wasted and alone

Rain sauntered through the castle with his pack resting neatly on his back as he made his way down to the dungeons. He was just returning from a trip to the gardens with his companion walking beside him and had every intention of putting his newly found herbs to use on his seemingly endless supply of subjects. As they turned to move toward the front gates of the castle however Fauldr rested his black palm against Rain’s shoulder to stop him. Rain paused and followed the baboon’s line of sight to the russet male pressed close against the stone walls of the castle’s fortifications.

His heart wrenched at the sight of the male, he looked so battered and melancholy that it broke the poisoner’s heart. He approached the other male slowly, his ears turned back as he noted the distinct markings of an Abraxas. The male was of course also nearly twice his size, but that hardly astonished the male anymore. “Hello? Are you alright?” He called gently, the scent of salt, blood, and the stink of coyote wafting off the boy as the wind brought his scent to him. “My name is Rain, I’m a healer, do you need help?” He asked, his hellish eyes kind and soft.