Félicien would feel no guilt as he pierced the throat of the mountain lion. He would keep his hold on the throat of the other, now playing the part of victim, as his life fled from his body. Mystic too would press down on her side, and, together, they would fell the dark beast known as Ashamoro. It was only a matter of time before the mountain lion was dead, and Féli would release his hold, staggering back as he looked down at the beast. He had... He had taken a life. A life that was not of prey.
Doing his best to ignore the pain in his side Félicien would turn his attention to Mystic. She appeared so weak, and the brute felt choked up just looking at her. Both of them had obtained some nasty injuries. His own he could have tended to in Abaven... But Mystic? What about her? He would give a low whine, lowering to the earth as he licked at her neck wound. What was he going to do? He could hardly just leave her like this...
“Mystic?” He’d call her name softly, but it seemed that the maiden had already fallen asleep. He would glance at the mountain lion before giving a sigh. He wouldn’t leave her. Not like this. Setting his head down beside hers he would close his eyes. He would rest for now. When they both awoke he would need to figure out something to do for their wounds, however.
