five ✶ video;
[for those that watched a particular memory broadcast, the strange, skeletal- and mechanical-like armor shirley wears should be familiar. even still, her own leathery, dragon-like wings shouldn't be a surprised, at least. if one ever thought her an angel, it would certainly be one of death in this moment. because if not the armor, then the look in her eyes should be enough to suggest ruthlessness.]
The clinic remains a place of safety for those who seek it, but I ask if you are not injured, or are aiding those not injured, you direct them and yourself elsewhere. To the patrol's headquarters, perhaps. The surrounding area of the clinic, though, is safe, if that is too far. If you are capable of even the slightest healing - the clinic requires able hands, and your aid will be greatly appreciated.
And if you wish to make a ruckus in this sanctuary...
[the forge's screen changes focus, quickly, to a hellcat a meter or so away. it stalks out from an alley, briefly unaware of shirley, but only briefly; it seems pleased, then, predatory, but that could be the natural formation of its teeth and open mouth. it lunges forward - and then, a beam of light shoots it down, quick and starling. check out that explosion. ...and the fact nothing is left of the hellcat.
an oversized paw-like and largely clawed limb stamps down, silved-colored and almost mechanical like shirley's armor, as the creature responsible comes into complete view. words can barely describe this oddity.]
Let that be a warning.
[DRAGONS, THEY'RE FUCKING USEFUL.]
The clinic remains a place of safety for those who seek it, but I ask if you are not injured, or are aiding those not injured, you direct them and yourself elsewhere. To the patrol's headquarters, perhaps. The surrounding area of the clinic, though, is safe, if that is too far. If you are capable of even the slightest healing - the clinic requires able hands, and your aid will be greatly appreciated.
And if you wish to make a ruckus in this sanctuary...
[the forge's screen changes focus, quickly, to a hellcat a meter or so away. it stalks out from an alley, briefly unaware of shirley, but only briefly; it seems pleased, then, predatory, but that could be the natural formation of its teeth and open mouth. it lunges forward - and then, a beam of light shoots it down, quick and starling. check out that explosion. ...and the fact nothing is left of the hellcat.
an oversized paw-like and largely clawed limb stamps down, silved-colored and almost mechanical like shirley's armor, as the creature responsible comes into complete view. words can barely describe this oddity.]
Let that be a warning.
[DRAGONS, THEY'RE FUCKING USEFUL.]