spiraling downwards - joining

[hushsound.]

It wasn't very often that Hush just came across a child on the territory, hurt and trembling as they looked around in bewilderment, clearly not sure of how they had gotten here. Truth be told, Hush couldn't remember much of how he had ended up in this world either. The chain of events was fuzzy, with him once being Link, the Hero of the Wild and the knight to Princess Zelda, then he was Hushpaw, a proud mute apprentice of the Bloodlands with big dreams and an even bigger crush, and then... he was here. However, none of this chain had been quite so violent as what Aster now seemed to be going through, their entire form screaming soundlessly for help as they sat there in the middle of the flowers, their fur shifted apart and their skin ripped open with wounds from the flowers that seemed to be their landing pad. Hushsound had just been out for a walk when he came across the patch of strangely growing flowers, along with the strange child in the middle of it all, and he felt himself just stand there and stare, not quite sure what to do. Most of the people that he had welcomed into the Typhoon thus far had been adults or at the very least apprentices, and none of them had been as fearful as this child, but... he knew he had to do something. Moving forward through the flowers, Hush ignored the way that they lightly pulled and stroked against his long golden fur, his blue eyes trained on the fox in front of him. Leaning down a bit so that he was level with them, Hush questioned them softly, his gaze soft and a worried frown on his face as he looked over their injuries, "Hello...? Are you alright? You look like you're hurt... can you come with me? This place is called the Typhoon, and we've got people here that can help patch you up." Normally the small male wouldn't have spoken to someone out loud so quickly, instead opting to write or sign a message out to them, but not only could his words not be seen beneath the flowers here, but he also doubted Aster could read yet.

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]