shackles

There were whimpers and whines, flinching and trembling as Erys loosened and struggled to remove the binding around the man at his paws. Erys had never been treated quite like this while he was considered property. He’d never been bound, he hadn’t been left for dead. Part of him worried there would be no salvation for the pale wolf, his skills weren’t great. Erys wasn’t sure if he had the skill to pull him from the brink, but that didn’t mean he was going to give up.

As he debated what he could do next Chimera swooped in like he could read Erys mind. The pearlescent man stepped back to allow the King access to the bound man’s broken body. The shade would bring relief in its own right but as he was nestled into the grass he curled further into himself. Unfortunately Erys knew far too well what he was going through, and he just tried to be quiet and resist the urge to move suddenly.

Chimera relinquished him to Erys’ caer and excused himself to find water for them. Erys offered a sweet and appreciative smile before he could turn to go. "Thank you, Chimera.” He spoke softly so he didn’t startle his patient too hard. He found himself watching the massive King walk away, but a soft whimper quickly returned his attention to the mess of a man in front of him.

"It’s alright.” He whispered as he lowered his thin frame in front of the beaten man. Ghostly white eyes traveled over his scabbed and dirty form, deciding where he needed to start. "You’re safe now, relax.” He tried to soothe him with his own soft vocals. He knew the man wasn’t likely to believe him, if their roles were changed Erys’ wouldn’t have. Still, he’d have felt good hearing a gentle voice instead of the scolding ones of his master.

He was thankful for the supplies he brought just in case he or Chimera ran into trouble, it wasn’t exactly perfect for the task at hand but they were better than nothing. He had a little bit of pain relief, some soap to clean him when Chi returned with water, and his anti infection salve. "I’ll take care of you.” Erys promised as he hesitantly began to clean the man’s coat with a dry fur turned to cleaning cloth.

"Erystotle Atlas"