05-25-2021, 02:18 AM
[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, PALE BLOOD, THE PITT, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Shit. The sight of the spike lodged into the kid's paw was awful, and Dante could only imagine that the pain Asmodeus was in. The cub was barely conscious, muttering things and even saying the name of his mother, who was... definitely not around. Unfortunately there wasn't much the hybrid could do here; he definitely wasn't a medic, and using drugs to numb the pain was likely not the solution here. Dante shuffled back, to stand close by Jormungand, to give Aine space. The one time he would likely respect her.[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]