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Post by ★Ryuujin★ on Jul 10, 2010 18:35:51 GMT -5
[I'll get a post up tonight. Sorry Mercy D:]
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Post by Sawyer on Jul 11, 2010 17:24:30 GMT -5
Ugh sorry guys, family emergency came up... If I don't get this post up by tonight go ahead and post over me. I hate to keep you guys waiting.
Edit: Ugh I know I'm asking alot guys, but I have most of my post done, but my mom's making me get off the comp. Give me one more day and I will have this post up or you can totally pass me over.
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Post by Teffi on Jul 12, 2010 12:06:46 GMT -5
Okie dokie, Mercy. Get it in by tommorow ^^[/size]
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Post by Sawyer on Jul 12, 2010 22:06:31 GMT -5
((So sorry for the wait guys, I don't deserve your patience >_> but here it is, I won't be able to make any replies until next monday cause I'll be out of town. )) ((Oh and Kyouran xD it's not really a 'collar' he wears. It's a thin, military issue chain (http://blog.washingtonpost.com/inteldump/dogtag.jpg)) Remus Once a moment had passed to allow the young male to clear his head, Remus was surprised when a deep-throated snarl erupted from the dog’s throat directed towards him coupled with a look in his eyes that appeared to be laced with murder. The veteran didn’t flinch, but his muscles did contract beneath his skin, poising himself to dodge a defensive snap invoked by the sudden display of temper. Carefully, as he waited for him to make another move, the shepherd allowed his eyes to trace over his condition. The bullet wound in the lad’s leg looked like it felt worse than it appeared. He must’ve been bleeding for too long by this point as explained by the dazed expression he displayed before his outburst.
As Remus gazed at his face, he couldn’t help but notice the way his stare seemed to be fixated on his throat. A lesser dog may have dismissed this as a will to rip it out, but, daring to break his focus on the injured male, he threw a quick glance back towards his chest. Once again he was met with the sight of his military ID tags, hanging silently now, stilled by his lack of motion.
For the longest time, the trinkets had been a symbol of a past life, a distant memory and a reminder of a fatal mistake. Even after all these years it served as a reminder to him to never lose his focus and to always trust his instincts. Now it appeared that it was stirring some hidden vendetta behind the other canine’s eyes. The scent of his blood in the air as it seeped from the bullet wound made it reasonable why. Even with his former service to them, humans didn’t hold high favors in his eyes, at least not completely. There was only one human in his life that he ever trusted, and now that he was dead, no other man would be able to hold his respect. Especially if they pulled stunts that left the results lying at his feet as they did now.
It took the young dog a few moments to collect his state, and the war torn shepherd stood still and patient as he did so. Finally, as the male spoke, he was relieved to finally get some answers, “M-… my name… is Su-Subaru…” Nodding his head once, he allowed the male, who he now knew was called Subaru that he was listening. “I… am looking f-for my brother…” It was easy to tell by the pauses he took between relaying his information that his health was depleting by the minutes. Though Remus wanted to help him fast, he waited in silence while the he spoke. “I… don’t know these lands so well…the cliff…I think he fell…”
Remus turned his head, following Subaru’s gaze, looking carefully towards the precipice not far from where they stood. So Subaru had a brother? Between the gunshot wounds on the lad in front of him, and the broken story that he gave him that he could have gone over the cliff. However, before he had a chance to consider that the unfortunate boy might’ve perished if he fell over the cliff-side, a loud shout broke through the tense air. “SUBARU!”
Remus’ head snapped up so quickly it left the muscles in his neck sore from the sudden contraction. Eyes narrowed to the horizon, he searched for the source of the scream but whoever it was must still be out of sight range. When he glanced back down at Subaru, it appeared as though he had gone into the same state he’d found him in previously. Eyes closed, he hadn’t passed out, though he didn’t look far from doing just that, it was like he was concentrating on something. But what? Staying alive? Though that seemed like it would be a good idea, he wasn’t sure that was it.
One thing was for certain though. That bullet couldn’t stay in Subaru’s hind leg, or the infection would take him slower, yet more agonizing than the blood loss would. Remus knew how to do it too, at least there were a few things he was thankful to have learned in the military. The only problem was would Subaru let him get close enough to help him? Taking slow steps, he moved closer to him, and spoke in low tones, “Ve should have dat leg of yours looked at. I vas once trained to take bullets out of similar vounds like yours. Vill you allow? Den ve can see about finding your brother, eh?”
The authority in his voice molded from years in the military had often worked for him before. Some found it soothing, others intimidating. As he edged himself forward, careful though not hesitant, he hoped that Subaru would at least follow his advice and comply, less he injure himself further. If his brother was alive, he wasn't going to allow him to find his way back, waited on by a dead body.
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