Who: Eden & Rose What: Eden has a boo-boo When: November 18th, evening after closing. Where: The Band-Aid Station Rating: Low (maybe some mention of blood) Status: Complete
It wasn’t often that Eden liked to admit that he was vulnerable, could be harmed or hurt by regular human things. He didn’t like to tap into that mortal part of himself considering that he felt he was above most other men because of his shifting ability. The idea that harm could come to him was not one he tantalized willingly; Eden rarely asked for help, either. He could be stubborn like his father was, a trait that hadn’t been beaten out of him during training. And yet he found himself in a predicament. A painful one.
Pressing a swath of cloth against a bare forearm Eden made his way to the Band-Aid station. The irritation was clear on his face in reference to the situation. Droplets of blood littered the ground leaving a trail. The lion had gotten him pretty good (and to be honest Eden had probably deserved it).
Training big cats was no walk in the park. Before joining the circus his experience with large, wild animals was nil when they weren’t other shifters. He struggled to establish and maintain the top spot when it came to dominance over the cats. He was slowly gaining their trust. Tonight they’d managed to make it through the performance without incident, it was afterward, during the shuffle back toward their pens did the bite come. Eden had been trying to corral a stubborn male tiger and ended up with a good sized bite on the forearm. He did manage to get the large cat into the pen and get it locked up.
And now he was making his way to the medical area hoping that someone would be able to help. Scarring was not preferable. He had not been careless, he didn’t deserve blemishes on his perfect skin.
Sliding into the Band-Aid Station, Eden pressed the red, juicy cloth harder against the bite and looked around for someone that might be able to help.
The place seemed empty, which didn’t surprise him considering that the circus was closed. The crowds had gone. He hoped that he hadn’t come by too late, but they were prepared for incidences like this, right?
He was still in his performance attire, bare from the waist up and dressed in leather and fur from the waist down. Pulling the cloth away to examine the arm wound Eden didn’t realize that some strands at the bottom of his blonde hair were getting into the wound, turning the yellow strands bloody and red. This was not looking good.