Sleep my bloody friend
05-22-2014, 12:06 PM
When Vereux's voice reached her ears she stopped in her tracks, confusion and worry gripping her. She could tell something was wrong from his call, but she had no idea what it could be. She took off, silver paws carrying her as fast as she could go across the snowy ground. She slowed to a stop when she arrived at the Wash, her split-tone gaze frantically searching for her brother. She spotted him moments before his scent hit her, the smell of sickness radiating from him. Fear dropped into her stomach. "Vereux!" she called as she ran over to him, having to force herself not to reach out to him as she stopped just in front of him. Blood was dripping down his face, running from his eyes, and her gaze widened with horror. What was this? She had never seen anything remotely like this before. She had seen wounds, battle scars, things that made sense and had reasons. This... This she didn't know how to fix and that worried and frustrated her. "Vereux, hold on, everything is going to be okay," she told him, hoping he believed her words more than she did. She lifted her muzzle to the sky, letting loose a howl stronger and louder than her brother's, praying Eris would hear her. The healer was the only wolf she could think of that might be able to explain what was happening. As her howl died off she looked back at Vereux, trying her best to stay calm for him as she gently rested her forepaw on top of his. Speech Thought Others |
