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Tweak says, "Gottlegear, gottlegear,"

Ramola wants your chocolate (cocoatits) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2013-03-11 22:44:00

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ch: heir: erin finnigan, ch: swap: renee lupin, p: hoshi, p: tiffie

who renee and erin
what renee keeps her promises to rescue tiny empresses
where near homestead 1
when late evening, night
rating/status low and closed

She had barely stepped foot in her own homestead since arriving in the wilds. Renee needed to be by herself, away from everyone. This was all too much her and she did what she always did. She ran. Her future was going to hold so much pain and death. There was a hope in that future, but it was already slipping through her fingers since nothing made sense in this world. Those thoughts were plaguing her during her waking hours. That evening she had heard the faint roar in the distance and had barely managed to throw herself behind a boulder when the world seemed to explode around her.

Renee had passed out. The ringing in her ears woke her up, well that and the pain. Chaos. Everything was pure chaos around her. Casting magic while being unable to hear had been tricky, but she had managed to get most of her wounds under control. Her sweater had been sacrificed to use as bandages from her upper left arm and her left shin. The plan had been to just sit until she could hear again, but the journals had other plans. Renee couldn't sit still when Erin was in danger or lost.

This was a stupid move. She didn't care though, she was going to be selfish and do her best to make sure she didn't lose anyone else. Erin had been her friend when she had been younger. Her breathing came hard as she ran through the woods, tracking her younger friend and avoiding accidentally blowing herself up. Thank Merlina she was a werewolf! This was hard enough for her, a normal human probably would have passed out by now.

"ERIN," she yelled in a voice that was muffled to her own ears. Suddenly she stopped in her steps as she closed her eyes and breathed in deep. A low growl escaped her as she turned blindly towards the scent. She smelled Erin and someone else. A deeper growl escaped her before her eyes flew open. There. She crashed through the underbrush and pretty much slid down unto her knees, hard, right in front of Erin.

"Erin," she held her arms open wide in a motion for a hug. "Come here, pup."

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	mshedgehog 2013-03-12 05:20 pm UTC (link)
	Erin scrunched her nose up and grinned up at Renee. "You really truly think so?" She was sorry too. They had pushed and pulled and whirled and twirled her about. And now daddy was missing and she didn't have any crayons to make a lost daddy poster. Oh, boo. "Be gentle. He's hurt." With the rat cupped between her hands she showed her to Renee. "Can you fix him?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

cocoatits
2013-03-13 02:16 am UTC (link)

"Really truly think so," Renee reassured her. She gave her a grin and found herself wondering just how feral she had to look at the moment. Being in the wilds so long reminded her of her job for Dumbledore, the job where she acted less human. There were no werewolves to convince here, no, there was just the wilderness she had let herself get caught up in. Sneaking into the city would help calm her down, force her to be the Renee she knew she could be.

Her thoughts were ripped back to the present again as Pettigrew was brought closer. There might have been a moment where her lips pulled back from her teeth in a silent snarl, but she quickly ducked her head to hide that reaction from Erin. "I'll be super gentle, promise." She breathed out hard through her nose as she stared at the rat in Erin's hands. There were no major looking injuries and Pettigrew didn't seem to be in danger of croaking.

"Reepicheep looks like he got banged up, love." She chewed on her thumb slightly as she thought. "I think a nice blanket and a cuddle from Empress Erin will save him from any danger of dying." A piece of the destroyed sweater was pulled out and she quickly transfigured the tiny piece of fabric into a rat sized quilt. A slight warming spell was placed on the tiny quilt before she carefully placed the creation over Pettigrew. "He isn't broken broken."

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