He felt pain like no other rip through his shoulders and scruff tearing through the fine skin underneath as easily as a hare’s. Meryl though was lost, his own growing anger turning insanity marring every one of his features, kind eyes turned feral, hackles rose in a displace of defiance and anger never shown to any other . His normal self was lost in the pain and hatred though the part that now managed to claw itself to the surface has always been there, just now so visible. For who wanted to see that vindictive, dark side of the sweet healer. Only those who knew of his penchant for poisons maybe wouldn’t be surprised, but even then he normally didn’t show more than a fascination or a morbid curiosity of the plants. It was all they maybe could see; never did he say (out loud) that he wished to use them on another wolf before. It would be proper then that his blood father would be the first that stirred this then, the one who created the demon inside of the normally angelic boy.
As he was torn he reached as best he could to tear and take whatever he could of the brute’s face. He would permanently mark his face; make it more disgusting than ever. Maim him best he could before his own life was quashed beneath the massive behemoth that tore into him. It pleased him like nothing else to feel his own fangs make contact and tear at the flesh of the one who hurt him so. He tasted the blood and enjoyed the small victory that met with his fangs. He wanted more and he was going to snap around again and again until this brute released him or killed him whatever it would come to first!
What he didn’t count on was the massive beast getting angrier as he had ripping into him more and deeper, as Meryl just had lashed out on the brute before. It caused the smaller wolf to let go and giving a yelping growl while recoiling inward into a ball, preventing a chunk of flesh from being torn off but leasing sizable gashes within his already mangle shoulder and scruff area from pulling away faster than the whole of the brute’s jaws could grab a solid hunk of flesh. But then he felt the fangs make contact again lifting his paws from the dirt. Meryl kicked and snarled all the while sending his long legs flailing in the few moments that they were disconnected from their earth in an feeble attempt to do something more to harm his beast that killed his mother and hurt him.
He was slammed to the ground pinned down by a large paw but the pain on his back and shoulder seared like hell fire as it was pressed into the ground and dirt below. He kicked his hind legs up wards meekly realizing this battle was lost. His eyes still narrowed and a vicious snarl still firmly set ivory teeth bared with pain and daring. He was scared, that part inside that was a healer, but the rage and hate that boiled wouldn’t allow him to back away from the desire to pluck those fiery orbs from that brute’s face.
He was being sized up like a slab of meat, the ferocity in Andras’ eyes mirroring his own but then something just slowly seemed to break and fade. His voice boomed but something just seemed missing. Meryl couldn’t tell what but he watched still squirming beneath the massive paw fruitlessly before lunging at the paw and leg that held him down. Contact or not it seemed as though the massive male didn’t even notice. Like a ghost took him he just left leaving the small Meryl shoved in the dirt confused and frustrated. He wanted to yell and get to his paws but something, likely his was missing common sense, told him to remain still and quiet. He got away with his life… this time. Why did he spare him? His whole body went limp legs turning over to one side and he laid in the dirt in hurt, angry and mostly confused. He could have died, he could have killed him, and that brute apparently was his father. Meryl felt the familiar numbness of before take him back still staring blankly in the direction the male had left feeling broken.
He lay there alone feeling blank, though he was well aware of his maimed shoulder, scruff and back hip; they stung like when you stuck your paw in ice just a searing pain. His body shook, in anger or pain he couldn’t tell which was stronger then he grew still. Something light in him stirred something calming though it felt worried and scared all the while and it grew stronger. Soon it filled him leaving him feeling steadied though still he did little more then stare blankly off in the direction that Andras had gone. He felt her, she was coming for him as he had for her, and soon the feeling was met with a scent he wasn’t sure he wanted there now. What would he do? What would he say? He felt broken his whole identity shattered at this discovery that he never cared, or wanted, to know. Maybe fleeting while with his mother, sure, but once he had been taken into Andromeda’s family he cared no longer.
Meryl didn’t move, he wasn’t sure he could if he wanted to, she moved towards him and part of him didn’t want her anywhere near him, the other part couldn’t be more happy that his dear friend and soul had come for him, he felt… dirty, tainted and now so broken he felt more undeserving than ever of her affection. She touched his check and the accompanying spark that usually followed did setting his soul alight with glee at the sight of his grey and black pelted imprint. His eyes moved from staring off in the direction where his assailant had gone to her, looking out of the corner at his eye so that the brown, sky-flecked orbs found her mahogany. He couldn’t speak, but the look in his eyes were conflicting and filled with, pain and anger for a moment before they just softened turning to a shattered state.
He just… wanted to go home, back to Yin and back to his family.
Meryl
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