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Of Nakarusses and ButterfliesNacaruss (NA-KA-Roos)
1. A medic on the field of battle.
The one that could patch you up just well enough to continue fighting or make it back to base and get a proper healing session done.
Zel would normally stay in the shop for battles, So Moon was always the field medic. She knew CPR, First aid for lacerations, burns, broken bones, massive exhaustion, dehydration, overheating, you name it and she could fix you up just well enough to put you back in battle.
Sage was motionless, Moon's mind had immediately gone Nacaruss mode. Derek has rushed over and held Sage in his arms. She surged forward and could barley see Zel from her peripheral vision. Derek was in the way. She and Zel needed space. She shrieked for Derek to get out of the way as She and Zel skirted on either Side of Sage. Derek refused to move so they had to work around him.
She could see Zel's hands scramble over Sage as she checked for wounds and she gently placed two fingers under his jaw, feeling for the pulse of his art
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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