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AURUM

DO NO HARM BUT TAKE NO SHIT !

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There were times where Aurum honestly wondered if Tanglewood had some kind of curse hanging over their heads. It wouldn't have surprised him, considering that they were founded by a centuries old spirit. It was entirely possible Beck could've done something to piss someone off, or perhaps there was some equally old witch that had once decided fuck Tanglewood, that place sucks. Either way, it was difficult for the proxy to think of any other explanation for why they were constantly, constantly being torn down by attack after attack. Not only from the Pitt and their kidnappers, but from feral and supernatural threats, constantly lingering in the shadows and waiting to latch on and tear at whatever they could. So very many of them had been hurt not only recently, but ever since he had first arrived in Tanglewood many months ago, and it made his heart ache whenever he thought about it for more than a moment. That was why, blissfully, he had been so relieved when he had found out that Moth was relatively unhurt from her Pitt experience. She had a concussion, yes, but things could've been so very much worse, and that was at least something he could take a small comfort in, if only to keep himself from falling apart. However, of course the peace could not be kept for long, and Aurum's sleep was interrupted by the sound of desperate, terrified, and panicked screaming.

He was up and out of bed before he had even really processed that he was moving, his golden paws stumbling against wood floors as he threw himself outside, into the cold air of the darkness. He had recognized the screaming voice near instantly as Sam's, and that only drove him forward more quickly, wings carrying him towards the lingering bits of her scent on the air, and in the direction of the desperate calling. Before long, he came upon the scene involved both Sam and Alexander, the lion's eyes widening in horror at it all. He barely knew what to process first, from the sight of them both collapsed, to the creature riddled with wounds and blood, to the awful form of Sam, her chest heaving for life as blood poured forth from where there should have been a leg. Instantly the proxy was in between Sam and Alexander, snarling viciously at the dire wolf. He didn't hurt him, if only because it seemed like the thing was already on the verge of death. Instead, once he was sure no more pain could be inflicted on Sam, he rose his head to the sky, roaring, "Selby! Somebody, anybody with medical knowledge! We need help over here! Sam is seriously hurt!" His voice held a panicked edge, and he mumbled as he turned back to Sam, desperately trying to think of a way to stop the blood flowing freely forth, "Don't worry, Sam... don't worry. You're gonna be okay, I promise."

━ I'M GONNA WIN.┆PROUD. WARM. PROTECTIVE. ━