The Unraveling - It Rises
The attacks keep going. Halas lips curl up, revealing her teeth, her body tense but also relaxed in a sense. She had to think this threw, something so vile and dangerous was threatening all of Boreas it seemed. Worms appearing everywhere, every corner of Boreas. Maybe the wolves had brought it upon themselves. Soon others were taken, lifeless before the worm began to feast upon three others whom were dead.
Throwing her head up with a long sharp howl, Hala would look to the others, before speaking out. "Look! If we can get to it's underside and possibly tear it's arms and limbs off!" It was an idea that they could try to work with. It was a threat that needed to come to a end. Hala known this even if the others did not want to realize it. "Or fire! We need fire!" The dark mocha woman yelled to the remaining wolves. They'd have to work quickly though.
Seere stands at the edge of the cliffside, gazing imploringly at the putrid creature as other wolves appear some on the same level, some on beach and some even begin to attack. The small woman that is on top of the cliff with her has her leg broken when the beast hurls whatever she had thrown at it back to her and nausea rolls through her gut as her mismatched gaze flick over the stranger, readying to move and offer her some help… when suddenly, everything changes.
The pink male had been poised to strike, his muscles coiled and, in one explosive motion, it is released and he is sailing through the air, framed in the moonlight for one terrifying moment as if he is some vengeful spirit given wings. The beast moves, lunging forward and grabbing the doomed man from the air as a child might pluck a feather that twirls slowly to the ground. With a sickening crunch, its jaws snap shut and it shakes its head, spraying blood and viscera over the gathered wolves.
A paw lands in front of her and Seere back peddles hard, eyes filling with tears as her heart thunders her chest and a droning sound drowns out all voices. It writhes, hurting some and killing others and a scream born of anger, helplessness, and utter disbelief rips its way loose from her throat. The metallic tang of blood fills the air, coats her throat, chokes her breath and the small healer stumbles sideways, watching as the one stranger quickly sets her broken leg.
Help. She has to help.
Calmness washes through her and she steps toward the injured woman, rummaging through her pack to pull a small bundle of herbs out and passes them to the lady while saying, “For the pain.” Her voice is stiff, eyes wide with horror but there is determination burning brightly behind her gaze. With that done, she turns and races to the wolf who has a dislocated shoulder and hurriedly says, “I’m a healer. Let me help you get that back into place.”
As she unshoulders her pack, Seere turns and yells to all the gathered wolves both above and below, “All those that have been injured, come to me! I will get you back in fighting shape!” There is a boldness in her voice, a promise of help and a glimmer of hope as begins to set about her trade, pulling pain killing herbs from her bag while turning her gaze to the stranger and gently saying, “Here, these will help with the pain. I can pop the joint back in but it will be painful.” A sad, sorrowful smile ticks at her lips and waits, ready to help the stranger if they will allow it.
Seere has a male Pallas's cat named Paunch and a female barn swallow named Aisling. They are always nearby.
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it seems no one listened, and it warranted a snarl from zephyros who watched them all run like headless chickens. the commotion must've angered it! from behind, the creature wove and attacked others before finally coming to shatter zephyros' foot into bits. instinctively, zephyros reacted- teeth aiming to meet the creature's right side that was nearest. after he's exhausted his limb, he bellowed a hoarse cry of pain leaving his maw as he move to the side, attempting to walk away. yet he only falls over, unable to walk too much. he glanced and began to assess his leg then- flattening his ears as he looked with wide eyes at the scene that unfolded. wolves perished just like that as the worm feasted. narrowing his eyes, zeph looked then at the healer calling out for others to come receive help. pride aside, zeph called out with a yelp, pointing to his broken foot that dangled graphically. "I cannot place weight on it. Please-." he choked, holding back whines. "I- I think I need my brother." he gasped, looking back down at the limp limb for a moment, completely dazed and in shock.
Vendrick brightens up as Morganna joins them, bristly as she is, he's glad to see her. Relief washing over his system, like it's some small comfort in the storm. Leaning toward her, edging slightly in front. Would he be much help? Realistically, probably not.
When the beast does strike, Vendrick is staggered by the violence of it all. All the lighthearted nature draining from the boy, his stomach churning. A blow to Morganna as well, and he moves without a second thought. Reaching for her, trying to steady the girl, openly hissing at the healer girl that comes near. "I have her injuries under control." The words come sharply, a backwards way to arrive at help the others. The subtext, the don't touch her of it all is clear. Embarrassing himself for a moment, though this is also a better use of his talents. Carefully setting up to help Morganna snap the shoulder back to its socket.
"Mind your head," his call to Nelu is sharp, gaze snapping up as his brother tears off. Worry shining in his expression, the poet boy can feel the tug. Three wolves had been shredded around them already, Vendrick feared he'd lose his brother too. Torn for a breath, though the boy is hellbent on being the one to treat Morganna. The thought of leaving his only friendly face in the chaos unthinkable.