End of Your Days
Word had travelled to his ears that Voltage had returned from his journey, yet a feeling inside his gut urged him to consider the outcomes of his homecoming. As dark as it seemed, something was bound to go wrong if not multiple things. At the time of his arrival, the situation was already at its frenzied climax. It was like opening a book to the most chaotic scene somewhere within the middle of the storyline. Confusion; what was going on? What his eyes were seeing was simply unrealistic, perhaps faintly understandable behind why some raged emotions were being displayed but all the while, he didn't want to believe what he was seeing. Serefina, oh, she was known for having quite a fiery disposition, but this...this was no harmless temper. It was pure anger; her wrath unleashed onto the innocent souls around her. This was a whole new level of rampage, and he couldn't just stand from afar and weakly watch. His brother was already having a difficult time containing her; who knew what further damage she could inflict on him? He had to help, not just his brother, but his harmful sister as well. Whatever happened, whatever was going through her mind, it had to stop.
Approaching at full pelt with a frightened Silvius clinging to his ears, he quickly analysed the commotion to predict the events of which had passed. The ebony and crimson woman was battered in scars and wounds that appeared to have been recently healed. That would explain the presence of the other two unfamiliar wolves; healers, they had to be. Within his thoughts, he acknowledged and admired their dedication in fixing her wounds, but alas, it had all gone to waste. Perhaps an infection could be avoided, however, herbs and poultices weren't going to help his sister - they were practically useless. Her wounds probably meant nothing to her; mental pain was the fiend behind her sudden mood change. Behaviour was far from being his medical field, if only he had had the chance to study. It was oddly fascinating, however, now was not the time to think such thoughts. What she needed was a long talk, something to get her thoughts straight, but not before calming her down. "Healing her wounds will do no good," he barked through gritted teeth, looking down at her jerking body. On the inside, he didn't want to harm her more than has already been inflicted upon her. He didn't dare of it. Was it the right thing what he was doing, what he had chosen to do? "She needs a sedative. Now." Even if they had already sedated her, she needed something instant; whatever they had given was too slow. With that, the hedgehog upon his skull scurried down the back of his neck, slipping down from his torso. Scampering nimbly along the ground, tiny paws reached the neatly packed leaf bag, obviously owned by the caramel-coated female. The hedgehog nosed it urgently, looking up to the woman in search of a reaction. His own supply was in a long walking distance; no time to get his own herbs. She had to have sedatives, she had to. Leaning down alongside his sister, Terrae whispered into her ear, "Sere, what happened? Why are you like this?" |