11-19-2018, 10:08 PM
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Ren knew... He knew this day would come. It was stupid to try to avoid something like death but somewhere deep inside him, a small voice kept him hopeful. It was a tiny, barely noticeably voice that told him she was impervious to death. He knew it was stupid, and it wasn't like him to entertain such a childish thought but imagining her pastel fur stained with red and sightless magenta eyes completely lifeless shook him to the core. He has felt fear many times and more than that he was the cause of other's fears... Nevertheless, no amount of bloodshed, chaos and anguish could ever prepare him for something like this. She just- she couldn't die, you know? She was too strong to die- another childish thought. No one was "too anything" for Death; he had no favourites. But she can't- he was desperate, alright? These emotions, these feelings, everything was new to him and thanks to her, he was able to slowly explore and understand them without feeling guilty. Without feeling as though there was a secret motive even he was unaware of. Granted, he was still scared his emotions weren't real and he was using her just to make himself feel better, but the pain in his chest was very much real. At first small annoyance that turned into him struggling to catch his breath as he pondered over it more. Every time the subject of her demise crossed his mind, amidst the other emotions, he'd grow furious with himself for contemplating such a cruel thought. Nothing good ever came out of it, though it did fortify his resolve to protect her. Protect her, huh? Laughable. If he truly wanted to keep her safe, he wouldn't be standing before the bush he shot out of, chest heaving and claws unsheathed as dark red eyes stared at the maine coon in disbelief.
He had known something was wrong from before she was injured though paid it no mind. After the painful headache, the wildcat was awakened to new powers such as his enhanced senses - that he could not control very well - and conjuration as well as a pair of small, mound-like horns that sprouted from his forehead. They were new to him and he more respect for those with abilities as they are a pain to fully understand and get under control. Taking into account his body becomes odd when he discovered his powers, he took his uneasiness as a key to unlocking another ability. At least, that's what he thought. Soon enough, uneasiness gave way to panic as his heart began to race wildly in his chest, which in turn gave way to confusion. There was nothing around to instigate such a response so why was he so on-edge? Was something bad happening he didn’t know about? Was something bad about to happen? Pointed ears struggled to listen but when he found the founds around him grew fainter, he growled and decided to use his eyes instead. As he stared into the distance, a growl of frustration rumbled in his throat when the colours only bled and blurred together. If that display didn’t give it away by now, he wasn't used to having powers yet. As a bobbed tail lashed behind him, permanently stilted optics shifted around as Ren took a seat, his breath growing raspy and strained. Something was wrong... He didn't feel right and decided it would be best to confide in Delilah. Delilah! He gasped as he abruptly leapt to his paws and sprinted off.
How could he have forgotten? The memories and sensitive information they shared and the awakening to their bond; the unspoken connection on a much deeper level than he anticipated. Could he really be blamed though? Nothing between them has changed aside from being able to share memories via touches to the forehead and- and emotions. She was in danger. As soon as this realization hit, he heard her voice as well as growling and spitting coming from every which direction. He could not keep trailing a voice that sounded like it was all around him. Stopping, he bit down hard on his lip as he squeezed his eyes shut, silently begging for his ability to work. It was find if it never worked again, he didn’t care if it never worked again. Right now, his only wish was to get to Delilah on time. Unsheathed claws gripped the mud below him as he strained to focus. Forcing it into one focal point was impossible at his level and the limited amount of time he was working with, but he was able to detect the direction it was coming from. An angered hiss slithered out of his maw as dark eyes reopened; he had been going the wrong way. Turning himself around, she sprinted in the other direction only to stop mid-bound when an immense pain shot through his neck, earning it a pained and confused cry in pain. Mouth parted, he struggled to remain upright as he tried to force air back into his lungs. He can still run- he was terribly short of breath and gasping for air, but he could still get to her on time if he hurried.
What a joke.
Standing before the bush, gasping for breath and covered in leaves and twigs, the bulky wildcat stared at Delilah for a second before a panicked expression overtook his disbelief. It took the sight of blood to make him realize the scent of iron in the air. His limbs felt like jello but he couldn’t afford to stop and stare now. Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? Standing over or crouching beside her wasn’t going to help! He knew with an injury like that, there wasn’t much that could be done but he wasn’t the one for thinking rationally. He kind of… Shoots now and aims later and right now, he wanted to shoot everyone. Sprinting over to them, he fell at her side with an ungraceful thump. It was hard to do anything when he was in pain and struggling to breathe, but he could only imagine how Delilah was feeling. "Delilah! Delilah, everything is okay." A lie. Everything wasn’t okay but hopefully that tricked both of them into thinking it was. Closing his eyes, he tried to conjure a cloth to press to her neck. He hissed when he opened his eyes to see a book and he immediately tossed it to the side. This time, he didn’t bother to close his eyes as he pictured a rag in his mind. Seconds later a mug appeared before him and with a vengeful snarl, he threw it against a tree. The impact shattered the clay and as all the pieces fell to the ground, a rag had manifested and dropped at his paws. Breathing heavily, he pressed the rag to her wound and watched as the cloth quickly absorbed it. She was losing blood at an alarming rate and it wasn’t long before the rag was soaked. Conjuring another, Ren pressed it to her throat again as another clean rag stood on standby. "You are going to be fine. I will- we will get you p-patched up and-" he choked, unable to finish his sentence as his attention was torn from her and now focused on the rag saturated with blood. Taking the other one, he pressed it to her neck again in desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. He knew it was a fruitless task but there was always a sliver of hope that it would be just enough for her to pull through. But what if it wasn't? No... She was going to make it. She had to.
She absolutely had to.
Please don't go.
Ren knew... He knew this day would come. It was stupid to try to avoid something like death but somewhere deep inside him, a small voice kept him hopeful. It was a tiny, barely noticeably voice that told him she was impervious to death. He knew it was stupid, and it wasn't like him to entertain such a childish thought but imagining her pastel fur stained with red and sightless magenta eyes completely lifeless shook him to the core. He has felt fear many times and more than that he was the cause of other's fears... Nevertheless, no amount of bloodshed, chaos and anguish could ever prepare him for something like this. She just- she couldn't die, you know? She was too strong to die- another childish thought. No one was "too anything" for Death; he had no favourites. But she can't- he was desperate, alright? These emotions, these feelings, everything was new to him and thanks to her, he was able to slowly explore and understand them without feeling guilty. Without feeling as though there was a secret motive even he was unaware of. Granted, he was still scared his emotions weren't real and he was using her just to make himself feel better, but the pain in his chest was very much real. At first small annoyance that turned into him struggling to catch his breath as he pondered over it more. Every time the subject of her demise crossed his mind, amidst the other emotions, he'd grow furious with himself for contemplating such a cruel thought. Nothing good ever came out of it, though it did fortify his resolve to protect her. Protect her, huh? Laughable. If he truly wanted to keep her safe, he wouldn't be standing before the bush he shot out of, chest heaving and claws unsheathed as dark red eyes stared at the maine coon in disbelief.
He had known something was wrong from before she was injured though paid it no mind. After the painful headache, the wildcat was awakened to new powers such as his enhanced senses - that he could not control very well - and conjuration as well as a pair of small, mound-like horns that sprouted from his forehead. They were new to him and he more respect for those with abilities as they are a pain to fully understand and get under control. Taking into account his body becomes odd when he discovered his powers, he took his uneasiness as a key to unlocking another ability. At least, that's what he thought. Soon enough, uneasiness gave way to panic as his heart began to race wildly in his chest, which in turn gave way to confusion. There was nothing around to instigate such a response so why was he so on-edge? Was something bad happening he didn’t know about? Was something bad about to happen? Pointed ears struggled to listen but when he found the founds around him grew fainter, he growled and decided to use his eyes instead. As he stared into the distance, a growl of frustration rumbled in his throat when the colours only bled and blurred together. If that display didn’t give it away by now, he wasn't used to having powers yet. As a bobbed tail lashed behind him, permanently stilted optics shifted around as Ren took a seat, his breath growing raspy and strained. Something was wrong... He didn't feel right and decided it would be best to confide in Delilah. Delilah! He gasped as he abruptly leapt to his paws and sprinted off.
How could he have forgotten? The memories and sensitive information they shared and the awakening to their bond; the unspoken connection on a much deeper level than he anticipated. Could he really be blamed though? Nothing between them has changed aside from being able to share memories via touches to the forehead and- and emotions. She was in danger. As soon as this realization hit, he heard her voice as well as growling and spitting coming from every which direction. He could not keep trailing a voice that sounded like it was all around him. Stopping, he bit down hard on his lip as he squeezed his eyes shut, silently begging for his ability to work. It was find if it never worked again, he didn’t care if it never worked again. Right now, his only wish was to get to Delilah on time. Unsheathed claws gripped the mud below him as he strained to focus. Forcing it into one focal point was impossible at his level and the limited amount of time he was working with, but he was able to detect the direction it was coming from. An angered hiss slithered out of his maw as dark eyes reopened; he had been going the wrong way. Turning himself around, she sprinted in the other direction only to stop mid-bound when an immense pain shot through his neck, earning it a pained and confused cry in pain. Mouth parted, he struggled to remain upright as he tried to force air back into his lungs. He can still run- he was terribly short of breath and gasping for air, but he could still get to her on time if he hurried.
What a joke.
Standing before the bush, gasping for breath and covered in leaves and twigs, the bulky wildcat stared at Delilah for a second before a panicked expression overtook his disbelief. It took the sight of blood to make him realize the scent of iron in the air. His limbs felt like jello but he couldn’t afford to stop and stare now. Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? Standing over or crouching beside her wasn’t going to help! He knew with an injury like that, there wasn’t much that could be done but he wasn’t the one for thinking rationally. He kind of… Shoots now and aims later and right now, he wanted to shoot everyone. Sprinting over to them, he fell at her side with an ungraceful thump. It was hard to do anything when he was in pain and struggling to breathe, but he could only imagine how Delilah was feeling. "Delilah! Delilah, everything is okay." A lie. Everything wasn’t okay but hopefully that tricked both of them into thinking it was. Closing his eyes, he tried to conjure a cloth to press to her neck. He hissed when he opened his eyes to see a book and he immediately tossed it to the side. This time, he didn’t bother to close his eyes as he pictured a rag in his mind. Seconds later a mug appeared before him and with a vengeful snarl, he threw it against a tree. The impact shattered the clay and as all the pieces fell to the ground, a rag had manifested and dropped at his paws. Breathing heavily, he pressed the rag to her wound and watched as the cloth quickly absorbed it. She was losing blood at an alarming rate and it wasn’t long before the rag was soaked. Conjuring another, Ren pressed it to her throat again as another clean rag stood on standby. "You are going to be fine. I will- we will get you p-patched up and-" he choked, unable to finish his sentence as his attention was torn from her and now focused on the rag saturated with blood. Taking the other one, he pressed it to her neck again in desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. He knew it was a fruitless task but there was always a sliver of hope that it would be just enough for her to pull through. But what if it wasn't? No... She was going to make it. She had to.
She absolutely had to.
Please don't go.
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