It felt like an eternity wondering if she was going to make it or slip into the abyss with him right here. He felt powerless other than to give her his warmth after being beaten and tortured so badly. He was almost shaking himself in anger, and before he knew it he saw Zelda coming towards them with her eyes welling up at the sight. He felt he could bring her here, and it was right for Zelda to see with Iromar was really about. There was a darkness in the Iromarians, and he got to see it with his own eyes...and his soul got to feel their fangs.

Zelda saw Arace and immediately went to work on the wounds. Starfall watched, knowing her mother Zeltzin would not be far behind after the call. He watched as Arace reacted with a groan to Zelda’s treatment. He lifted himself into a sit, knowing she was breathing but in continued and constant pain. His own teeth clenched and his tail flickered in reaction to how Arace felt. He knew this was a possibility, but he still couldn’t get over what happened. How all of this happened. Zelda apologized for not stopping them, but what was she to do?

”They make their own decisions. They show their colors- and it is the color of blood and torture,” he said with a low growl, opal eyes continuing to watch almost in a haze of shock. Zelda was visibly upset, and she didn’t even look at him as she worked on Arace. Zelda was too kind of a woman, and that was perhaps quite obvious now for many reasons.

Once again he was so shocked that he didn’t realize time had passed and Zeltzin came, her words of telling Zelda to calm down and taking over causing him to breathe again. Zeltzin looked over Arace and assessed that Arace was going to live. Starfall was not completely relieved by this. Was she going to be able to walk? Run? Feed herself? Will she be disabled the rest of her life? Such a thing is practically a death sentence- a long, torturous one, unless he provided her with constant care. And he had no choice. If that was the case, he would have to do it. No matter what. That was the power of the bond. She says they didn’t intend to kill her despite how she looks. The fur on his spine ruffled and exposed the red angel mark in irritation.

”No, they did not intend to kill. What the hell did they intend? To break her paws? Rip her face apart? You all should have SEEN their faces, they were ENJOYING it, like this was just an EXCUSE to torture for FUN,” he busted out, suddenly standing in a foreboding manner, though not towards the woman who were helping. He turned to pace, muscles tense and rippling through his pelt.

”They said that they are the real justice of Moladion right to my face, does this look like justice? Will she even walk? Hunt? Did they intend for her to starve or bleed to death, slowly, and painfully?” he says through clenched teeth as he continued to pace, letting them work as he vented. His anger was real and palpable, but he did not intend to upset them either. He just wanted them- Zelda- to know what they were really like.

”At the very least Pine said to let me take her right when I got there and then she ran off. If they kept going, I was going to rip them to shred until they stopped...stultus nothi,” he continues, taking in a deep breath as he stands still for a moment during his pacing. He had to try and gather himself. He knew she was in good paws right now. There is nothing he can do to change what happened to her...if only his father was here on this day. His eyes open to see Arace’s gaze for just a moment before she falls back into her own darkness, and he sighs with his ears falling upon his head.