[P] My Demons
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#1
--


The morning seemed to come too quickly, it filtered into his burrow and aroused the sleeping beast within. He fought it at first, attempting to keep his eyes firmly shut and block out the light but he couldn't. Today was the day they would go hunting for a beast that could end them with a simple well-placed bite. A beast that was cunning and out for their blood just as much as he was after its blood... Let it come... Today he would be hunting and today it should be afraid of him. He had the beast inside of him, ready for it to take over and have it aid him in destroying the cougar which might be the cause of his illness. He had to psyched up and ready for this, a lapse in the mind could be the death of him.

Or Embryn.

At the thought of her being dragged into this and hurt because of it ailed him but there was nothing that could be done now. The words had been said and the stage was set. Action was now what was required.

Finally he rolled out of his den and after heading over to Embryn's and getting her for this task they were off. He was leading them as he remembered exactly where the attack had happened and he knew he could track the beast. Leading wasn't his strong point but tracking and scouting, he'd been born for it.

He hadn't said much the entire time they'd been traveling to the valley but his mind was in the game. He felt as if he couldn't start cracking his usual jokes, not while it could be out there... watching them or that some other predator could be lurking beyond. So, after he'd caught that scent he began to stalk it right up to where he could see a watering hole in the distance with a cougar drinking from it. He didn't know if that was their cougar as it was difficult to see any identifying marks on the thing and the scents were all fairly similar...but he did have a hunch.

He came to a rest in a high clump of grass, his body lying down on the ground so that he could better conceal himself. "Never hunted a cougar before... How are we going to do this?" He spoke without looking towards Embryn, eyes locked onto the beast in case it moved. They needed a game plan, going at it blind would be suicide.


481| Embryn
| notes


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply
131 Posts
8 Threads
3 Years
Female
Mesomorph
Ashon

Points: 53
#2
embryn ignis



'Never hunted a cougar before... How are we going to do this?'

Quest's question rested uneasily in the defiant silence; a temptation of treachery that whispered in the rolling dark. Embryn echoed his movements, crouching behind the tall grasses, the auburn glow of her autumn fur blazing against the pale stripes and striations of her most recent mutations. She considered the cougar with an intensity of focus that her previous mask would have been unable to replicate; her feline pupils devoured the detail of lake and air, of feline and foundry. Quest was a warm mass of blood and bone beside her, and it was for him that they entertained this foolish notion in the first place. "To be honest, I'm not all that sure. I've never tried to kill a cat." It wasn't productive to say so, perhaps, but it was true. Still, Embryn eyed the opposing feline with determination. If killing the cat would fix Quest, then they didn't have a choice.

The bonfire fae glanced over at her companion. She had promised to help, in any way she could - and even if she had doubts about the potential success of their current endeavor, she wouldn't back out now. Not when he'd accepted her so completely - not when he didn't judge her for the new silences and quiet introspection that characterized what used to be a more jovial, jocular nature. Embryn and Third were nebulous concepts within her mind, and she had yet to fully merge them together. She had certainly departed from the timid, submissive creature she'd spent her formative years becoming - but she had no desire to lie and smile and cheat her way into forced friendships. Quest was her partner, and she owed him the honesty of being herself - whoever that was.

"It'll stand it's ground until it gets hurt - and then it'll try to run. If we lose it, we don't stand a chance; from what I understand, cougars prefer to hide in trees and on craggy mountaintops, and hunt from above. So we'll have to either overwhelm it - which will be pretty hard, with just the two of us - or surprise it. The only way we'll come out of this unscathed is if we deliver a mortal blow right away." Her voice was casual, matter-of-fact - the same tone she'd used when they had been hunting deer with Kalasyn. She was a hunter, above all else; her skills in that area had been groomed to almost painful accuracy. Healing was beyond her, fighting outside of her talents, but hunting....She shook her head, fixing her gaze once more upon the distant feline. It was fast, flexible, and powerful. In a one on one fight, a cougar would triumph against a wolf every time. Hopefully with two against one, the odds were a bit more even.

instead of breathing i'll just
hyperventilate



Quest
Reply
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#3
--


His ears tilted towards her, listening, even while his eyes remained focused on the cougar. She admitted to him that she'd never killed a cat. Not a surprising fact. If she had told him that killing large, deadly felines was part of her repertoire then he would have been far more shocked. As it was they were both amateurs at this. The last time he'd tried to attack a feline it had purely been on the defensive to help defend someone else and chase the cat away. Now he was on the offensive and he needed to come up with a plan of action here.

Think. Think. Think... There was the lake, the tall grasses, the cliff walls. The grasses concealed them, the lake distracted the cougar --for now-- while the cliffs were unscalable to someone like him. He knew, he remembered as a youngster trying to climb things and ending up bruised as a result of his terrible results. As Embryn to climb the walls and leap onto the felines back? No, he wouldn't put her in that sort of danger. But she was already here, right? And she was every bit as capable as him of doing damage... but no. Something told him that wasn't the right thing to do.

He let out a puff of air from his nose as he thought the problem over. His eyes found hers as she began to explain what she knew of cougars. If they attacked it would fight until either it mortally wounded one of them or they wounded it and it ran... If it ran they had no hope of catching the fast and agile thing. If they caught it off guard together they had a better chance of fighting it... until it again, ran. For a surprise attack one of them would have to get in close and fast to get it around the throat.

Her matter-of-fact and flat tone was a stark contrast to what he was used to.
It reminded him of that hunt with Kalasyn... a hunt that was far less deadly than this one. One mistake here and it was over. No time for jokes, no times for light-hearted humor. He had to sort this out. "Okay... let me think for a moment..." He was heavier, if only a bit, and she was faster and more agile, if only a bit... Perhaps that bit was all that mattered. They both would have to be put into harm's way here as much as it pained him to admit it.

He had a plan.

"What if you were to jump out and surprise it? Not engage, exactly, just get it turned in your direction and make it angry. You're fast and you can dodge it." He stared with concerned green eyes. What if she wasn't fast enough? What if she got hit? What if something incredibly unlucky happened? It would be all his fault if she were hurt... or worse... He shook his head, willing those thoughts away while he outlined what else he had thought up. "While it's distracted with you I could try to get on its back and by extension get its neck. Once I'm there it'll be over." For the most part anyway. He just had to get a hold to the jugular and once he had that he wouldn't let go until it was drained. There was a quickening in his heart at the thought. The blood, the sweet sweet blood...

A twitch, a flick of his entire body, that was all that showed of the beast within him. It lasted less than a second that subtle jitter of his entire body. There was fear in his breast but there beside it lay that want. He needed that cougar just as much as it would want to kill him. "What do you think?"


642| Embryn
| notes


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply
131 Posts
8 Threads
3 Years
Female
Mesomorph
Ashon

Points: 53
#4
embryn ignis

She offered what little insight she could as to the current situation; it was a novel thing, this give-and-take of information, the voluntary advocate of prior experience. She was not used to having any worthy experience to share - and certainly not to taking any king of lead role in exemplifying that experience. But hunting...as many bad memories as hunting dredged up, as many nightmares were associated with that task, she could not deny that it was something she was born and bred to do. She memorized prey behavior and hunting strategies with ease, could differentiate species-specific scent and sounds to a precise science, and had trained her body to the chase. Speed and endurance were her forte, and she knew that she was a skilled hunter, though she would never be so bold as to actively claim such proficiency. But if she could use that experience now, even a little, to help the Coterie, to help Quest...

Quest was silent for a moment, thoughtful as he processed Embryn's suggestions. The silence stretched on, but Embryn did not dare interrupt; she followed the same mental trail as he. "What if you were to jump out and surprise it? Not engage, exactly, just get it turned in your direction and make it angry. You're fast and you can dodge it. While it's distracted with you I could try to get on its back and by extension get its neck. Once I'm there it'll be over." A pause, as a dangerous thrill crawled throughout her companion's body. Watching him as closely as she was, Embryn could not help but notice the male's full-body flicker of movement, and the twitch caused her to study Quest with more severity. If she had any doubts about her friend's ailment, they were all but dust in the wind; they were about to leap into the jaws of danger and Quest was transfixed by the notion of drinking its blood.

'What do you think?' her friend prompted. Embryn blinked, dragging her gaze away from Quest and back onto the cougar. "I think that it's our only chance," she murmured. She glanced back at her friend, her gaze somber. "Let's do it." Certainly she couldn't think of any alternative; her burning amber gaze fixated upon the distant cat, determination blazing within her pale yellow orbs. She moved away from Quest before her courage failed her, her lithesome body a blazing knife through the tall grasses. Slow and silent through the rushes she slithered, until the cat picked its head up from the lake. Its black-tipped tail twitched, its whiskers trembled, and Embryn burst from the grasses. Hackles raised, ears pressed fully forward, she was a bold flame - but she did not snarl, she did not growl. She merely stood, confident and controlled - neither a threat nor something to be easily ignored. The cat picked its head up and hissed.

instead of breathing i'll just
hyperventilate



Quest
Reply
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#5
--


She was thinking it through, pondering just as he knew she would. A great partner and better co-alpha he would never find. Her gaze, luminescent like the sun, turned back to the cougar as she drank in its appearance. Her words were assent and it caused his heart to pick up, the blood in his veins felt like it was carrying electricity through his body. This was it. This was going to make or break him... or her, if they did this wrong. Brief worry flashed in him. He could see her in his mind's eye, broken and beaten after the cat had first finished with him and then her. The image made him hurt and he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to help her if it came down to him or her.

Through the grasses she went, calm and collected. The feline saw her, its head lifting at her bold approach as she drew near but not too close. Now was his cue.

He headed out, silent as could be as he began his stealthy approach behind the feline. One wrong step, one loud sound and it would all be over and done. The cougar would turn and attack one or both of them. There was no room for error, it all had to be perfect.

He did not growl, he had a careful hold on himself. The beast inside was ravenous but it knew when to be still. The only excitement that seeped through his exterior was his hackles which were raised high in preparation for what was to come.

He was behind it now and ready to leap. His muscles coiled and then released as he sailed through the air. His body was on point and on trajectory to land on the cougar's back so that he could get a hold and sink his teeth into its neck.

If everything had gone correctly.

Who knew the reason. Perhaps it was smell, perhaps the cougar's ears were more sensitive than his own but whatever the case it turned and in one instant stepped to the side while he missed and landed next to it. One second of horror on his face as his eyes met Embryn's was all he had before it hit him like a truck.

Paws wrapped around his body like a vice grip, it knocked him to the ground before he had a chance to react. It was like a scene in slow motion as teeth were buried into his neck, locking down for a deadly hold. His lips pulled back in a snarl as he attempted to turn his head and bite the cougar but it was at an awkward position for him and he was unable to do more than writhe on the ground beneath the thing while blood oozed hot and thick from the wound at his neck. The terror had gone to leave only a rage brought on by the beast within. He wanted it just as much as it wanted him... but there was nothing he could do but thrash and snap at the thing while it buried it fangs deeper.


526| Embryn
| notes


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply
131 Posts
8 Threads
3 Years
Female
Mesomorph
Ashon

Points: 53
#6
embryn ignis

Set aflame by a determined spark, Embryn faced the cougar with resolute focus. She did not underestimate the danger she was in; her legs were loose, ready to sprint away at a moment's notice, her eyes intent upon the cougar's form and frame. Feline spines were more flexible, their shoulders built to pivot at a wider angle than that allowed by canine musculature. In battle, a wolf alone was limited primarily to the use of their teeth and the strength of their jaws; while their limbs and nails might be used to provide grip or facilitate dominance posturing, they were not tools of destruction. A wolf's true strength lay in its pack, in the teamwork and the strength inherent of multiple entities, in their endurance and their ability to strategize - but a feline was a one-man wrecking ball, built to rend and tear. Cats were capable of causing far more damage with their claws, with swift strikes and variable angles; their teeth were piercing weapons, not crushing ones. Their capacity for quick maneuvers and painful injuries could rend an unwary opponent bloodless in moments. Usually, Embryn would never have attempted to kill a cougar with only one other wolf. But her fellow Alpha's addiction left her no choice; she certainly wouldn't give up without trying.

She only had to keep the cat's attention on her until Quest moved in. Thus far, their plan was working; the cougar's tail thrashed irritably behind it, the pale pads of its upper lips raised and wrinkled as it bared inch-long fangs at her. Embryn did not flinch away, and instead held her ground; if she stepped forward, the cat might charge, and if she retreated, it might lose interest. As it stood, they were locked in a silent wrestling match of eye and ire. Hackles raised, ears pressed forward, Embryn huffed a faint, answering challenge - and as she did, Quest's body burst from the grasses. He flew through the air, and almost immediately the autumn hunter was awash in dread. She watched the cougar side step Quest's leap, as the creature turned to wrap him in a deathly embrace almost all in the same motion. She was moving before she'd even told her body what to do, rushing forward to help before she had the time to consider any of the potential consequences. She could already smell the blood, and Quest thrashed ineffectually beneath the weight of the determined feline.

She had not been scared, before - but now she was driven forward by panic. Her heart beat frantically in her chest, her lips pulled back in a savage snarl as she barrelled into the cougar's body. Built for speed, not power, she was not made of muscle like a true warrior would be - but with all her weight committed to a single leap, the cat was knocked back. It dragged Quest with it as it fell, growling low in its throat as it clutched its prey closer. Jaws gaping, Embryn snapped at the feline's neck, fangs gouging into the hard muscular flesh as she carried her momentum forward, all but landing half on top of the cougar as it crashed to the ground. This was a matter of life and death now - for she needed to kill the cougar before it could kill Quest.

instead of breathing i'll just
hyperventilate



Quest
Reply
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#7
--


He couldn't focus on anything else except the part panic and part rage that exploded in his chest. He wanted blood but the only blood being spilled was his own as that vice of a grip tightened around him and dug into his throat. Soon he was unable to think about much more than his own death, a lightness was coming over him and the emotions stirring in his breast were weakened. Was this how it was going to end?

He could feel the liquid spilling onto his body as he caved into the ground, his thrashing getting weaker as he almost succumbed to the puma. It wasn't until Embryn's snarls reached his ears and her weight bore down on the cat that he remembered himself. He couldn't let her down. If he gave up then the cougar would just turn to her next. He couldn't see what she was doing but whatever it was turned the cougar's attention onto her, its angered snarls rebounded against his ears and his suffocating nose could pick out the scent of more blood being spilled onto the air. Whether it was the cougar's or not he couldn't tell but it was enough for him to lose himself.

For once he allowed it to take him over completely without complaint. Beneath the cougar he gathered all of his strength and turned to sink his fangs down into the cat's leg with all of the force he could muster. Was that bone he could feel? Certainly it was not at all pleasant to the feline as he could hear a frantic, ear splitting shriek of pain from the thing. Blood bubbled into his mouth, wetting his throat and soothing him. He didn't care that the cat's attention was back on him, that its mouth was attempting to grab hold of his neck once more.

In fact...

Now that he'd bitten down on the feline's leg he could feel the grip loosen, just enough for him to be able to turn.

And turn he did.

As the cougar bore down on him once more he rolled over to meet it. Blood was everywhere, red upon red as it tried to grab for his neck but he too turned into it. The blow was deflected, instead snapping down on the base of his left ear while he managed a bite to its throat. His paws rose to grab it in an embrace simultaneously while he used the last vestiges of his strength to pull it down, screaming towards him as he fell back.

Pain blossomed everywhere at once but that sweet taste of crimson was enough to keep him holding on even as the beast clawed at him. Lying beneath the creature as he clung to consciousness while trying to drink from the vein he'd latched, certainly he wasn't able to see but the cougar's movements were becoming more sluggish as time passed.

He would surely bear these scars for years to come....

If he survived this day.


466+| Embryn
| oh god this is probably terrible x.x i'm sorry


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply
131 Posts
8 Threads
3 Years
Female
Mesomorph
Ashon

Points: 53
#8
embryn ignis

Fear brokered the female's reactions, driving her on with reckless fury. The fear, the panic, was spawned not for herself, but for Quest, trapped and bleeding beneath the cougar's body. It and a desperate, pervading degree of determination drowned out all other emotion, for she certainly would not stand idly by as the life was choked from her precious friend. If she could just get the cat to let go, if she could just hurt it enough to distract it from Quest, the male might be able to wiggle out from underneath its deathly embrace. Embryn bore down with her weight, trying to dig her fangs deeper into the feline's flesh, white canines seeking the sweet release of crimson. The cat lay sandwiched between the two wolves, Embryn's jaws locked upon the side of its neck while Quest reached up to attack from below.

The cougar readjusted its hold, and Embryn's eyes widened. Attacked and in pain, the beast wanted only to finish its kill. She yanked her head to the side, fangs sliding through flesh as she attempted to knock the cat's aim off balance; Quest was evidently attempting the same, turning as the cat's grip loosened for a split second. She saw from the corner of her eye that the cougar had missed Quest's throat, but its teeth were embedded fully into the russet male's ear. Embryn's amber eyes narrowed, slit pupils sharpened by the inherent danger of the situation. She could taste and smell the cat's blood, a musky perfume that scorched her tongue and made her feel nauseated, and her forelimbs gripped the cat's body to hold herself in position, but her muscles were becoming sore between all of the shifting weight. She couldn't seem to get her teeth into a good position; they bounced off bone and muscle as she tried to readjust her aim, her efforts ineffectual. None of it mattered, though - because the cat was clawing at Quest, trying to kill Quest, and she would not allow it.

Embryn leaned back, a snarl curling across her features. She sank her fangs deeper into the weakening feline - and then slashed her head to the right. Her teeth cut a blazing, bleeding line across the cat's neck, and a waterfall of crimson rushed out to drench the feline's fur. Her ears were pinned back to her head, her muzzle stained with red, but she continued to dig and tear until the cat's entire side was covered in cuts and slashes that only served to weaken it further. Quickly, quickly, for surely Quest could not hold out beneath the beast for much longer, and any stray swipe of its claws might damage him irreparably.

instead of breathing i'll just
hyperventilate



Quest
Reply
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#9
--


Everything was roaring in his ears: his heart, his soul, the beast that latched onto his ear and clawed his pelt to ribbons. At least it wasn't focused on Embryn anymore... At least he might be weakening it for her to finish off. He could feel the flow of blood into his maw. He knew from the fountain that he'd found his prize though it was a toss-up whether it would kill him first or if he would manage to weaken it enough. By the gods, he wouldn't let go until there was nothing left in him to hold with!

He could feel the world shifting but he didn't know whether it was his own mind falling away from consciousness or if it was more. He was aware of the blood gushing into his mouth, falling over his body and then a great weight. It crashed down upon him bit by bit, the cougar was collapsing under the blows given by his companion and the wolf drinking from its jugular. He could feel pain leave his ear as the cat let go --but what was that pain to every other body part that seemed to be burning and flowing freely?-- to try and get away.

It failed.

The feline's body collapsed partially on and partially off of Quest. The male beneath the great cat had fallen still, blood was oozing from his wounds... but perhaps not as quickly as it should have been. It was a slow leak that seemed to be trying to stop altogether now that he was lying still and undisturbed.

The male himself... his eyes were closed and he didn't even try to move himself from the cougar. The weight stifled his breathing, its blood poured over his body but he did nothing to stop it. To him it felt as if this was all happening to someone else, some other poor wolf's pelt was littered with scars and shredded to ribbons... Not him. Maybe he could just keep his eyes closed and drift off forever where there would be no pain ever again.

Yes... That seemed like a good plan.


355| Embryn
| not dead... regen is kicking in and trying to do its thing to clot wounds


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply
131 Posts
8 Threads
3 Years
Female
Mesomorph
Ashon

Points: 53
#10
embryn ignis

Blood coated her tongue, splashed across the side of her face and muzzle; the hot iron tang was tinged with the flavor of fear, rude and mullish like the scent of the cat. Red stained her paws, painting them in garish shades of crimson. Still she snapped and snarled, pulling bits of flesh away, clawing and biting and finally locking her jaws around the meaty bulk of the cougar's shoulder. She heaved, planting her paws against the ground, but the cat was far too heavy for her to drag off of Quest by herself. It seemed to be fading, though - and with the amount of blood pooling around them, little wonder. Embryn growled, a flame burning high, scorching the fuel to which it clung. The cougar's side was a ruined mess, it's eyes closed tight against the combined assault of the two wolves, but still it retained a stubborn air of lethal determination.

Until, at last, it died.

Embryn paused, tentatively loosening her grip as the feline collapsed entirely. The cat was finally silent, and Embryn's growl faded in her throat. The arena was silent, save for her heaving breaths, and she stepped forward. Her eyes were locked on Quest, whose body was now mostly visible beneath the cougar's fallen figure. "Quest?" she murmured, whining. "You okay?" There was no answer - and as she glanced over the scene, her heart beat faster. There was too much blood. The cougar had had its claws and teeth and weight all brought to bear against her friend. But he was okay, right? They had killed the cat and everything would be okay. Right? She looked closer. He was still breathing, despite all of the bloodloss. Embryn collapsed onto her haunches, exhaling a sigh of relief.

"Quest?" her voice rose again, hopeful. She shoved the cougar away and off of Quest, a task made easier now that it was not fighting against her. She pressed her face up near Quest's, nosing his body - and she paused. There were gashes in his fur, holes and scars that showed flesh and bone - but she could have sworn they looked smaller a moment ago. As she watched, the muscles knit back together, tendon and sinew merging. It was a slow process, oh so slow...but the bleeding had almost completely stopped.


instead of breathing i'll just
hyperventilate



Quest
Reply
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#11
--


It seemed as if his entire body was suspended in pain and a darkness but there was light that he was certain if he ran far enough he could get to it. In this suspension, he took a step forward but stopped when he heard a voice. He could hear his name in the darkness, back towards the pain. It was calling him, worry in the tone. The voice was so familiar now that he was sure he would recognize it anywhere. Embryn. She was worried about him and he couldn't let that be. He wouldn't allow for his best friend to worry about him. So, reluctantly, he made his way back towards the pain and into reality once more.

Turquoise eyes parted to look at the blurry world around him. There was Embryn, the fiery fae was nosing at him as he lay in the dirt with the cougar gone. From his position he couldn't see much and he was loathe to move any part of his body now, not when everything hurt so much... although, it didn't seem to hurt as bad as he remembered before. "You're a sight for sore eyes, Em..." Voice was hoarse and tired but there was that humor injected into it to show that he was back and was here to stay. "Did... did we get it?" He could only assume that they'd killed it or it had run off. He couldn't remember much after blacking out.




244| Embryn
| ooo... short post is short...


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply
131 Posts
8 Threads
3 Years
Female
Mesomorph
Ashon

Points: 53
#12
embryn ignis

Adrenaline pumping through her system, it took her a moment to realize what was happening. Quest's wounds were steadily healing themselves, and at such an accelerated rate that she could watch as the perforated bone and muscle knit together before her eyes. Embryn held her breath, fascinated and repulsed all at the same time - though above all, she was relieved. Quest was okay. He was healing. This was likely just another one of Khrusos' strange mutations, but this time it had potentially saved Quest's life. He had been hurt so severely, lost so much blood, that she had been scared...but no, he was fine. He was okay. Any moment now he would wake up, and smile at her, and they would bandy quick quips back and forth, like they always did. The flame that had burned so bright in defense of her friend was sputtering out, sparks flying in the dark as she tried to convince herself that she had not lost him.

She exhaled shakily, her rump collapsing heavily upon the ground beside her unconscious packmate. Unable to take her eyes off of Quest lest something happen to change his condition for the worse, she could not help but to catch the instant his eyes opened. She was on her feet in the same moment, her tail held high even as her ears pressed forward, painfully attentive. 'You're a sight for sore eyes, Em..." His voice was quiet, pained, but she heard him nonetheless. She couldn't help but smile, but it was a thin, watery thing. "You look pretty sore yourself," she offered weakly. "Did... did we get it?" His question rose hopefully. Embryn spared a moment to glance at the cougar's discarded body, but her eyes flew back to Quest soon enough. "Yeah, we got it. But....let's maybe not do this again, okay?" Her ears fell, drooping. "It almost got you."

She averted her gaze, a wave of shame rising up to meet her. She hadn't been any help. She'd driven the thing right to him, and when it had grabbed him, all her efforts to break him free had been useless. She was not a fighter - she never had been. But oh, she wished that she was, if only because could have helped protect him."Are you alright?" The obvious question fell from her tongue before she could stop it, but she looked back at him to ascertain the truth for herself. "You're healing on your own..." she noted softly, awe touching her voice as she watched a thin scratch on his shoulder seal itself.


instead of breathing i'll just
hyperventilate



Quest
Reply
190 Posts
13 Threads
3 Years
Male
Ectomorph
Plymouth

Points: 58
#13
--


He continued to lay there, noting that his body was itching all over but he wouldn't dare reach up to scratch lest he discover a part of himself missing. A thing that the cougar had ripped off and he would only notice now after the adrenaline of the moment was gone. So, he continued to lay and look at his dearest friend. Her twin, yellow eyes stared back at him and he could almost feel the relief flowing from her like it was a physical thing.

A chuckle sounded out of his throat at his friend's words. "Deal. We'll stick to deer and hares... Hares are nice." It almost got him... Almost. Maybe next time they decided to do something like this it would get him. No next time, then. He promised himself and her that. As far as he was concerned cougars were dead to him. He glanced at the carcass that lay away from him, no pun intended.

He glanced back at his friend and nodded at her question. He was alright as he could be, he supposed. Maybe sitting up would be the next turn of business to make sure that nothing permanent had been done. He made the mental effort but stopped short of the physical when Embryn mentioned that he was healing by himself. Quest's turquoise gaze found hers as he blinked dumbly in confusion. What did she mean? He was supposed to heal. It took him a full minute to look blankly down at his shoulder where one of the biggest wounds had been and when he did look a gasp fell from his jaws in surprise.

"Well... this wasn't the result I expected when killing a cougar..." No, the true mission result still seemed to be up in the air but this here was rather interesting. He finally sat up on his rump and watched --equal parts disgusted and intrigued-- as his wounds healed themselves. "Khrusos is playing with us once more." But what a useful mutation this was. Silent like his bloodlust but not something that would harm.

He shook his head, knowing better than to question the how's or why's. It just was. So, healing with super speed? Check. But what about his thirst? "I wonder if killing that thing helped at all." He didn't feel thirsty right now but that was probably a combination of nearly dying and the fact that he'd managed to drink a fair amount of the thing's blood before he'd gone down. Now he wondered of the true success of the mission.


426| Embryn
| finally posted x.x


"I Speak!"
I Think...


Wolf by Windfuchs | Textures by Hexe78
Table by Plymouth
[Image: Cheeky_Quest_bust.png]
by savage <3
Reply



Hosted by isoldehn. Powered by MyBB, © 2002-2018 MyBB Group.
Top 50 Wolf RPG Top 100 Wolf RPGs SVERIGE Savagery RPG
Savagery RPG Aravae's Hollow
Hello, guest!
or Register?