Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20180227213644/@comment-25363089-20180327142125

''What is up with his legs?...Oh Flint just how badly did; This Heaven's Wraith group hurt you? ''Koray thought as he noticed his grandson's odd walking movement it was as if he was a baby again learning to walk for the first time. He then walked forward a bit so that Flint didn't have to walk as far.

Nickelae had a startled expression on his face upon seeing his cousin walking oddly. ''Daaang I know they tried to blow him up and all that..But did that explosion cripple him or something?..If so then wow you are tougher than me Flint. ''Nickelae thought proud of his cousin for being able to walk at all after what happened to him. Though he also had a pain of guilt as well. ''I should have interupted that meeting sooner.. ''Nickelae thought as he then turned his gaze away to ashame to watch instead he looked back outside.

Alyssa saw her brother turned away to which she sighed a bit and walked over to him. She set Iris down before bumping her brother with her tail. To which Nickelae bumped her with his shoulder a silent little coversation between siblings. ''Wanna go out and talk? Yeah. ''Is what they silently said to each other as Alyssa knelted down to Iris and told her.

"Mommy and Uncle Nickelae are gonna go outside for a bit sweetie. Stay with Daddy okay?". Alyssa eyed Iris who was still on the grumpy side for not being allowed to go outside and watch the fight. "....Fine". She told her mom before hugging her. With that the sibilings left the house.

Margrit was sitting down on the couch in the living while Hoshi started making some bandges and stuff for the two elders. Her way of staying out of the matter. She then went over to Margrit and asked her. "May I treat some of your wounds now? Mrs.Kojote?". To which Margrit simply nodded as she took off her tatter remain of her dress shirt. For Hoshi to properly treat all of her wounds.

Hoshi was a little stunned by Margrit's tattoo but subsided that surpise and focused on tending to Margrit's wounds dabbing some healing oinments to some minor cuts and bruises before stiching and sowing up the worst ones. Margrit winced and gritted her teeth is silent focusing her attention on the fire in the fire place instead to minize the pain.