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Posted on December 28, 2013 at 09:07:14 PM by Solaris
 I came because I heard the sounds. Snarls and yelps and barks all hidden within the roar and growl of a wolf at war. I came because I smelt Coza and my grandmother, Kiska, though she calls herself by a different name here. I cannot say why and as such I say nothing. I will not speak her true name if she does not desire it so, that is not business my own and so I will leave it to her to reveal in time, if such a thing is what she seeks. I came because the scent of blood runs so thickly within the air that is takes away the scent of forest and pine and the moistened earth after rain that I have become so very used too. Yet it was not what I expected to see as I leapt upon the small rise within the trees, white and red pelt faintly aglow as the violet and blue of the eyes my other grandmother had lent to me fell upon a scene which will remain within my heart and mind for as long as I shall live. I have heard of The Black Prince, mothers tell such stories to younger pups, telling them that they will be taken away of they dare to wonder to far from the den. They are tales and little else, or so I had believed. I know well that all stories hold some truth, yet I had not believed that which I see now before my opalescent eyes. I had not truly given thought to the knowledge that such a creature existed in such maddened entirety and nor have I ever seen, nor will ever forget watching the hind limb of another be torn from the frame it belonged to. Perhaps it was shock that rendered my two-year old form immobile, my body only now beginning to grow into itself, my adult size becoming apparent with the board touch of my chest and muscle that was slowly forming, though truly I am sure I look of disproportion still. I could do not but stare as Coza fell upon him, my grandmother surely about to do the same. Perhaps she was aged now, yet she is large and powerful, a veteran of battle and I know she will do as she must. As I must do my own job. Yet how does one keep peace, or facilitate it within a battle already gone so wrong. I am far too late this time, I cannot stop this, just as I could not stop the war of Iromar and Diveen for I was far too young, far to small. Perhaps I am still though I know well enough that I hold enough strength for what it is I desire. I cannot stop this, not while my body is still half grown. Yet perhaps I can spare a life this day, or preserve one, the darkened male with the eyes of green, so truly like his own son whom rests within the lands of my birth, holds his prize firmly within his jaws as Coza attacks and indeed I can believe- and I do so with great hope, that he is occupied, that my grandmother will help our Alpha do as must be done and kill or drive away the dark one. He is distracted and for now that must be enough. I dropped lower once more, into the thickened trees and bush of my own home, aiming to keep myself hidden and within the shadows, though my pelt does not absorb them like the darker creature, rather, it seems to repel such a shade, making it all the more difficult for myself to remain hidden, those flares of red, the Marks of my blood seem only to glow more hotly, doing nothing to help me stay from view and yet I can hope only the creature does not see. I am not fool enough to believe I can fight, not at this age and I see no good to come from three attacking one, such things become only messy and confused and I have no desire for that. My focus is upon the one whom lays unconscious and bleeding. I was a Healer before I was a Runner of Taviora and though my training is limited, taught to me only by my Mother, I know well the result of the loss of blood. I have seen it in prey and in this, both the hunted and hunter are much the same. To lose the blood that runs within the veins is to lose lift itself and though perhaps he will be given to die regardless……I cannot leave him to be so readily consumed, even if life may not be what he desires, it is my desire that he should be further given the choice. I crept closer now, nervous, anxious, for to say I was otherwise would be a lie within itself. The snarls and grows fill the air, muffling the sound of my heavy paws as I creep closer and closer still to the silvered body of the other, so very close to Coza and the black male before my jaws part to grab the scruff of the fallen boy, my own young form heaving backwards, thankful for the first time perhaps, for the blood of Devil and Kiska and Kane. Heavy blood, powerful blood that loans a strength beyond my age as I seek to drag to male away, lighter perhaps, with only three limbs. I moved to drag him as best I could, panting from this effort, my limbs given to shake with the struggle of a fully grown adult and my own fear of being fallen upon should the creature return for his meal as I seek to steal it, pulling the male as far as I can from the battle that ensures before it is I finally release him. I pressed my snowy muzzle to him, brushing his face and neck, seeking to wake him before my attention returned to his limb as the blood still gushed and I felt a rising sickness within myself at the sight. Pressure stops bleeding and yet the weight of my paws may well not be enough, the only thing heavier being my frame itself. I have nothing else, no supplies, no other method and truly he may still well die, for perhaps I am to late in what I do, moving to very near lay my paws and forefront atop the limb, using the weight of limbs and my chest to lay atop his stump and press downwards, seeking to shut off the bloodied fountain. It will slow the bleeding, but for how long I cannot say, just as I do not know for how long the black one will remain distracted. Yet if this silvered male is to die today- then at least he shall not die alone. There is at least one Angel watching over him today and perhaps that will count for something. Perhaps. 41in, 185lbs || Kane x Isola || Brother of Achilles, Sage, Forfax, Haziel, Ariel || Angel Prince of Diveen/Runner of Taviora |
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