the secret garden

He hadn’t thought that he would scare Duchess, he missed the first time when he had shown off for his opponent. The second he did as well, all of his focus was on ending the saber toothed feline. His breathing stayed ragged as he lay over the dead beast and he regained control of himself. The task was done, Duchess was mostly unharmed. Indigo’s attention shifted as she carefully picked her way forward. Bright blue eyes found her dainty form, and that was when he saw her fear.

Indigo shrank, as much as a massive maned wolf like him could do. She said his name, and didn’t run away as she gazed up at his grizzly appearance. His eyes found her, and he looked much more bashful than he had only moments ago when he’d channeled the murderous spirit underneath. As she asked after him Indigo felt the gashes he’d suffered begin to sting and throb. Indy felt his heart clench as he noticed the missing flower from Duchess’s ear. He tried not to dwell on the fact, they were both alive and that was what mattered.

”I’ll live.” He said softly before she grew more near and lifted her head to assist in ridding his massive muzzle of the blood that covered him. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before returning his attention to Duchess. Her attention encouraging him onward, her vibrant life a symbol of his victory.

”You’re hurt.” He said softly, lifting himself from the massacre beneath him. Indy leaned forward to inspect the gouges in her dark cheek. ”Come with me.” He requested softly, his own bright gaze searching her dual toned eyes. ”Come to the Hallows, I’ll see to your wounds.” He hoped that she wouldn’t deny him this, his first priority was swiftly becoming seeing to her, and his own painful wounds were forgotten in the sight of her precious blood.