InsaneJournal

WHO: Guardians
WHAT: Post-Wolf fight
WHERE: Center of town
WHEN: Full moon


A werewolf was not something Nebula had ever encountered in her travels throughout the universe, she had seen many things, been many places, but a Terran that shape shifted and took on the form of a wolf in the night was new to her. And though she was still a little achey and should perhaps have continued her hydration regiment with her sister, she had been among those in the center of town during the full moon, just to be certain that the wolf would not do undo harm.

Things had not gone - well.

Her aches when it was all finished had more to do with the torn metal and wiring in her shoulder than any sickness, adrenaline had fueled her to jump into the fray and it had cost her. But she was not irreparably damaged. And in the end the wolf had been contained, it was some kind of victory, but not one that left her feeling eager to celebrate. Both because of the damage she had sustained but also she knew that the wolf was one of their own too.

It was not a victory to be celebrated. Her damaged arm hung useless at her side as she made her way to her sister after things had settled down, "Gamora," She worried for her sister, wanting to make sure that above all her sister was safe. "Quill," She might not care for Quill in the same way that she did for her sister, but she did not want him to come to harm either.