02-15-2023, 11:32 PM
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Teleporting always took a lot out of him.
Teleporting with your dying brother laying somewhere out in the open waiting like a meal for carrion? Twice as stressful. He’d never forgotten a location to teleport back to before, though for some reason he couldn’t help but think he was going to forget where he’d stashed his dying brother.
Diego hadn’t returned to the isle for a very, very long time. It seemed eons, though in truth he hadn’t actually been alive as long as that, as much as it would seem like it.
The walls of the Guru’s Sanctuary were both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time; it had been a long time, like he’d mentioned already, since he’d come here.
He wasn’t here to stay, though. The Coalition wasn’t for him, as much as he might mingle to watch his brother’s health recover, slowly. Inevitably, Diego was a lone wolf; figuratively, of course. Groups were not for him.
The red lion was attempting to be careful as he ransacked the sanctuary for any herbs he recognised and thought could help, but well, he was indeed… ransacking the sanctuary. He’d apologise later. Maybe.
At last, he found what he was looking for; chervil. Actually, was chervil used to stop infections or for wounds that were already infected? Oh, he wasn’t sure… It would have to do. Any second now someone was going to hear the commotion and come looking… Or, you know, he’d return to a dead brother. Whichever happened first.
Thankfully, Rom wasn’t far. Close enough for Diego to sneak through the village (hopefully) unseen with the things he’d acquired. In fairness, he was only just outside of the village himself. Quite obviously, Die couldn’t figure out whether or not he wanted someone to catch him. If they did, he’d probably be dead before Rom recovered, which meant Rom himself wouldn’t kill him… Always a plus. But if he did he’d be dead and, well, that’s not always great, is it?
The younger of the two set to work leaning over his brother’s limp body, coating the wounds he could see in a thick, green, disgusting looking poultice that… Might help? Hopefully? Die wasn’t an expert, okay, and it had been a while since he’d seen injuries of this caliber, give him a break.
Once his wounds were bound tight enough he finally sat down, looking over the both familiar and unfamiliar face of the older brother. He pursed his lips and shook his head, sighing heavily.
“Trust you to go and get yourself all fucked up.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. He eyed the somewhat shoddy looking bandage around Rom’s neck apprehensively; “Look, if that thing is strangling you I’m sorry, but like, I couldn’t even tell if you had an injury there cus your mane is so thick- no, I’m not jealous, so don’t say anything like that-“
Teleporting with your dying brother laying somewhere out in the open waiting like a meal for carrion? Twice as stressful. He’d never forgotten a location to teleport back to before, though for some reason he couldn’t help but think he was going to forget where he’d stashed his dying brother.
Diego hadn’t returned to the isle for a very, very long time. It seemed eons, though in truth he hadn’t actually been alive as long as that, as much as it would seem like it.
The walls of the Guru’s Sanctuary were both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time; it had been a long time, like he’d mentioned already, since he’d come here.
He wasn’t here to stay, though. The Coalition wasn’t for him, as much as he might mingle to watch his brother’s health recover, slowly. Inevitably, Diego was a lone wolf; figuratively, of course. Groups were not for him.
The red lion was attempting to be careful as he ransacked the sanctuary for any herbs he recognised and thought could help, but well, he was indeed… ransacking the sanctuary. He’d apologise later. Maybe.
At last, he found what he was looking for; chervil. Actually, was chervil used to stop infections or for wounds that were already infected? Oh, he wasn’t sure… It would have to do. Any second now someone was going to hear the commotion and come looking… Or, you know, he’d return to a dead brother. Whichever happened first.
Thankfully, Rom wasn’t far. Close enough for Diego to sneak through the village (hopefully) unseen with the things he’d acquired. In fairness, he was only just outside of the village himself. Quite obviously, Die couldn’t figure out whether or not he wanted someone to catch him. If they did, he’d probably be dead before Rom recovered, which meant Rom himself wouldn’t kill him… Always a plus. But if he did he’d be dead and, well, that’s not always great, is it?
The younger of the two set to work leaning over his brother’s limp body, coating the wounds he could see in a thick, green, disgusting looking poultice that… Might help? Hopefully? Die wasn’t an expert, okay, and it had been a while since he’d seen injuries of this caliber, give him a break.
Once his wounds were bound tight enough he finally sat down, looking over the both familiar and unfamiliar face of the older brother. He pursed his lips and shook his head, sighing heavily.
“Trust you to go and get yourself all fucked up.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes. He eyed the somewhat shoddy looking bandage around Rom’s neck apprehensively; “Look, if that thing is strangling you I’m sorry, but like, I couldn’t even tell if you had an injury there cus your mane is so thick- no, I’m not jealous, so don’t say anything like that-“
roleplayed by sykes