Even in these chains, you won't stop me
Alastor
Defender
Bloodletter
11-04-2020, 02:19 PM
He was far too close to her when the ghost-like wolf reared back and brought her head down on his with a wicked smack of bone on bone. Alastor grunted in pain and recoiled back momentarily, bringing his paw up to the throbbing cut over his eye and finding her attack had reopened his wound, sticky red blood covering his pads. He grit his teeth, then fixed Lurid with dark, glaring eyes. He did not have the patience for this bullshit right now. Then she spoke his name in a pleading cry that sounded like she was being smothered from the inside out. She was having a psychotic episode. Normally, Alastor knew that the fix for this was to let her burn herself out, to let her get he anger out and weaken it so she could get it back under control and hide it behind that cracking facade she put on. However, they did not have the luxury of time to allow her to do that. They were lost in some dark caves, gods knew where in the world, and gods knew how far from home. She was gravely injured, and her thrashing about was only going to make it worse. He didn't relish it, but for their own sake, the brindled brute knew he was going to have to put Lurid in her place and take control.
"LURID, STOP!" he shouted at her as she whispered and laughed to herself. "Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I am getting you out of here and taking you to get your leg fixed, otherwise you might lose it. Pull another stunt like that or fight me and I will leave you in this cave to die. Am I crystal fucking clear?" He bared his fangs, growling low in his throat as he moved to support her body again, praying she would have the mental capacity to at least do nothing and let him help her. If she didn't resist, he would let her lean against him and continue supporting her through the tunnels, making each step carefully to make sure she didn't slip or her broken leg. He grunted with the strain of helping the injured dire wolf down the tunnels, using the scent of fresh air to guide him.
Alastor rolled his eyes with another growl as Lurid continued to cry and wail her apologies as they stumbled onward. "Lurid, shut up. Breathe, lean on me, and look at me. I'm getting you out of here if I have to carry you out on my back," he muttered. All of his dark thoughts about his trials in the underwater cave had been forgotten at this point, his mind solely focused on Lurid. Black eyes peered around, nose twitching with each sniff. A turn, a long tunnel, a turn, another turn... The air smelled cleaner. They had to be getting close. For most of their journey, Alastor remained silent, trying to only think about which way he was going so they didn't get lost. At long last, a final turn shone bright light into his eyes. Daylight! Making sure Lurid was still supported comfortably, he slowly limped them all the way up the final tunnel until they reemerged into Boreas, fresh air washing over them like a wave.
Blinking through the blinding light, Alastor was shocked to see where they were. They were somewhere in the northern territories again. But even more shocking was that it was still sunset, the same time he had ventured into the cave. Had any time passed at all? Was it even still the same day? How long had he been in that unearthly realm?! Taking a few deep breaths of the sweet, sweet air of freedom, Alastor permitted himself to turn his attention solely on Lurid now. "Sit. Let me look at that leg," he commanded Lurid, keeping himself stock still so she could use him as a crutch if she needed it. Out in the fading daylight, he could more easily see the damage that had been done to her leg, wincing as he inspected the clearly broken and bloody appendage. He was no healer and had no idea where to even begin with it. They'd need a trained healer to help her out, even if she was in no state to see other wolves right now.
Fuck, this is bad... he thought, trying to plan out his next steps. He had to get Lurid back into a state of mental stability before bringing her to a healer, lest she lash out when they tried to help her. Saddened black eyes looked up into her holographic eyes as Alastor slowly reached a paw out to touch Lurid's cheek. He didn't know if she would attack him again or not, but he had to try something to get her to calm down. "You're okay, Lurid... I'm here. It's me, your Alleycat. I'm right here... Look at me... Breathe..."
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