12/8/2025, 10:17 PM
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The healer has the bloodiest hands.
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Vespero"Fafnir" Emotional Actions Thoughts
Vespero had moved from the northern part of the Briar back down towards the solitary tree, away from the forest; his abdomen ached and his back legs burned. Everything was moving in a blur as he tried to settle into a comfortable position; every movement made his abdomen twinge. Something screamed at him that it was time, but he didn't want to believe it. Did he truthfully believe this, or was it just another one of Fafnir's hallucinations?
A sharp ripple of pain made him sure it wasn't, though, ripping a growl of agony from his throat as he finally managed to lie down properly on his side. The nest he'd built was cold, probably from his days away and barely sleeping in it, pacing outside panicked about what would come of these pups.
Eventually the world seemed to blur, slipping from his grasp briefly, until a loud bark from Fafnir within his own ears startled him back awake. Grumbling, Vespero lifted his head and stared at his paws. Eventually instincts took over, and his teeth snapped onto a root that was within reach. He knew this would go by fast, but would he have the strength to handle the after?