<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ffNSOak.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character name</strong>: Astir<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Tsaghani, Son' Lahleli, Astir, L'aen, Hiti, Ts'itu, Kon, Danae, Open<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Shaman House<br/><strong>When: </strong>Midday, 8th Day of the Hunger Moon<br/><hr/><br/>Snatches of conversation colored his consciousness. It became background noise without meaning or understanding just sound he wished to escape from. Sound that grated on him. He hated getting hurt like this. The way Nesii looked at him when she saw how he was wounded, the concern that turned to alarm in her eyes let him know how much she cared for him. She was warm against him even as she changed into her human form. Her gentle stroking of his blood soaked fur, blood of the enemy, soothed him. He was a good warrior and he knew it could have been a lot worse today than it had been. His ear flicked to her as she spoke to him in muted tones. He would have smirked softly at her and told her there was no need. He wouldn't go into death so quietly or easily.<br/><br/>Was he a fool? Perhaps if you count the foolish, selfless bravery he threw himself into when protecting his pack. He could not help the fact that he was a warrior. That he put himself between Ts'itu his alpha, the pack and there enemies. He would meet those who would do them harm on the battle field and give his life doing so if his service demanded it of him. But, not before dragging the enemy down to hell with him. Such devout loyalty, such selflessness, such devotion to the ones he loved was his entire world. He would give his life to save theirs without a second thought and without regret. She would come to understand this about him. As for him co-operateing for Danae, well, he made no promises. Pain made him do things he normally wouldn't do in his right mind. he was sure that they would be holding him down as he snarled and snapped at them as Danae worked. To ask him to endure such pain, even Ts'itu could not expect him to follow such an order to be still and compliant for it.<br/><br/>His ears flicked back a moment and he gave an affectionate growl to her but it told her he made no promises he knew he could not keep. he was a loyal and disciplined man but he did not have the self discipline to make himself hold still to be treated. he lashed out when others hurt him, even if they were trying to help. He just couldn't help it. He only hoped she could understand and forgive him, that he was doing the best he could.<br/>