So much more than I can carry
Ganta felt sick… sick and angry. Something had happened to Roza… Gods something had happened to Roza! His claws tore up the soul as he ran, face bearing a look of thunder as he charged after Abbey. Whomever did this… was going to face his full wrath. As much as Ganta didn’t want to admit it rage boiled beneath his skin, made him want to tear flesh… was this what it was like to be protective over someone you loved? The feeling to strip whomever hurt them of everything? But it was worse… because Ganta had a fear in the back of his mind about whom had hurt his beloved Roza… and that made his stomach churn in all sorts of nasty ways.
The scent on her coat, he noticed, was not what he was expecting however. He saw blood on her face, on the ground, and a snarl unlike anything that ever passed his lips before escaped Ganta’s maw. He came to a stop beside Roza, panting, but the look in his eyes promised one thing; there would be hell to pay. He could barely speak right now, shaking with his rage and frustration before lowering down before Roza. His eyes, though angry, also mixed with pain, with sorrow, for not being there to protect her. When he finally managed to calm enough to speak he uttered but two words to her, so soft one might have mistaken them for the wind if they were not listening carefully. “I’m sorry.” He could barely hold her gaze, ashamed of himself. Leo was going to tear him a new one too… but not before he got whomever did this. He took a slow, steadying breath and raised his head to inspect the would, giving it a gentle lick between her brow points to try and begin cleaning it. He was no expert healer… but he knew that a wound needed to be clean before medicine could be applied. There was another reason he kept quiet too… His nostrils flared, breathing in the scent upon her coat. It was here that Ganta paused, drawing back with confusion.
Forsaken… not Enigma… but… how? Why? His ears flicked back and a whimper left his throat, silvery-white orbs desperately looking for hers. That wasn’t even the brother he tried to warn her about… just how many of his family members were hellbent on destruction, and destroying the ones he loved? |