Blood pooled out of it, dripping into the already stained dirt on the ground. Werewolf blood. She swallowed and climbed up toward the little ledge and she almost lost balance from what she saw. " Parker!" She gasped, " what the heck are you doing here!" She asked, knowing already he wouldn't answer
she scrabbled from her ledge as fast as she could and ran over to him, kneeling beside his stomach. Unfortunately, Maia didn't know much about healing. She flashed him a look that said, I-am-so-going-to-####-###-if-you-die-on-me.
"I've got a pocket full of poetry, got a head full of songs, a heart with wings. You couldn't tie me down to anything, and that's enough for me." -Pocket Full of Poetry
5000th post 8/3/13