The Grangor

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James's mouth quivered a moment before breaking into a smile. "No... I guess not."
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"Teamwork, huh?" she winces as she shifts position.
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"Yeah." James grinned, though it looked more like a wince. Everything hurt at the moment. "I didn't realize how much I missed it. Teamwork, that is."
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"You used to be part of a group, I take it."
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James nodded, still keeping his eye on her wounds. "Yes... though my most recent group endeavors have been... less than desireable. But a few years ago I used to be a soldier, not much unlike you."
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"What was your cause, then, as a soldier?" Tasha grabs another rag and puts it on top of the last one as it bleeds through, grimacing in pain.
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James fell silent, and his attention was taken by her movement, and the rags in his hands getting wet with her blood. His brows furrowed, and he grabbed more rags, then re-applying them to her wounds with pressure. It wasn't until a good moment after of him closely observing the cuts that he began to talk again, but he still paid close attention to her bleeding, hoping it would stop soon.

"I was... in the royal guard. At the time, the kingdom was enjoying an era of peace. Still is at the present moment. We had no wars to be fought then... but... there were rumors of wars. Plans for them, tensions between the neighboring kingdoms... of course, I'm not involved now though..."
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"Ah. For us, it's quite the opposite: we're in the middle of a full-blown war."
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"That's sure what it sounds like." James said with a small huff of a laugh. He tilted his head as he slowly lifted pressure off of one of the cuts and looked under the rag. It seemed like the blood was finally clotting, but he reapplied the pressure quickly just to be sure. It looked like it needed a little more time.

He sighed, "...the grangor really got you good, didn't it."
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"Damn kitty moved too fast," she growls, wincing involuntarily as he moves the rag. "Covington will sure be miffed about the uniform."
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James's brows drew together in concern at her wince, but he otherwise tried to remain calm. "I'm sure they can forgive a soiled uniform for something like this. It wasn't like you were looking to get in a fight with a giant feline... I mean, til you found yourself here, that is."
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"No, just horse-sized canids," she answers, her mouth curving into a slight smile.
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"Hah. So it seems." James replied simply, before taking another look at the wounds. The bleeding had finally stopped. James inwardly felt great relief on Tasha's behalf, and reached for her disinfectant that she'd provided.

"It looks like it's time for this now." He knew it would not be pretty. It would sting like hell but it had to be done.
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She just nods in answer. She's done it before, she'll do it again, but with wounds this deep...
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James bit his lip, and took a deep breath before he opened the bottle and, lifting the bloodied rags, began to pour it carefully over her wounds, trying to be thorough but sparing since she only had so much.
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.



For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein