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Lan Jingyi (AU) ([personal profile] jingyeets) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere 2022-01-28 04:18 am (UTC)

Jingyi can't help that by sheer bulk, he hovers as Esteban ties her up, answering his question swiftly, fur bristling down his long spine.

"No, I'm hearing too many. We can drop them by the medical tents, they might need it after. We will," he says, blunt and factual, smelling blood in the air, but no urine, no voided bowels, as of yet no death.

"Here, step back." Jingyi hops his front legs up, catching himself on air as he lifts his chest and paws so he can form a particular seal. It's crude, coming from talons, but after he forms it, the refugee gasps, coughs, then sighs out, wheezing an exhalation into abrupt slumber.

One paw returns to the ground, talons thudding against dirt in a quiet tempo.

"That won't last long, but it'll let her rest while we move her." Living deadweight, that he reaches for with such gentle, deliberate care, as if to scoop her into a hold with his claws. He's of a size to manage it, at the least. "Then we must join the rest in disarming them. Or interrupting this compulsion."


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