There was one way to walk into a situation like this, and not be a vampire.  Normally one would blanch, back away and probably yell for help.  Yeah if you were a normal person and didn't have the ugly stain of a vampiric mutation.  Fin was not sadly, and the scent of blood was again what drew them close towards the scene. " Mary, Joesph, and the saints. What in hell's name happened to you?" they breathed once they got close enough to see what kind of damage, while fighting the driving urge to frenzy.

From what they could tell that Lazarus was either mauled or beaten a inch of his life, how the poor fellow was still alive was a deed grace by either god himself or from his sheer will of remaining alive despite the injuries he was carrying that should kill him.

That was when Fin realized that Lazarus could speak, and in his case was probably the worst thing he should do, for Fin wasn't sure if his injuries also affected his lungs.  " Mate I don't know if you can hear me or not, but you are on Sunhaven territory.  Fucking hell bruv who did this to you?"

He hoped help was arriving, or someone else was.

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Bucky, in his past, had quite a fair share with death. While the former assassin hasn't died yet, he's watched his victims lives drain out of their eyes before him. And, there have been several circumstances where the maine coon was nearly at deaths door. Some memories that popped up in his head are when Levi tried to kill him, when Angeldust tried to poison him and when Riza tried to straggle him. Damn, a lot of people tried to kill him, huh? Honestly, he can't think of a circumstance when he wasn't close to death when it wasn't someone trying to kill him. He's definitely made a lot of enemies, whether if it was due to the Asset or political status of clans. Unfortunately for all of them, their attempts failed- and even some have to live with Bucky as a clanmate.

Bucky was leaving the sea village when the smell of iron invaded his nostrils. Lately, when he smells blood, he is lead to numerous dead bodies. Bucky knows that he's used to death and corpses, and that he's not squeamish towards them. But he knows a lot of his clanmates are- a majority of them don't have a war-torn background like he did. These corpses they've been discovering lately, they've been so, so gruesome- even a little too much for the maine coon himself. Anytime his gaze lands on more corpses, especially those with the scent of the Ascendants, more anger and disgust boils in his chest. Buckingham Barnes, who is a murderer unlike his clanmates believe, wouldn't even stoop so low to eat his victims.

Bucky was hoping when he began to track the scent, he wouldn't find a corpse. Or any number larger than one, they already found seven more corpses a few days ago. He didn't want to add on the body count, not again.

Buckingham shortly made his way in after Infirmaryward, his light blue eyes landing on Lazarus. Well technically speaking, they did find a corpse- the male before them was alive. Barely so, his eyes only had to stare at Lazarus bloodied hind leg to understand that. Their hind leg looks like it was bitten out of, as if someone decided to snack on them- but didn't get to finish the meal. It would add up with the recent murders- all the victims have been eaten. Perhaps Lazarus was attacked by the same assailant that's caused Sunhaven so much trouble. Unfortunately, Buckingham didn't understand the language Lazarus spoke in. Buckingham knew that it was Spanish, but he never learned another language. At times like this, he wish he was fluent in other languages so he won't feel clueless.

"Do you speak English?" The former assassin inquired, wanting to know if they were going to be communicating with two languages the whole time or not. He wasn't sure how much talking there'll be, considered the state Lazarus is in, but it will still make things ten times easier if they can all understand each other. Bucky eyed the bloodied hind leg for a moment, his tail slowly swishing behind him. "I'll go grab Venus," He told Infirmaryward, "I'm no medic but even I know that wound is dire."

/ retro to vampirism

Fin nodded their head briefly in account to understand what Bucky had told them. But as soon as Lazarus spoke, the feline turned their head towards the mortally injuried hybrid of sorts.

They knew what Lazarus meant by sleep, in this case he meant die. It would living miracle if he survived such a terrible injury, let alone fighting infection on top of that if whomever did this in the first place. "Help is on the way. Just hold on. You'll right as rain I'm sure of it. Just hold on." Fin wasn't sure who they were reassuring themselves or Lazarus.

Lazarus was at death's door, they were almost certain of it. He just hoped Venus could get here a little bit more faster before Lazarus expired.

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The smell of blood tainted the air and it was a smell she very well knew set her on edge. When blood was around she knew that something could have gone wrong. But she also wanted to believe that perhaps it was just a successful hunt. Maybe someone was bringing back to share with the group as a whole. It wasn't everyday that they brought back food for everyone and in truth they needed to start up perhaps some hunting patrols. But this day was not going to be one for relaxing as she followed the smell of blood, thickening as she got closer to the source of it. Her paws slowed down as she pushed her way through the thick trees that were losing their leaves by the day and she breathed in slowly, eyes shifting over the area before she turned to finally spot what appeared to be a harshly injured dog and her group mates. Alarm flared through toxic green eyes as she studied what was going on and she found that they needed to get him to camp as quickly as possible. Venus was most likely busy so they could take the male to her if need be. "If ya both can support him we should take him tae camp. It ain't but a short distance and we can get him what he needs quicker than waitin'." Her massive frame moved forward and she tilted her head a little as she eyed the injured male, trying to make sure that he could hold up till they got there. "What's ya name?"

She asked him, a way of keeping him focused on anything else but the pain around him. He couldn't sleep for fear of losing him that way and she lightly aimed to nudge his shoulder gently before moving to stand beside him, tails shifting a bit so that he could lean on her. "Lean on me, ya will be fine. We'll patch ya up and make sure everything heals right. Just one step in front of the other." She spoke gently, gaze looking forward as she took one step forward in an effort to lead him to where they needed to go.

"SPEECH"