Going Out Tonight, She Changes Into Something Red

*Aranea* · 03-09-2021, 01:03 AM

The sound of the struggle would go nearly unnoticed as the beast made its way closer to her, and she had moments of her ears ringing in and out, still not being able to focus on anything. But at some point as her head would be lifted off the ground, her vision would finally catch the figure of Ulric above her off to the side, his body thrashed around in the air off the side of the cliff. "Ul-ric," her voice nearly silent regardless of the highest concern she had.

She would become more aware of the stomps and snarls, ripping her body up into an upward position, her legs twitched as she attempted to rise on more than one occasion, eager to get up quicker in order to help him before it was too late. It seemed like time had flown by quicker on her end as the beast lost itself over the edge though Aranea wasn’t entirely sure if it was the banshee or Ulric. She froze for a moment after the shadow passed her by before finally getting herself up enough to crawl to the edge of her ledge and look down. She still wasn’t able to tell fully, until Ulric poked his head out from above her. Her nerves jumped terribly as he spoke out, but as her gaze came to meet his from the ledge, a grin of relief took over her, relief that he was okay instead of her own safety that he had brought.

Her front legs wobbled as she continued to rise, Ulric would find a way to get to her before she could stand completely and fall over the edge again, because her brain still wasn’t functioning from the bitter cold she held and her injuries. With the help of Ulric, she would rise completely or be lifted, either was acceptable for her condition. But it was extremely prominent that she was worried little about herself, looking him over best she could and insisting, "Need- Luta- You-" she took a hard swallow, "Need- Luta-" surely she knew in her condition that she couldn’t assist him, but while Ulric was at least in a better mental state than her, it would at least seem she needed more help than he did, even if it was really just warmth and rest that would bring her back to normal.

She would insist on staying on her own four legs until Ulric would simply pick her up if he chose to. Her words still not forming any real sentences but she was proving still stubborn that she was fine and they needed to get back for his own injuries. Only Ulric would be able to take control so they could make it back to the castle quickly and still breathing. At least the banshee wouldn’t be in their pursuit.

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