03-03-2023, 09:11 PM
An agonized roar far in the distance reached the large ears of Conrad first, causing the bunny to turn to his wolf brother. "You here that?" he questioned. Clyde merely looked down. The canine offered a confused expression and shrugged. It appeared he had not. Conrad, curious as always, craned his small head. Something was wrong. After some back and forth with prodding from Conrad, the two decided to depart away from what they were doing and head towards the unknown noise.
With Conrad lazily sprawled out on his back, Clyde arrived to the scene of the crime first. Green eyes locked onto the infected wound immediately. While Clyde remained calm, Conrad's blue eyes locked onto Brutei's infected leg and he started to gag at the sight. The rabbit was not hemophobic, but the swollen appearance of Brutei's infected wound was frankly disgusting to see. In an attempt to stop his visceral reaction, Conrad stuck his head into the wolf's neck and buried his head in his fur.
Once Conrad was sorted with, Clyde let out an aggravated sigh. "Seems like you're in a predicament, eh?" he questioned. With Byriath, Romulus, and Saturn out of the ring, that left Plexus as the only one who could assist. At the moment, the plague doctor seemed to be elsewhere. Maybe they'd show their face by a grace of god, but the pessimistic wolf doubted it. After all, it looked like they were in charge with the disappearances and the kingpin's downfall.
Shaking his head, somewhat shaking his brother and causing the rabbit to grip onto his neck harder, he continued. "Unfortunately, you're out of luck," the wolf commented slyly. "Clyde, you can at least try to be positive for once," came a muffled voice from behind his head. "What? It's not like you're helping, queasy," Clyde barked back.
Clyde's green eyes looked closer at the other's leg to assess the damage. It appeared to be too far gone... to someone without medical knowledge. "So, what's it gonna be? Cutting it off?"
"NO!"
With Conrad lazily sprawled out on his back, Clyde arrived to the scene of the crime first. Green eyes locked onto the infected wound immediately. While Clyde remained calm, Conrad's blue eyes locked onto Brutei's infected leg and he started to gag at the sight. The rabbit was not hemophobic, but the swollen appearance of Brutei's infected wound was frankly disgusting to see. In an attempt to stop his visceral reaction, Conrad stuck his head into the wolf's neck and buried his head in his fur.
Once Conrad was sorted with, Clyde let out an aggravated sigh. "Seems like you're in a predicament, eh?" he questioned. With Byriath, Romulus, and Saturn out of the ring, that left Plexus as the only one who could assist. At the moment, the plague doctor seemed to be elsewhere. Maybe they'd show their face by a grace of god, but the pessimistic wolf doubted it. After all, it looked like they were in charge with the disappearances and the kingpin's downfall.
Shaking his head, somewhat shaking his brother and causing the rabbit to grip onto his neck harder, he continued. "Unfortunately, you're out of luck," the wolf commented slyly. "Clyde, you can at least try to be positive for once," came a muffled voice from behind his head. "What? It's not like you're helping, queasy," Clyde barked back.
Clyde's green eyes looked closer at the other's leg to assess the damage. It appeared to be too far gone... to someone without medical knowledge. "So, what's it gonna be? Cutting it off?"
"NO!"
"CONRAD SPEAKING" + "CLYDE SPEAKING"