as without the rigorous guidance provided within the militia. It was all so, so… a thought he was unable to finish as swiftly focus fell outward as a sudden jolt coursed through his hide. Once careful step faltering as it took everything in his power to subdue the frantic urge to leap out of his skin upon the sudden thunk that had fallen against him. Wild eyes drawn to a crumbled heap of feathers upon the pavement. Ears preening back as a mix of curiosity and concern brought eyes to linger, a menagerie of colors bleeding against one another in dazzling display. Though with it came worry that perhaps the creature had been far more hurt by its fall than just the quickening of a panicked heart as he suffered. No matter how he wished to help though, Edmond knew next to nothing over caring for birds. Such fragile little creatures they were, stirring fear that he may only hurt it further. Yet such fretting did not stop the way a nose ducked to nudge at it, hope lingering that it was merely missing a few feathers rather than laying plagued with anything more serious. |
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So lost was he that barely had one captured the way another shrieked. Everything had happened so suddenly and set alarm bells ringing, a mind on high alert as the hound’s heart fluttered upon a hummingbird beat. What was he supposed to do? What could he do in a situation like this? Questions that could never be answered when he felt frozen in time like this. Half-toned gaze fixated upon the fragile creature now splayed against the earth, unable to tear his eyes away from the way feathers fanned. How they loosened and scattered about a twisting hide though merely staring at the stained beasted would provide no aid. Something had to be done or rather he at least needed to try. Edmond nearly thought to scoop the bird delicately into his jaws, whisk it away to a superior’s meet up point as if he may hold the answers sought but all action lay halted as far more delicate phrase broke through the fog threatening to cloud thoughts. His nose barely brushing to soft plumage before jerking back just as suddenly, swiftly righting himself as focus whirled to face the unknown in a new found panic. A heart leaping in his chest as a mouth hung agape, attentions flickering and dancing over one who bore a monochromatic pelt with a sharp blaze cutting through it. Though far more captivating where the soft worrisome hues which peered out to greet not he but rather the dove each seemed so desperate to attend to in their own ways. No matter how each also faltered in such acts. Ears lightly preened toward his skull as ever fluttering anxieties encircled him, nerves swallowed back in the presence of one entirely unknown. If she was here to help he had to at least give her that chance. The uncertainty, the hesitance in her voice one he attempted to ignore as he clung to the hopes that perhaps she were just as frazzled as he when coming upon the scene. Attempting to steady himself a slow breath was taken through his nose and released the moment before lyrics chased after it, “To stop the bleeding?” It was only logical though could pressure be applied to an avian in the same way? That he didn’t know. In glimpses through his mother’s library he vaguely recalled mentions of clotting powders though the word for it escaped him. Even if it could be remembered it wasn’t like he carried such a thing on him and there lingered doubt that some random wolfess did either. Maybe she knew the word for it though? If they put their heads together maybe something could be done. “Pressure? Medical powders? Bandages?” Questions rattled off as he began to lose focus on reality, fretting becoming both an internal and external struggle. Trying not to trip over his own tongue or stammer, “Would any of those work on a, on a b-bird?” |
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