02-20-2020, 01:23 AM
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AURUM
DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !
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Moth hadn't been gone that long. A few days, at most. However, this did not stop Aurum from going into an utter state of panic over where his sister could possibly be. Technically the only evidence that they had that she had been taken were the shallow signs of a scuffle and her bag, and that was hardly enough to fucking go on. The Pitt was the go to assumption, but they couldn't just go charging in there when she could've just as easily been taken by a rogue looking for someone vulnerable to eat or indoctrinate. It would've just led to chaos, with them already causing possibly unneeded trouble with a still reforming Pitt, and possibly wasting valuable time they could've been using to actually save her. So, he knew it was logical that they weren't just randomly charging off to get her. However, did that put him at ease? Not in the slightest. Because his pregnant sister was still out there somewhere, possibly cold and alone, as well as possibly hurt, and couldn't even think of how he could fucking help. It had led to hours upon hours of frantic pacing through the territory, searching the last place she'd been seen and meeting with Leroy to figure out what the fuck they were going to do. He couldn't even imagine the state that Selby must've been in, considering he was missing his beloved and their unborn future children. The medic already had so much on his plate to begin with, and Aurum wouldn't have been surprised if this made him snap.
The lion had been out for a walk when he heard the sound of Moth's voice, desperately trying to expend the pent up restless energy that seemed to be running through his system nigh constantly these days. The sound of his sister's soft but panicked voice reaching his ears instantly threw his body straight into fight or flight mode, and for a second he even wondered if perhaps he was just hallucinating. Maybe he had finally jsut missed her so much that she was manifesting herself against his will, lulling him into a sense of false hope. Even if that was the case, he wasn't about to risk anything, especially since it involved his precious Moth's life. Before he had even thought of it he was rushing forward, his legs aching as his large paws pushed against wet earth, throwing him through the air and in between the trees. His breath came out in shallow gasps as his wings spread out, carrying him as quickly as his large and sturdy body could go without gravity cruelly slamming him back into the earth. When he saw Moth, even in her current slightly pained state, he wanted to sob in relief and joy. She was here. She was safe. He couldnt see any immediate, horrible gaping injuries. That was enough for him to want to cry, and just gather her up in his large arms.
In fact, that's exactly what he found himself doing. He practically skidded to a stop nearby, his wings falling back down against his back as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He didn't squeeze her too tightly, not wanting to exacerbate any wounds that he couldnt immediately see. His voice came out in a rush, sounding both unbelievably gleeful and like he was on the literal verge of tears, "Moth... Moth, Moth, Moth, you're okay... you're here... I love you so much, I'm so glad you're here..." There was a lengthy moment where he just held her, feeling her heartbeat and the softness of her fur. However, the moment was ended when he lifted his gaze up, and saw the desperate, paralyzing flailing of Nikolai's prone body. He smelled of the Pitt, but his main concern at the moment was the seizing of his body. He just stared, stepping back from Moth and mumbling, "What... What's happening to him. Is he...? Who...?"
The lion had been out for a walk when he heard the sound of Moth's voice, desperately trying to expend the pent up restless energy that seemed to be running through his system nigh constantly these days. The sound of his sister's soft but panicked voice reaching his ears instantly threw his body straight into fight or flight mode, and for a second he even wondered if perhaps he was just hallucinating. Maybe he had finally jsut missed her so much that she was manifesting herself against his will, lulling him into a sense of false hope. Even if that was the case, he wasn't about to risk anything, especially since it involved his precious Moth's life. Before he had even thought of it he was rushing forward, his legs aching as his large paws pushed against wet earth, throwing him through the air and in between the trees. His breath came out in shallow gasps as his wings spread out, carrying him as quickly as his large and sturdy body could go without gravity cruelly slamming him back into the earth. When he saw Moth, even in her current slightly pained state, he wanted to sob in relief and joy. She was here. She was safe. He couldnt see any immediate, horrible gaping injuries. That was enough for him to want to cry, and just gather her up in his large arms.
In fact, that's exactly what he found himself doing. He practically skidded to a stop nearby, his wings falling back down against his back as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. He didn't squeeze her too tightly, not wanting to exacerbate any wounds that he couldnt immediately see. His voice came out in a rush, sounding both unbelievably gleeful and like he was on the literal verge of tears, "Moth... Moth, Moth, Moth, you're okay... you're here... I love you so much, I'm so glad you're here..." There was a lengthy moment where he just held her, feeling her heartbeat and the softness of her fur. However, the moment was ended when he lifted his gaze up, and saw the desperate, paralyzing flailing of Nikolai's prone body. He smelled of the Pitt, but his main concern at the moment was the seizing of his body. He just stared, stepping back from Moth and mumbling, "What... What's happening to him. Is he...? Who...?"
━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━
— Reggan