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Miana twinged at the sound of some stupid distant yelling, and it was keeping her awake. "ah....you have got to be kidding me! cant a girl take a nap?" she said while getting up and walking in the direction she had heard the distant sounds from. they were very small, but with her antennae, it was so easy for her to hear things that not even a person could hear, only something a dog could hear. which is why she hated dog whistles.
 
(He's only badly injured on his wings which are folded on his back... so I imagine her carrying him like a potato sack :D)
Warren sighed and closed his eyes. each step jarring his wings slightly, but he didn't complain, it was much less painful then walking. At this point, he was feeling dizzy, and slightly sick to his stomach from blood loss, added to the pain in his wings. Randomly, he hoped that he wasn't bleeding on Mel or anything because that would be weird. (His brain slowly descending into shock.)
 
(Warren's still older and taller isn't he? I don't see how they'd weight about the same. But he just proved that he doesn't really give a whole darn about the pack. It'll be harder to trust him won't it? True true it's not liked he helped out the erasers.) Jeremy nodded gratefully to Mel and followed behind them.
 
(He's only badly injured on his wings which are folded on his back... so I imagine her carrying him like a potato sack :D)
Warren sighed and closed his eyes. each step jarring his wings slightly, but he didn't complain, it was much less painful then walking. At this point, he was feeling dizzy, and slightly sick to his stomach from blood loss, added to the pain in his wings. Randomly, he hoped that he wasn't bleeding on Mel or anything because that would be weird. (His brain slowly descending into shock.)


Mel hoped she wasn't hurting him or anything, but he needed medical attention, and the closest place he could get that was at their camp. She started going a bit faster, going into a fast walk, so it would be as fast as a jog, but it would be smoother.

((Yes, Leanna, she's planning on serving me to you guys... you like raw human guts, right?))
 
Mel hoped she wasn't hurting him or anything, but he needed medical attention, and the closest place he could get that was at their camp. She started going a bit faster, going into a fast walk, so it would be as fast as a jog, but it would be smoother.

((Yes, Leanna, she's planning on serving me to you guys... you like raw human guts, right?))
Warren blinked as she seemed to slow, assuming that they had reached the camp. Lifting his head slightly, he looked around, he saw a few people there. He shifted his left wings again because they couldn't seem to get comfortable with his right wings, which were probably taking up more room, or were in a much more awkward position now that they were injured. He gritted his teeth against the throbbing in his wings, that had increased when Mel started carrying him.
 
Mel took him to their sleeping area of the camp, dumping him on his stomach on her own sleeping bag. She didn't really care if he got blood on it; it was old and falling apart already. From nearby, she grabbed their first-aid pack. "Can you open your wings? They're hurt, right?" she told him, trying to figure out where he was injured. She didn't really care if the other members of the Pack were staring, this guy needed help, and she didn't know where the Flock was.
 
Warren grunted slightly as he hit the ground, at least she had the foresight not to throw him on his back. Gingerly, he began to stretch his right wings out, they were massive, larger than any others (20-21 ft wingspan {his mutation is having a larger wingspan!}) and there were four of them. Wincing slightly, he began to stretch where the bullet had hit his wings. Cringing inside to see how much blood was on his wings.
 
Jeremy sat leaning against a wall while watching Mel perform. He hated seeing Warren in pain. He was his only friend and couldn't imagine if anything worst were to happen to him.
 

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