I will admit that it was probably not my best look, after all, Knight in Shining Armour and Hero of Damsels in Distress are not exactly my most frequently used titles and yet, that’s not to say I don’t take a certain satisfaction in the roles either way. I do so enjoy killing things and really I had performed quite the massacre tonight. It is the aftermath that bothers me. For one, my hair is ruined. It will take days to remove the blood that’s dried itself thickly within the snow of my pelt and longer still to be free of the stench of it. After all, nothing smells more like the individual himself then his own blood and really I was going to spend the better part of a week smelling like....whathisname over there. Evidently I had managed to soothe my own adrenaline and agitation enough to allow some clear thought to permeate my mind, after all, thoughts on my own vanity and ego were hardly critical in the heat of battle and their return to the forefront of my mind is a rather good signal that I, me, Heyel- not the Assassin, is returning to the control panel. Even so, I return to my earlier point, that if someone was to take a stroll through the woods this evening they would surely find me in a rather compromising position. After all, what would anyone think were they to find my form entwined around Zen’s own in the middle of the night? That both of us remain near drenched on blood, at least, would imply that we’d been tearing each other apart, our dead companions the unfortunate casualties of the war we seemed to have raged through the forest. Of course, this was nowhere near the truth of the matter, yet it entertained my mind as I held myself against her.

She was still warm, still lucid and indeed, though I claim to no little to nothing about healing, warmth and consciousness tend to be positive signs. That she still speaks, still seems coherent is also a rather pleasing thing. It would be such a shame if she were to die from loss of blood or infection and indeed, the sooner she can walk, the better. I may be able to stop the blood flow, but I cannot heal her and she certainly cannot heal herself. I needed to get her back to the Pack and yet we were miles from it. This was going to be a very, very long night. I considered for a moment in the least, leaving her as she was a running back to Diveen, bringing a healer back with me and yet......for whatever reason, the thought of leaving her displeased me further. There were Demons in these woods, that Tobias hadn’t shown up yet was a miracle in itself, yet that would hardly stop any others. No, leaving her was a foolish idea and my lack of options bristled against me once more. How could she be so foolish to walk alone? Why was she out this far? Why did I care SO much? I snorted once more, shaking my head to clear these thoughts from my mind before pressing the moss back against her wound, ears flicking forward at her strained words, pain evident in her voice and yet there was nothing I could do to lessen it- and that, more then anything- bothers me. I don’t handle being helpless well.

How was it looking? I frowned in the dark, easing my hold from around her to pull back the moss from her shoulder, spitting the bloodied plant onto the earth and shaking the residue from my tongue with disdain before lowering my gaze once more. It was difficult within the gloom, especially upon a pelt made of night itself, to see the true extent of the damage. I inhaled, huffing softly as my mind sorted these scents. It smelt clean, if anything and the lack of scent also indicated a lack of bleeding- at least for now.

“To me it looks like a black patch on a black wolf, leaking black if you want an honest answer.”

In the dark, everything was black. I flashed a grin, why on earth I thought it was an appropriate time to make jokes I cannot say. Evidently, I do not handle being helpless well, as already stated and really, a smile never killed anyone. I shrugged, choosing nonchalance once more, after all, it didn’t seem to bad and really, keeping the patient calm was half the battle wasn’t it? If I told her she would be fine, then she’d damn well be fine. If I acted calm and at ease then she would be more inclined to remain the same.

“It’s not bleeding anymore. Now what? We really do need to make our way back home, you need an actual healer, despite my- obvious skill in the area it could well get infected. Can you walk that far, darling? You can lean against me if you must, my pelt is already ruined, a little more blood and dirt will hardly make a difference.”

Another grin touched my features in the dark as I shuffled once more, moving about her slowly, carefully, for fear of jostling her unnecessarily, waiting for her instruction on the matter as her head tilted, ears folding softly back as her tongue brushed gently against my chin, violet gaze flicking to her own in the dark as she spoke.

“I...well...I”

Felt like a child, a silly child who’d never once had a girl smile at him before. It’s been a very, very long time since I’ve.....well. There were others, before Zeivah, meaningless, nothing and then Zeivah and only Zeivah for so many years. I’ve forgotten this feeling, I’ve forgotten what it is and I.....I’m not even sure I’m ready for that again, at least not yet I.....I think I read into things a little to much. A small kiss, a word of thanks, that is all it is, yes. I smiled. I was so oblivious, but give me a break, it’s been a long time.

“Vestra grata.” (Your welcome)

I murmured, lifting my muzzle to press it against her check in a way almost chaste and delicate before I forced my mind to business once more.

“We need to move, the blood may well bring other things this night.”

h e y e l
The King