"What's there to know? Just grab hold of it and get healing. Right?" He'd lean arch his back slightly to give Isla a better angle to grip whatever she had to grip. His hands locking over his head as he glanced down expecting to see her reach out. "Don't worry about being gentle...little tug and wince never bothered me."
It was then a pesky little fucker swooped in and all hell broke loose. Bi-colored eyes widened at the sight of the droppings landing on the healer, and quickly followed the bird as it swooped into the wall where it harped, as if taunting them.
Any other day, any other visit he would have allowed it to pass...but Devrum had waited far too long for this day and nothing was going to interfere with what he intended to do. "May want to step back...whatever happens...I'll see the repairs done myself."
He warned Isla in a voice that seemed to grow more animalistic before his flesh rippled and tore into the form of the large black bear. A blaring roar was given as it charged with all its mass toward the wall the bird had taken refuge in. There would be no reaching or pawing, the bear...furious and craving poultry at the moment smashed through the wall.
Had the bird been cornered in its perch, the force of the smash would leave nothing but vacant feathers floating in the air. The rest would be smeared along the makings of the rubble. Had the bird managed to slip through, the bears pursuit would not be so easily lost.
It was then a pesky little fucker swooped in and all hell broke loose. Bi-colored eyes widened at the sight of the droppings landing on the healer, and quickly followed the bird as it swooped into the wall where it harped, as if taunting them.
Any other day, any other visit he would have allowed it to pass...but Devrum had waited far too long for this day and nothing was going to interfere with what he intended to do. "May want to step back...whatever happens...I'll see the repairs done myself."
He warned Isla in a voice that seemed to grow more animalistic before his flesh rippled and tore into the form of the large black bear. A blaring roar was given as it charged with all its mass toward the wall the bird had taken refuge in. There would be no reaching or pawing, the bear...furious and craving poultry at the moment smashed through the wall.
Had the bird been cornered in its perch, the force of the smash would leave nothing but vacant feathers floating in the air. The rest would be smeared along the makings of the rubble. Had the bird managed to slip through, the bears pursuit would not be so easily lost.
