how lucky am I, that I'm living through the end of times?
Raure
The boy stopped quickly, and turned towards him. Ah fuck, his face was more of a mess than he'd originally noticed. An old wound had scarred over along his lip, leaving a tear in the young flesh that showed one of his little fangs. He dropped his hefty skull between his burly shoulders, examining the crystal encrusted face of the boy without any awareness of personal space. He was sick, his sanity was teetering dangerously close to being lost entirely, and there was a lost pup in front of him. It was not a recipe for sound decision making, at all. When the boy mentioned being lost, the frown he didn't realize he was wearing only deepened. There was a soft glow peeking through the downy fur of his inner ears, and if he turned his head just right he could see the budding tips of small crystals peeking through the crust around the edges of his ear canals. This boy was very sick, and there were no parents here. Who could leave a child like that?
"Where are your parents? We can look for them.." his attention was quickly diverted from planning. There was something circling them. A dark shape, he couldn't even pin down exactly what it was. Every time he looked it was gone, but he heard a quiet cackling from somewhere behind him. Hackles bristling, the pale brute bared his fangs warily in preparation for whatever might beset him. "It's not safe here." he grunted under his breath, joints loosening as he centred into a defensive posture and tucked his tail. Magenta fluid oozed more vigorously from his ears as he heard the menacing spectral laughter again, but he still couldn't find the source. "I'm going to take you away from here, we need to leave." he said to the child, taking a heavy step closer in preparation to heft him in his jaws and take off at a dead sprint for the borders of Abaven..
