Step One: Get Out Alive
His pack had been massacred, inevitably facing their downfall against two larger packs, yet his own fought bravely despite the odds. He scrambled away from the scene, bloodied, and in severe pain. Each step was hard, legs trembling as his body bled between his thighs. The shock of the event had left him dazed, but he wasn't stupid. His lineage would end today. The man now incapable of conceiving children...what would Takira think of him now? Breath drew ragged as he made his way to the nearest shelter, battered body slinking through the shrubs.
His fur bristled, Abaven wolves were swarming here too!? Such cowards! First they come bringing another army to fight for them, and then they set up ambush teams to finish off those that escaped!? A low growl coursed through his vocals, and he would turn the other way and try to move away from them. If they tried to take him...he would make sure to take down as many of them as he could. He was wild with pain now, an unpredictable beast that sought to survive. He had seen what they'd done to his mother and father...would Takira be okay? "FUCK!! I shouldn't have left her!" A new rage would course through him...he would surely get his revenge. For now, he would hide in the tangles of an uprooted tree, waiting to see if any of his other comrades would come this way. |
The day had been spent waiting anxiously. He was aware of the battle taking place close by. The scent of blood had come on the breeze and he was also aware of the Abaven healers waiting nearby for the injured wolves from their party. Creed and wired and his nerves felt shot as he paced impatiently waiting for it all to end so he could hear the outcome. He wanted to know if Hellstrom would be disbanded and kicked from the Vericona plains so Surreal could have her home back. More than anything he wanted Celestial to be back on track so he could have a pack once more. He missed being able to say he was a part of something. It had been so long... A snarl erupted from his jowls as the scent on the wind changed to something more fresh. He hadn't missed the angry outburst from nearby and though he hadn't heard what was said he didn't need to know. Instead he was more focused on what the smell carried. It was covered with blood but it was still recognizable. Hellstrom. They were stupid to come to the Estuary of all places. After misplacing Surreal and the rest of them from their homes they definitely would find no sanctuary here. Creed would make sure of it. So with determination in his gaze Creed set off with haste towards the wolf. It hadn't taken him long to track down the pale and bleeding creature. He reeked of blood (though with his nose made for tracking elk in the snow this was a piece of cake) so it hadn't been a problem at all. The boy, for that was all that he was was a boy, was hiding among the intertwined roots of a tree and he snarled softly. The growl would rumble in his chest erupting into the air menacingly. He stood roughly fifteen feet from the tree as he stood with his head high and his tail flagged eyeing the wolf in the roots. He was obviously wounded pretty badly but Creed didn't care. Enigma didn't belong here. "Hellstrom wolves, wha's lef' of ye at leas', have no place in the Es'uary. I sugges' ye leave les' someone far more upset with ye than Ah comes along. After all yer family displaced many wolves from their homes. Pups too." This would be the only offer Creed would make. He saw no use in fighting an already wounded wolf. It wouldn't be a fair fight as Creed was in wonderful condition. He was well rested with no wounds to speak of. He ate well and was generally way better off than this kid seemed to be. Walk, "Talk" Think |
A crashing of plant life and cursing sent nearby birds fleeing, and the scent of blood and that familiar scent of the pack from over the border hit him at the same time. His ears perked up, even his droopy ear picking up as he turned his head to pinpoint the scent. It was nearby, very close by, and the yearling was quick to investigate. He was... insanely curious to know more about these Hellstrom wolves that his mother disliked so much. He wanted to see them, despite her edict to avoid them, and see why they were so evil. Did they have horns, and scales, and maybe oozed mucus like slugs?
His head tilted at the sound of another voice, one that didn't match the angry cursing he'd heard. Coming into sight of the source of the voices he could see one of his mother's friends speaking threateningly to a blood-splashed and half-hidden young male. Tor was a little disappointed - he was just a normal wolf, black and white beneath the bright smears of fresh blood, and not even a very big one. Solemnly, Tornach surveyed the pair of them, and reached one very serious conclusion. He had to help.
"Leave him alone," he said to his mother's friend, his childlike voice grave and unyielding. "It's not right to chase away someone who needs help, no matter who they are. This isn't our land either, so we have no right to make him go away. Can't you see he's hurt?" He stepped closer, blue eyes sweeping across the black and white male. He knew some healing, very little, but some from having spent a great deal of time in the den around his healer-sister and healer-father, and a sick mother and brother. Maybe he could help. "I'm Tornach. I'd like to help you. Would you let me?"
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Amber gaze would flash towards the source of a growl, his own hackles rose as his teeth bared, ears pinning as he listened to the strangers threats. He wasn't afraid. If this old man wanted to attack him, Enigma would fight him despite how exhausted he was. His own pained growling would erupt from his throat, eyes wild with defiance as he sought something to mask the pain he felt. "Go run back to your master, old man! I'm not afraid of you. If you're looking for a fight, you're picking on the wrong person!" His growling began to take to a whole new level, fueled by pain and worry about Takira. She was innocent in all of this, and it was his fault she had gotten dragged into a war that was not hers.
"I've never met you old man, yet you seem to have some spat with me! My own baby brothers and sisters are now displaced of a home, so I hope you're happy you old fuck! And I'm willing to bet that you had something to do with this for nothing more then a drive for revenge. You're pathetic! Hating because of what? Had we known there were children we would leave them alone. We're not as heartless as we may seem. But what would you know." If he could stand, he was sure his rage and pain would spill out and this male would not be so keen on threatening him from afar. Tch, coward. Before Enigma could say more, another scent would waft towards him, setting him further on edge. It was an ambush!? His teeth remained bared, hackles on end as he shifted his position to have his back against the fallen tree.
Wild gaze turned to the approaching yearling, though his growling would abruptly drown down to a low rumble when he heard him tell the older wolf to leave him alone. Amber gaze moved from one to the other, this had to be a trap of some sort...the yearling would introduce himself, offering his help. Enigma would remain silent for a moment, staring at Tornach, his growls ceasing. "If you're in league with him, how do I know this isn't a trick? Evidently whoever he's with, has clear disdain for us...whatever reason that may be." Eyes narrowed slightly, guard up. "How do I know I can trust you won't try to kill me." |
As Enigma spoke Creed stalked closer with his hackles raised and teeth bared as the idiot spat insults at him. His nose crinkled and his tail lashed back and forth in irritation. The kid sure did talk big for a wolf bleeding out. It would have been humorous except Creed didn't exactly appreciate being called old... or assumed that he was a slave of some sort for Surreal. Course all of this was just air-headed talk coming from the white wolf. He was the healthy and intact one after all. He at least could back up his words. The other wolf... well if he tried Creed had confidence he'd beat him into the earth and then some. "Lad, yer too messed up to be makin' threats and Ah ain' old dum'ass. Course Ah'm smarter than ye it seems." Despite his irritation he managed to keep his voice in check. All he really had to do was call for Surreal and this kid would know true pain. After all it was really her that was more pissed than himself. Course as the idiot continued speaking his tail lashed faster and his growl grew louder. "Well then you an yer pack are both deaf an' blind as well as stupid cause our scents, as well as th' pups scents, were all over th' place if ye'd bothered to look. Bu' nooo ye all think ye can take wha'ever the hell ye want. So ye all deserve to lose yer feckin home. Karma's a bitch." In his spout of annoyance he hadn't heard Tornach arrive at all. He turned his head towards the large boy and his rage calmed slightly. Course it didn't mean he liked what the kid had to say but he couldn't rightly bite his head off either. He imagined Surreal wouldn't like him too much for that one so instead he took a breath and bit his tongue for a moment and steeled himself. "Fine kid, if ye wanna try n' heal him go ahead. Ye can be th' one to deal with yer Ma." Course he didn't expect mr. dumbass over there to let Tornach heal him. He shot a glare towards Enigma as he spoke again and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. Was the idiot gene inherited from his parents? If so he feared for the future of Alacritia. Least he could see this one wouldn't ever be breeding. That was a relief. "Listen here idio'. If he wanted to harm ye he'd have already done it. Just let him heal ye before I change my mind and run ye ou'a here anyways since he was kind enough to be nicer than Ah am." Walk, "Talk" Think |