MEDIC!!! //p, orion

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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[member=1]Orion[/member]

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He really hadn't wanted to do this but Aine was missing and his son still wasn't waking up. Taking a glance at As' sleeping form he let out a small sigh and slung the pack over his shoulder. Inside contained jewlery, golds and silvers. A bribe, in hopes of fixing him. Since he hated Tanglewood and Aphra was in the Coalition he wanted nothing to do with them. So he turned his gaze on the next best target, the Typhoon.
Slipping out of the Pitt was easy, getting across the waters to the other territory too. Now all he was missing was a medic he could bring back. Sat at the shore, hidden behind some rocks, waited for somebody to come by but shielded his scent.

#psychosocial.

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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A voice, approaching, hesitant and slow. The panther studied the form the voice belonged to, detected no threat. Surprise flickered across his face, briefly as the male caressed his chin, lifting his cranium. The panther chuckled, a deep, throaty sound, adding a purr to his voice. "I'm looking for a healer for my son. Ours is... missing, and I'm afraid my knowledge doesn't extend towards healing. You know anyone that could help?" His tail gently reached out to brush against the other's flank.

#psychosocial.

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

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So he wanted to flirt? Alright, Jor didn't mind. He watched slowly as the other examined his body, looking at his scars. He chuckled. "Like what you see?" A gentle tease and Alexandre pulled his tail close. Jor could've done a thousand things to get him to back off but instead he took a step forwards so their muzzles almost touched, helped by the pulling of Alexandre. Orange optics looked into his after scanning his body one last time. A coo that he could help, twirling Jor's tail, then asked what he would receive. From his back, previously hidden from view from Alexandre, the panther used a gentle gust of air to lift the pouch filled with golden jewelry. He dropped it slowly on the floor, allowing the contents to spill out. "And a night with me, if you wish." He murmured quietly, a seductive grin on his maw.

#psychosocial.