Battle Scars[Demonio]

The first time they had been apart, nothing bad had happened. Desdemona had gone out for a pack hunt for a few days but she had returned unscathed, safe and sound. Though their first seperation had been a bit hard, Demonio had been able to get through it with relative ease. Nothing bad had come of their first seperation and so the ivory brute had expected the same for their second seperation, the risk level being relatively low this time around. But damn, how wrong he'd been. This was the last time they were going to seperated. From now on, he would accompany her everywhere. She was a more than capable warrior and could most definitely hold her own in battle, but she wasn't a superwoman that was completely invicible. He told himself he'd always be there to protect her and look where she had ended up now. All because he had left his guard down, because he had become complacent. He had failed her terribly. He was lucky she'd gotten only injured and hadn't lost her life. He was lucky the past wasn't coming back with a vegeance.


She had attempted to stand at his appearance, barely managing to sit up when he had charged off in hot persuit of the culprits, demanding payment in blood. There was not a living soul in the planet that would escape with their lives if they even so much as dirtied a hair on his mate's beautiful coat. Those coyotes had picked the wrong wolf to target and their mistake had cost them their miserable lives, their corpses proof to any vagabonds that Desdemona was clearly taken and well-protected. He had dispatched the miserable wretches with ease, relishing in their blood that now coated his muzzle, proof of his vengeance. Yet as soon as their last breath had left their carcasses they ceased to matter. The only thing that mattered was getting back to his woman and attending to her to try and make up for his mistake of having let her go off on her own. And that was what he was doing now, leaning up against her, using his body as a solid crutch for her to lean upon.


The tears streamed down his dirtied cheeks, unashamed that she was seeing him cry for the first time since having left the lands of his birth. It had been a really close call. What if he hadn't decided to come bring her the snack? What if he would have simply stayed back at their den to await her return? Had he come much later than he had he would most likely come across a carcass instead of the injured she-wolf. He thanked whatever gods existed that they had watched over her enough to allow her to escape with her life and for him to be able to find her in time. He didn't know what he would've done had he lost her so soon, just even trying to contemplate that made his heart constrict to the point of stopping completely. He took a breath, trying to calm himself, her gentle whine breaking his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. Her pink tongue reached out to lap away his tears, and yet they continued to come, the flow never-ending. He should have been stronger than that, but in that moment he wasn't. Not when it was his love's life that had almost been on the line. She continued to wipe his face yet her attentions did nothing to stem the flow, her injured bodice leaning heavily against his. She reached up to gently tug at his ear yet Demonio could not return the gesture, his guilt weighing down heavily on him. It was his fault this had happened to her; if only he'd gone with her, none of this would have happened...


Audits pinned themselves flat against his massive skull, twitching ever so slightly at her words. I am alright Demonio. I will heal. No, it wasn't alright. It was most definitely not alright. There would be no need to heal had I accompanied you...none of this would have taken place if I had simply followed you or atleast come sooner... His voice trailed off, choked with the tears that continued to stream down his bloodied face. Her nuzzle against his cheek made him feel even worse. He didn't deserved her affection; he had failed her. His inadequacy had nearly cost her her life. They continued on in silence for the rest of the way, their pace slow and measured. Demonio was careful to not allow her to place any weight on her injured forelimb, trying to prevent further damage to the appendage. They crossed the border of Tortuga some time after, her voice reaching his ears, a thank you in her words. He shook his head gently, unable to accept her apology. She shoudn't thank him...It was his fault that she was in the situation she was now. Come now, let me take you the river to clease your wounds. He spoke quietly, crown held low as he slowly guided her towards the small ravine that bordered the outside of their den site.


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