UNRAVEL MY SOUL && trap + amputation.

[cavalrychoir]

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So far, it's been a good day. Things were quiet and no one bothered him to the point of aggravation. He held small conversations and went about his business as per usual. He enjoyed the quiet or the soft buzz of his busy companions. Of course, he still felt odd about living with others still and was still guarded around them, but he was learning to relax- slowly, but surely. But like most good things, it must come to an end. It hurt. The sight of the familiar pink flower petals on the ground brought him up, made his heart swell and the corners of his lips curl in a smile. Seconds later he was plummeting to the ground. The smell of blood wrapped itself around his nose as his heart rate increased. Fearing for the worst he broke into a sprint, trailing after the scent. It wasn't long before he was standing a couple meters away from the two, breathing hard with claws outstretched. Opening his mouth to say something, he was cut off with swift movements from Leroy as he amputated her leg. For a second, Ren was frozen in place. His blood ran cold and his skin beginning to crawl as wide red eyes shone in disbelief. Leroy... Leroy was on their side, was he not? So why...

Mad wasn't a strong enough word to express how he felt. Enraged? Livid? He wanted to shout at Leroy, rip him to shreds and he would have. Every fiber in his body was telling him to put some distance between Delilah and him. But instead, he found his eyes trailing to the trap, then to the canine's expression. Milliseconds later, alarms went off in his mind and as swiftly as his murderous intent towards Leroy started, it stopped. The wildcat was now running over to them, naturally slipping himself by Delilah's head and pressing his nose to her cheek carefully. He wanted to do something... He wanted to help but he didn't know where to begin. He was scared he'd do something wrong and make matters even worst. "Delilah..." He murmured, doing his best to keep his voice from cracking. "Dark optics turned up to look at Leroy, "B-bandages, right? I do not..." He had no idea what to do but Delilah was hurting and he wanted to somehow make that stop.