The Fur House (Housemates FunRP Shenanigans)- Open to anyone!

[Alistair]

Alistair nudged towards something to bite on, rather than painkillers. His eyes darted to Tybalt's dead body, growling lowly.

[Cifero Windtail]

Ardys put her hands on her hips, then sighed and removed her tank top, rolling up and sticking it in Alistair's mouth. "There we go," she said, smoothing her fur out. A large purple bruise was forming on her stomach, slightly above her navel on her scar.

[Tim Siguire]

Lia woke up and looked around. "Huh?... why am I... what happened?"

[Alistair]

Alistair bit down on it with all his jaw power, waiting for every second until she began to attend to his wound.

[Cifero Windtail]

Moving quickly, Ardys/Andrys quickly removed the knife, holding Alistair steady. "It's okay," she said. "It's okay."

[Alistair]

Alistair spit the shirt out, looking toward the knife now that it was out of his neck; he leaned forward, sniffing it a bit.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

Crest- *crest blushes from the question* I d-dont know. *He says slightly embarrassed*

[Alistair]

Alistair wondered where everyone went, and he now had an open wound with no one to attend to it.

[Tim Siguire]

Tim walked up to Alistair andd hugged his face gently.


Hey, bud. Where'd that knife come from...?

[Alistair]

Alistair nudged his head toward the corpse of Tybalt, who had attacked him earlier when he was trying to defend the others.

[Tim Siguire]

Hm... well, let me help you with that.
Tim tore off a strip of his shirt and wrapped it around his neck, picking up some blood and applying pressure to slow it down.
Tim took his claw and cut his finger open, palm to fingertip, and slid it inbetween the strip and Alistair's gouge.
Because of the severity of the wound, it would take a couple minutes or more to completely heal since Tim can't control healing outside of his body.


Bear with me Alistair... your stab wound should heal within 5 minutes or less... depending on how deep and how well your body cooperates.


Tim pulled his finger away and it healed shut. He then pet Alistair and scratched his chin.
Thanks for wanting to keep me safe.

[Alistair]

Alistair scowled at you fixing his wound, he wanted to show you his way.

[Tim Siguire]

Oh, hey.. what'd I do? You don't want me to help?


Tim paused for a moment, confused.

[Alistair]

Alistair stood back, breathing out life essence from his mouth and nose; but it caused his cream stripes to deplete slightly.

[Tim Siguire]

Whoa
So that's why you scolded me. Tim smiled and pet his mane.
Well, I know what we can both agree on. Food! well.. maybe after a nap.