@tarsyu : patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds. / reluctantly…skora | actions speak louder than words ( always accepting this one )᠂ ⚘ ˚
Laboring behind wide perimeter kill zones and airtight steel doors, RDA corporates get the least training to navigate Pandora’s volatile environment. While the nature of the former director’s subdivision necessitated her acclimation to fields beyond Bridgehead, her accompaniment of SecOps personnel and entombment inside established research sites assured a safer experience. Without protectors, unarmed, and sans courageous character, Brianne can only rely on her lanky legs — legs that are not fast enough to outrun a viperwolf. If not for Skorakstxey and his skill with a spear-thrower, she would have sustained more than just the scrape of its claws.
Blind to the gashes lining her mid-back but not to the blood running down her sides or the sharp pain rising, Brianne strives to keep calm and still as she sits hunch on the forest floor, her wounded back exposed. The carcass of her vile assailant remains in her periphery. Ferals killed her before; they want to do so again.
Chin turns and glossy eyes corner to spare the briefest glance at her ever-judgmental Sarentu nemesis applying something akin to a patch on her back. Pointed ears remain pinned down as if drowning in the shame of being an inconvenience — an inconvenience going beyond the annoyance her presence always causes him.
“You must really hate this.” The murmur of her words breaks the monotony of her shaky short breaths; breathing any deeper is unbearable. “So do I. But I appreciate it nonetheless. Thank you.”
