Touch Base

[Kula]

After a cat larger than any she'd seen prior had barreled into the fray and dragged Kopa back to his comrades' retreat, Kula had found herself losing an all-new battle with herself. Adrenaline and rage dripped off of her as quickly as the blood she was losing, staining the sands surrounding her. Without their mettle steeling her backbone she'd felt a chill spread through her bones that left her weak and shaking. Pain washed in waves through her skull and the rent flesh of her eye.

Oh Great Spirit, her eye--

Kula had lifted a trembling paw towards her face, breath hitching in a sobbing gasp. There was no bloodlust to distract from the sparking star of pain in her face anymore. It burned. Breaths coming in quick hyperventilation Kula had turned as though to stumble towards her allies, babbling for Nasira, the only point of authority that the young lioness knew present.

She recalled the ground lurching out from beneath her as her turn became a tumble to the earth.

Kula had half-roused to whimper and rise as someone had tied a pad of torn fabric about her head in a makeshift pad to stifle the heavy flow of blood from her ruined eye. Too large an animal for any present to carry she'd had to manage half-rising to unsteady paws and stagger to the rendezvous point. Vaguely aware of shifting presences around her the bloodied feline leaned against whatever soldier she could manage as the victorious forces made their way to the portal that would take them home.

Once the cool tiles of Agrabah rested beneath her pawpads Kula slumped to the ground, head on her paws and energy spent.

[Mystic]

Shere Khan had left mystic in a bleeding slump when Clopin had called for the rouges to retreat. She watched as the rouges and freedom fighters both retreated, leaving the Blackbloods victorious. Mystic however, couldn't bring herself to celebrate.
She was covered in scratches and bite marks, she had the crap beat out of her by the other tiger, she felt ashamed that he managed to get the upper hand on her so easily.

After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, trying to lick her wounds, she stumbled to her paws, and had quickly noticed the state her friend was in. Mystic had quickly moved to support Kula, ignoring the stinging pain of her own injuries.
"Hang in there Kula," Mystic muttered, her voice sounding hollow and tired even to her own ears.

Once the group was back in Agrabah, Mystic felt Kula slump to a heap beside her. Blue eyes filled with worry, and she let out a roar, which wasn't as loud as she'd have liked, giving the sharp pain in her chest from the bite wound,
"MEDIC! We need a medic!"

[Perthmail]

He honestly was in no position to be doing jack or shit. After the event with Maleficent a few days ago the only thing Perthmail wanted to do was stay on the straight and narrow. Keeping well out of trouble, but as always trouble seemed to call his name. This time literally. He had been walking down the long corridor when the presence of magic made Perthmail pause. His blue and black gaze focused on the portal and out came Mystic and Kula. His body tensed, quickly looking around for help but there was none. Edgar was probably nowhere nearby and he doubted Kula would hold together too well for much longer. She appeared to be on a rapid decline.

He didn't hesitate to head over to them. The demon mage quickly knelt beside Kula, assessing the damage littering her body. The dull sting of pain ripping through his own back as he did so. It felt like every movement he did as of late was agony, but it only got unbearable when the kid was around. He was silently thankful he wasn't around for the moment. His hands gently cupped the lionness' face. Dark brows knitting together. He didn't care for her father much, but Perthmail had found himself growing found of the many cats that roamed around Agrabah. Kula was one of them.

So her current state pissed him right off. "Damnit." He cursed lowly. He gently set her jaw back on the cool ground before he ran his fingers through his hair. He could get Edgar but...

He doubted that creepy bastard would bring her much comfort. "Easy, easy I- shit- I can help but it's not exactly- well, ethical I guess?" He shrugged his shoulders. Speaking was not his forte in moments of panic, he was usually a man of action when shit like this went down. "I don't think Edgar's going to be able to help with her eye- it's- It's completely destroyed."

[Scar]

Scar paced the Palace gardens silently. His ears were pinned back against his skull and his tail lashed from side to side as if it had a mind of its own. The older lion had never been particularly good at dealing with his emotions but the worry he felt for his daughter was growing to be near impossible to bear. 

While Scar knew that this wouldn't be Kula's first fight, nor her last, he still couldn't help but worry about his daughter's safety. So when he finally heard that the forces which had gone to fight had returned, Scar was quick to bound from the gardens to greet the returning fighters.

What Scar hadn't been expecting, however, was to be greeted by the sight of Kula slumped against the ground with blood oozing and congealing around her eye. The dark tan-furred lion skidded to a halt mere metres from his daughter's prone form, bright green hues focused only on the four deep gashes marring Kula's face. Rage boiled in the pit of Scar's stomach and the black-maned lion quickly whirled around to snap at Mystic.

"What happened?!" 

He knew that snapping at Mystic wasn't the best method of gathering information but at that moment the older lion didn't care; he was beyond furious and he wanted to know who the hell was responsible for his daughter being hurt. He almost lashed out at Perthmail as the demon mage came to kneel beside his daughter but managed to refrain from doing so. 

Instead, the old lion moved to settle beside his daughter, pressing close to her to comfort her as much as he could. When Perthmail revealed that her injured eye was completely destroyed another loud and furious hiss left Scar's throat and his tail thrashed against the cool stone like a beheaded snake's body going through the last throes of death. 

Whoever had hurt his daughter would pay dearly for this. He would make sure of it. 

[Owl]

Owl’s back legs had healed over with what appeared to be a crusty black scab. And it was just that, a fairly fresh scab, still raw beneath, so she moved stiltedly to avoid reopening the claw marks. Owl was still perfectly capable of getting around, if fairly slowly. Even when they returned to Agrabah, Owl was salty about being attacked for what she saw as no damn reason. But this eventually faded from her mind once she became aware, as likely the most able person to return from the fight, that it was her responsibility to do something.

“I’m a healer,” she said suddenly and as-a-matter-of-factly, walking toward the fallen lioness.

Normally she would have sat down to get to work, but making such a movement would probably rip up her scab, so she remained on all four paws.

“I just need the right ingredients.”

Her large eyes squinted as she seemed to be thinking something over, then she leaned forward somewhat.

“Okay, I need red toadstools and--”

Suddenly from behind, Owl was picked up off the ground. Kattz, in his ghoul form, lifted the large cat off the ground and held her close with all the ease of if she’d been a house cat. Only the end of Owl’s tail remained on the floor.

“Dad, I’m fine,” Owl pouted.

[Mystic]

Mystic's ears flattened against her skull at the sound of Scar's bellowing voice, but she was too exhausted to put up with any attitude from him at the moment. Her own body was aching, and although she wasn't in quite as bad shape as Kula, she was still bleeding from the scratch marks on her face, as well as the bite marks on her chest, the blood starting to clot and cling to her fur.

"The Freedom Fighters and the Rouges were also at the supply route, a skirmish broke out," She explained, sitting down on the floor to steady herself as the world started swaying around her,
"Kula had gone after someone... another lion, I think? I couldn't really see what was going on, but from what I could tell, he was young, maybe a few months younger than Kula and Nuka?"
She stopped to take a breath, her chest tightening from the pain,
"I didn't get a good look at him, all I could see was a red mane. I was too busy trying not to get clawed to death by a crazy tiger."

[Kula]

Ever an attentive mate Sarafina had remained close to Scar's side as the eldest female of their sizable brood had made her way out on her first real mission amongst the Blackblood army. Attempts to persuade him to take a more relaxed position to wait having failed the lioness had finally settled to watch the male counterpart of their amorous trio pace about, though her eyes trailed after his passing rear more often than not in appreciative glances.

It wasn't that Sarafina wasn't worried about their daughter - on the contrary - but she was much more passive in her emotions. It was just as likely that the mission would meet with victory and without injury to any of their allies as it was that they meet with failure. More so, even, for they had magic firmly within their grasp whereas the opposing armies seemed to be more lacking in that particular department.

When the call came that the detachment had returned the lioness of cream had been quick on her mate's heels, ears perked and expression a careful neutral as she bounced in a ground-eating trot. She hadn't expected to see Kula slumped on the ground, barely supported by her comrades. In silence Sarafina leapt to action. With Scar pressing against Kula's side in comfort his mate took up a position beside the white tiger who'd taken to speaking for Kula, a sympathetic paw coming up to rest carefully on the blood-stained tiger.

Kula, for all being the center of the immediate commotion, was quite out of the present moment. Shock had crept in and taken a firm grasp on the lioness. Only a few things broke through the haze of blood-loss and instinctive panic; first, the touch of a man on her face that lead her to lean away with a gravelly growl as though to fend off what could be a potential predator in her weakened state. Second, her father's voice loud as thunder in her ear. This presence she pressed against completely, giving up any pretense of maturity and instead grasping for the comfort of familiar cubhood.

All the red lioness could manage was a pleading whimper, begging wordlessly for a mercy she couldn't name.

Bristling with anxiety over her daughter's obvious distress Sarafina bared her teeth in a panicked snarl and turned to Perthmail, then Owl, with eide eyes. The usually sweet tone twisted itself into a harsh hiss. "Whatever you're going to do, do it!" A pause, then through grit teeth as though she were forcing herself to remember her manners despite the situation. "Please."

[Perthmail]

Chaos was something Perthmail had often dealt with in his past but at the moment, too much was going on for him to even think straight. His fingers pressed against his tanned skin and glowing blue hues shut tightly, his attempt to silence the noise around him without vocalizing his frustration. Too much bitching, too much yelling and barking orders for his mind to process. He was tempted to yell to just get them to shut up but he resisted for whatever that was worth.

The growling of Sarafina did not help but he did manage to block it out. Along with Owl, even though she attempted to aid the situation not hinder it. His work worn palms gripped Kula's face again despite the gravelly growl that hardly had him batting an eyelash. Taking one more chance to assess the damage inflicted upon her before a hefty huff left him. Had her parent's known what he was doing or planning, they would have skinned him then and there.

His hand smoothed over the area of her injured eye slowly. The blue glow of his hues seemed to grow brighter and black veins seemed to emerge on his arm. It was a clear reminder to Perthmail of what he was, the dark veins just barely hiding his demonic nature. It was too obvious for Perthmail's own comfort, but he batted away his unease by devoting his focus on the injured cat before him.

Whatever pain she was feeling was soothed away with the use of his powers, Perthmail taking the pain into himself and letting it disappear. The pain burned through his aura like a hot blaze for a few mere moments though, reminding him why he didn't commit such an act so frequently. His white teeth bared in a grimace, though soon it faded as well. Relief quickly being felt if only for the second.

He left the heel of his hand over Kula's eye for a moment longer before pulling it away, bright blue stands visibly connected to her flesh in a phantom-like manner and to his palm as he pulled away. Strings that were locking both of their life forces together. However if one were to cast their hand through it they would feel nothing nor would it interrupt Perthmail's task. The essence was quick to do its work, most of the damage on the lioness was being patched together. Muscle and flesh sewed back together like it had never been ripped apart, and the damage done to her eye? While could not be fixed as simple as the claw marks littering her body, something would be done.

The blue essence seemed to suddenly pool around her eye before dissipating into nothingness. Underneath her eyelid was an eye made out of his essence, the same shade of black and blue as his own eyes. A ghostly reminder of who's familiar she now was.

A hefty huff left Perthmail before he sat against the tile. "There... That should help."

It was surely odd feeling Kula's very life essence now intertwined with his own. He would have to grow used to it.

[Owl]

Owl, still being held aloft by her father, blinked as her expression began to fall. If she wasn’t being ignored, she was being glared at. But why? It simply eluded her that her trying to help could be seen as something bad.

On the other hand, Kattz almost instantaneously went into parent mode. Every look that was sent Owl’s way resulted in a glower from the seven foot ghoul man. He was completely overtaken with the instinct to protect his child, even though she was in fact an adult.

Turning her head, Owl’s mouth, which had been hanging partly open for a while, closed upon finding Mystic in her gaze. She decided she’d found her patient and would try to ignore everyone else. Apparently just realizing she was still being held, her brows furrowed as she gave a side-eyed look to her father.

“Dad. Toadstools, quartz dust. Now,” she said, surprisingly more aggressively than her usual demeanor would lead you to believe she could be.

Kattz dropped her and turned to exit. Owl had barely managed to land on her feet.

“Ow,” she muttered before walking up to the white tigress, meeting her eyes and commenting quietly, “Hopefully he won’t take too long.”

[Scar]

Dark tipped tail lashed from side to side angrily, his ears pinning back further at the information that a red-maned lion had been the cause of Kula's injury. Lips curled back in a fierce mix of a snarl and a sneer as Scar glanced at Sarafina, emerald hues shining with unhidden malice. One of Simba's sons had cost his beloved daughter her eye.

As soon as Perthmail finished with whatever action he was taking to aid his daughter and hopefully ease her pain, Scar turned his attention to the demon with whom he had had more than one disagreement with and inclined his head just slightly in wordless thanks. With his thanks given, Scar returned his attention to his daughter and lowered his head to his daughter's and gently nestled his forehead against hers. He didn't try to coax her to her paws yet despite wanting to get her to a more private and secluded spot so she could properly rest and recuperate as soon as possible.