After The Thread -dun dun DUN-

The match was over and Archon left victorious. He had Circe- with the help of Obi- carry the fallen opponent back to the east. Did they need to come this far? Probably not, but there was a rather large crowd during the fight and Archon didn't want any of them following him or ambushing the group. When Archon was satisfied with the distance he put between the band and the battlefield, he nodded at his comrades.

Obi quickly moved to prepare an area for Circe to dump Hannibal. Together they would be able to tend to the man, no matter how bad his injuries. Archon, in the meantime, dunked himself in the cool waters of the lake, heeding the others no mind while he tended to himself.

Circe waited patiently for Archon's companion to finish preparing a place for Hannibal. As they traveled Circe had been deciding how best to handle his various wounds. A pain reliever was in order, that was a given, and with Obi's help Circe would bandage Hannibal's wounds. The bruising she would have to keep an eye on and the sprain...for the most part would have to sort itself out. Perhaps if they stayed close to bodies of water like this one Hannibal could soak his shoulder as necessary.

Fleetingly she wandered if she should mix something into the pain reliever to make their captive more compliant; which wasn't a criticism of his behavior so far, just a belief that captives could always be more compliant. For now she would hold off on dosing him with anything until she knew more about Archon's plan. If it seemed in tune with what he wanted she would slip the captive something later.

Once Obi was done Circe bent down and dropped her right shoulder, enabling Hannibal to hopefully slide off without too much difficulty. "Will that leg hold weight?" It had during the fight, but they were a long way from the battlefield now and if she had her guess, the joints had stiffened.



"Talk"

Hannibal limped along as he was directed through the wilds. He recognized some areas but not all of them. Despite his foggy brain from the blood loss he was not a complete potato. The male's body was riddled with wounds the most severe being on his upper half and his front left leg. As they arrived to the Lake his pale orbs flicked around. It was a region he was in fact familiar with but his attention was taken as words rang out. It was the babe who seemed to be the healer. Hannibal looked down at the leg in question and attempted to press it to the ground. After only an inch of movement a harsh growl hit the air and his head shook as a no.

Thoughts of his family filled his mind and emotions came forth. He would not show his sorrow but the worry was rather evident. He silently hoped Nephthys had gone to protect the pups. Who knew what would happen? There were fights breaking out left and right. All he cared about was his family and they were what he fought for. Despite his loss the male rather submit and have the chance to be a father to his children then die fighting for his freedom.

The albino glanced around for a moment as he was released from Circe. He slid down to lay onto the earth, cumbersomely due to the lack of movement in his left front leg. "It will not."

Speech

Archon continued to bathe in the cooling waters. The sounds around him drowned out. He had faith that Hannibal wouldn't be fighting any time soon and that even if he tried, Circe could happily send him to the next world. His thoughts drifted to his plans. He could trade the high ranking member to the foolish alpha in exchange for the shrine he so sought after.

Obi meanwhile guided the new capture to the ground as he spoke. He looked to Circe, ready to let her lead in the healing process. "What do you need?" he seemed to ask. He could speak, but it didn't cross his mind to ask something so heavily implied. He waited patiently, body half turned towards the supplies as he played the part of nurse.