He had taken her by her scruff and was dragging her back to Taviora. He caught the tail end of Zelda’s message as he ran to Iromar before, and he hoped that Zelda would indeed welcome them. He didn’t want to get Zelda or Taviora in trouble for what he did...but he had to do it. It was not an option, and it was not something he could negotiate over. He knew now the true power and strength of the imprint bond. If he liked it or not, it was there, and it was not like anything he had experienced before.

Although he worried about dragging her and pulling her with his teeth, he had to get her to safety. The smell of blood was everywhere and left a clear trail. He had to be quick, and luckily he was an Angel mixed with the Star Children. His blood was strong and he was able to pull her through, although with much tiring and exhausting effort. He could only hope that no one was attracted to the blood and tried to attack. He would fight to the death, but he was feeling the ache of his muscles...yet it did not matter compared to the pain of Arace. He was probably hurting her with the dragging due to his grip and the ground itself. It was frustrating going all this way, and stressful as hell not knowing if something will jump out at them...or if Arace will make it at all.

He finally began to smell the trees of Taviora in the air. He did not know how long it took for him to get here and barely realized he had got here at all. He gently lowers Arace, his eyes looking up to see Taviora trees. He pants with his tongue out of his mouth, a rage still boiling inside of him at Iromar, and how those wolves seemed to ENJOY it. They were all sick little fucks in his mind now. There is a difference in enacting punishment because it needs to be done and enjoying the process. It was almost like this was an excuse to have someone to torture. That is what this was, torture. He saw the look in their eyes, and the words of Cuirass and the way he taunted him afterwards. Starfall felt that male of red and white was a demented individual. Iromar indeed still held demons of red, under the cover of the small woman named Pine. At the very least, she allowed him to take Arace without a fight...although Starfall did leave his mark upon Cuirass.

He lifted his muzzle and howled for Zelda. His voice was loud, and called for a healer as well. He heard the ravens cawing not too far, taunting Arace to die on him. He lowered his muzzle cursing under his breath as he finally gets a moment to see how battered she really was. He was not even sure how she was alive right now. Iromar proved one thing to him, and it was that it was no longer his home as it was when he lived there with Raven. Cuirass claimed this was justice, but this was not justice. He wondered if she had trial, wondered if they questioned her, tortured her for whatever answer they wanted to hear. He clenches his teeth as he sees all the blood and wounds.

He wanted to yell at her. He wanted to scream at Iromar. He wanted to sleep as they say sleep was for others, just rest in darkness. He wanted his parents back to help him with this situation. He wanted his brother. He wanted to see Raven again. But everything was taken from him and he was left with this mad woman ripping him apart. She was his imprint through, and it was his soul’s duty to make sure she gets out of this alive. Gently he lowers himself to her, wrapping his neck around hers but barely touching. Blood covers his maw and is matted into his front legs and chest. He can only wait for Zelda to come, and hopefully she will know the best spot to bring her...if she will allow Arace in. If not, he would find a place for Arace right outside the border.

”Mane viveret, ad damnandum eum,” (Stay alive, damn it,) he murmurs in the Latin tongue, his opal eyes open and alert for any threats as he awaits for the arrival of somebody- anybody, who could help.