Trouble Is My Middle Name~

It was a good day.  Hunting down Dusk was really a good bit of fun both because of the challenge of finding her and roaming an area he wasn’t overly familiar with.  Finding Dusk had seemed the achievement to wrap it all together for a good time but that changed fast.  Who knew a good day could turn so dark so fast?

The sound of his ear being torn off and the look of horror on Dusk’s face seemed to click in Thorn’s mind even before the pain hit a heartbeat after.  He had seen the wire coming with no notion what it was.  It reminded him of a spider web that flew along with the breeze only going faster and thicker obviously than a web. Even if he’d wanted to dodge it Thorn didn’t have a chance.  It all just happened too fast.  

Shock had time seemingly leaping in frames.  One moment he’d landed from his hop over the log.  Dusk's shock, the wire, and the pain that followed.  Then suddenly Dusk was next to him though Thorn didn’t remember her moving to get to him.  As she started to apologize Thorn realized he was listening to her around the sound of his own high-pitched keening.  Had he shrieked just moments ago?  Thorn shivered as much from fear as pain.

Dusk’s paws touched his ear and he howled louder, dropping his head and thrashing it, “don’t touch, don’t, don’t touch." the boy felt another shiver as he spotted part of his ear on the ground, "that's mine,” whispered in soft horror.  Thorn shook his head with blood flying from his ear to land all over the place and on the two kids. Some scattered part of Thorn’s mind informed him that wouldn’t help but his mind wasn’t giving him much insight on what would help and being still seemed impossible.

Dusk called for mom and the two kids were in agreeance about getting home.  Thorn planned to rush but he kept pausing, head shaking and sending blood flying.  It hurt!! The blue kid couldn’t just ignore the pain.  “Dusk,” his voice was choked as he pointed out, “It’s still stuck in your tail, you should untangle yourself before you get hurt too.”  Thorn twisted his head as if about to rub his head up against a tree but stopped himself.  It was like an extreme version of wanting to touch a sore spot on the body.  Only he wanted to rub a spot of intense pain but thankfully he was stopping himself a second before it was too late. He felt shaky and cold with no concept of what was from fear versus the injury.   Tears were spilling down his face, mixing with some of the blood also smeared it.  

"Thorn Carpathius"