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Aine's ears flattened against her skull. Four... Seven... Eight. She felt sick. Tired. Did zey really think being the first to attack proved zem more loyal? It just proved zey had the most bloodlust.
Run to Elysium? The Pitt had been her home for more than a year. But zey didn't know her. Zey didn't her know her father. Not really. And zey don't even care, do zey?
And now zey were ignoring the fact someone was unconscious? With injuries that could be serious? Aine may be frustrated, furious, that Atticus attacked Ry, but that didn't make his wounds less important to fix. "He cares more... 'an I care more. About my clanmates' health, than your stupid claim to power." Which no one but an outsider was baking zem for.
"If you- if you were really so loyal, it'd matter more to you too." She muttered. "But like I said. You don't. You don't care."
The petite fae flinched at the sound Chernabog's second screech. Loud. Too loud. She grit her teeth, flicking an ear as the dragon took off. It was senseless. She had that right.
She'd follow her father's wordless command without hesitation, trotting up to the unconscious feline. His breathing... "... I thin- I think his ribs..."
"We need to get him to the temple."
Ry too. She glanced at her best friend, antsy of the fresh injuries. Fresh blood. Furious. At Stryker. At Vale. This was no place for an argument. Four... Seven... Eight.
[/td][/tr][/table]Run to Elysium? The Pitt had been her home for more than a year. But zey didn't know her. Zey didn't her know her father. Not really. And zey don't even care, do zey?
And now zey were ignoring the fact someone was unconscious? With injuries that could be serious? Aine may be frustrated, furious, that Atticus attacked Ry, but that didn't make his wounds less important to fix. "He cares more... 'an I care more. About my clanmates' health, than your stupid claim to power." Which no one but an outsider was baking zem for.
"If you- if you were really so loyal, it'd matter more to you too." She muttered. "But like I said. You don't. You don't care."
The petite fae flinched at the sound Chernabog's second screech. Loud. Too loud. She grit her teeth, flicking an ear as the dragon took off. It was senseless. She had that right.
She'd follow her father's wordless command without hesitation, trotting up to the unconscious feline. His breathing... "... I thin- I think his ribs..."
"We need to get him to the temple."
Ry too. She glanced at her best friend, antsy of the fresh injuries. Fresh blood. Furious. At Stryker. At Vale. This was no place for an argument. Four... Seven... Eight.
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