the stray
male/any
thirty three
xxx, orre
bisexual
bar owner/keep
Senior ranger
Hold on don't look back, you know we're better, better than that
TAG WITH @evan
evan fader
[attr="class","evantalk"] It's not the tentacles. It's not the fact they grab for him. His mind stays mellow up until that moment when the fire begins to burn flesh and the smell. That god awful smell slipping into his lungs through the smoke in the air. His mimikyu uses her shadow to steady him, forcing him onto the psychic circles he almost falls from and the Musharna perks up, his pokemon on alert because they know even before he does. It's too much, he desperately wants nothing but to run in any direction away from the flame. It's innate, ingrained, a memory that's been clawed into him from years before and it doesn't matter that his mind has sought to forget it. Something tells him to run and to never look back. Keep going. Take no chances. The moment his pokemon guide him to solid ground he starts running and he doesn't look back. Sprinting forward on the path with little care for what's ahead of them because anything is better than facing the smoke and the gore. Off kilter, count your steps, get under control. 1,2,3,4. Every thump of his feet is another number in his head as he pushes past other bodies. He focuses on the shadows and the trees and the numbers and realizes people are being left behind. His foot falls slow. He breaths heavy. Counts again. Down from 10. "Fuck." His hands are shaking on his knees and he turns around anyway. His pokemon have followed him and offer a comfort he wasn't expecting. "Fuck." He counts his steps again, running back down the path to the one's they've left behind and looks for the ones that are hurt the worst. Someone has cleaned the air and he finds it easier now than before to stomach the scene they've all bore witness to. A swap of pokemon allows the cottonee to take the musharna's place. He starts with the stumbling Blake Wright "Cotton spores buddy." The little guy recognizes what his trainer wants of him and releases a series of cotton like spores to attach to the individual's arm without hesitation. Evan Looks at him with wide eyes, hands shaking on the pokemon as he holds him. "I'm sorry, it'll at least stop the bleeding. Someone said there's a castle down the path, head for it."He turns to the rest of the stragglers, seeking out those that might need what little he can offer and taking the chance to usher them forward towards the castle. >>so uh, anything bigger than a campfire freaks him out >>and burning tentacles is a no >>so good job >>Books it for the castle and regrets it once his head clears because what if there were people that needed help shit>>doubles back almost instantly and releases his Cottonee to use cotton spores to help with the bleeding. >>(shoulder Balder Schwartz lose a limb on his post he's welcome to some cotton spores too) [newclass=.evantalk b]color: #7d6484;[/newclass]
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