Pidgeons Go Meow X3
Pretty much a solid continuation from this.
It was becoming ridiculous. Ridiculously impossible and crazy miraculous, and this thing had a will to live that Naar almost envied. He liked to think that he would do whatever he needed to to survive. He only had one chance at life, so he would cling to it no matter what. On the other hand, he abhorred pain. He could only vaguely imagine what the little bouken was feeling, since he'd never suffered anything even remotely close to those injuries. Just looking at the creature made him wince. The young Oblivionite couldn't help but think if he was really ever in that much agony... nothingness would start to seem really appealing...
He swallowed and shook his head to clear it, forcing the wave of helplessness that reared its ugly crest down into the depths of his mind again. He didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts now. He'd said he'd try to find someone to help this thing as long as it was still breathing, and somehow, it still was, much to Naar's disbelief. he didn't generally stray away from areas of the city he knew, but since he doubted anyone could help him in those familiar places, he'd have to hunt elsewhere.
But as the buildings became more and more unfamiliar, the foot traffic seemed to get thinner and thinner and the people became shadier and shadier. He wasn't one to judge a book by his cover, but- Well, that was a lie. If it were up to him, he'd never mingle with any of these strangers and would probably never come to this part of the city again. As it were, though, he was already here and was still losing time quickly. he drew the bouken a little closer to himself as he cast his gaze around.
One figure stood out. A woman, by the looks of it. She didn't appear quite as roughed up as the other passerby. Furthermore, she didn't look like she could shank a b***h, let alone a kid. Without pausing to think anymore about it, Naar approached her, keeping his head high and showing no hesitation. "S'cuse me," he said a little louder than necessary. "I'm looking for someone - anyone, at this point - that might know a little about animal care...? This little guy," He lifted the bouken up, despite the disturbingly gory scene. If he could take it, then so could she, surely, "ran into some trouble, and if it can be saved..."
It was eye level with him again, something Naar had been trying to avoid. If he didn't look at it, it possible (though not easy) to imagine something else. He still had his mission, but if he could just focus on something else... With a stuttered breath, he drew the bouken back down to his chest, glancing away from it on the woman as he chewed his lower lip. He was away from the boys in the schoolyard now. If he absolutely had to, he could... crack... just a little. "Sorry, I..." he swallowed and leaned down to rub his shoulder against his eye, not wanting his bouken-blood-stained hands anywhere near his face. "Can you help me?" He murmured at last.
