Breaking Me Down
09-10-2016, 08:57 PM
It had been quite a few rough weeks, and the fate of Abaven was hanging in the balance. He still had no idea who was going to step up to the plate and take over as alpha, or if he was just going to run a pack until the day that he died. Bass sighed, and he needed to go for a bit of a walk. Since his talk with Avalon he had felt a little bit better, just taking it day by day at this point. So he left pack lands, just wandering aimlessly through the east. He remembered the days that he and his sister ran across the lands without a care in the world. But all of his siblings vanished, and he had no idea if they were ever going to return home. He hadn't even seen Rhythm or his niece and nephew. It broke his heart, he had hardly been able to even get to know them. The aging man kicked at a rock, watching it skip across the grasses and he followed its path, winding around larger rocks and a tree until he looked down where it rested. He considered just following it where ever it went, but then the scent of blood crossed his nose. The pale man stopped, sniffing the air to better pin point it. It was at that moment that he realized that he knew that scent. That was Avalon. His heart started to pound faster as he raced after her trail, the blood smelled so fresh. He was worried for his friend, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he ate the ground under his paws. He started up an incline, and he knew that she was on top of the Moontouched Cliffs. His sides heaved with effort, he had to slow as he reached the peak of the hill. It was getting dark, and his yellow eyes had not yet adjusted to the suddenness of the sun setting. Squinting, he tried to find her on the top of the cliffs, when Avalon's name was called from above. He looked up and saw a white falcon gliding against the expantion of stars, and looked where it was looking. It was there that he saw Avalon, standing on the very edge of the cliff. One of her paws was off, and his heart dropped to his paws. Without even thinking he booked it behind her, skidding to a halt and roughly grabbed her scruff. He tossed her backwards with all his might, aiming to loom over her fallen body. His nostrils flared with anger, but his brows were pulled together in concern. "What the actual fuck, Avalon?" he roared, his lips curling back from his teeth. He was mostly reacting out of fear, what would have happened if he didn't come up here, or catch her scent? Her dead, broken body would wash up along the shore, that's what. His chest puffed out as his sides heaved in and out, his hot breath on her face. He was not going to get off of her, not until he knew that she wasn't going to just walk off a fucking cliff. From what he knew about the blonde marked alpha, which wasn't a lot, he didn't think of her to be suicidal. Yellow gaze flickered to her shoulder that was open and profusely bleeding. Oh crap, this was not good. Shit! Why didn't he listen when Starling when he would talk to him about healing? He needed to stop the bleeding... ummm. Moss! That was it. Looking up at the bird who had spoken, he tried to catch it's gaze. "Go get me some moss, lots of it!" he demanded, a growl in his tone. |
