04-09-2020, 08:51 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Ever since Beck had called him to take a day off to relax, Selby had taken up his beadwork again. Part of it was that the equipment was in his home now instead of tucked away in his father’s house; its easy access made the hobby more appealing. It was a hypnotic task, requiring not too much thought but a lot of concentration. The repetitive work was easy to establish a rhythm in, and once it was rhythmic, it was even easier to get lost in.
A sudden wail caused him to drop his work, amber beads falling off the metal wire and scattering across the floor. The sound was almost like a siren, and as he heard the door fly open and Simon call out before falling, he stood anxiously. “Boys?” he called, knowing that his male children were the rowdiest and most in danger. He poked his head out of the room, finding the door hanging open dejectedly and a now empty home. “BOYS!” he tried again, beginning to scurry outside to follow only to slip on abandoned crayons. He picked himself up, wincing as he replaced weight on his bad shoulder. Though not much time had been lost, his sons had gained a significant lead. “Motherfucker. Okay. Christ,” he muttered to himself as he carefully made his way out, now wary of wayward arts and crafts supplies. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, however, he snatched up his medical bag. Just in case.
It was not difficult to trace the source of the cries down. Adrenaline allowed his aching shoulder to fade into the background of his consciousness as he moved quickly towards it. A dragon. A snake? A creature took up much of his sight as he approached. His limbs tried to lock up in silent fear as he realized that it was the source of the noise, but a simple reminder that his family was at stake was all it took to stir himself back into action.
Re-examining the scene, he found his sons; Atticus in rebellion of the foul beast, Ivan crumpled on the ground, and Simon motionless in a familiar state of seizure. “Atticus,” he said shortly, in a tone that left no room for argument. “Come here with Simon. If he starts shaking, try to get him to lay down and keep him from hurting himself. Don’t hold him down.” It was unlikely that it would get to that, but better safe than sorry.
He came over to Ivan, relieved to find him uninjured. “Don’t let anything happen to him,” he said warningly to Caustic, paired with an uncharacteristic glare. Turning his head, yellow eyes widened as shock as bright red blood stained familiar orange fur. Selby stumbles over to her, quickly seizing her by the scruff to pull her away from the creature a bit before hastily getting to work healing her. Numbly, the sawbones noted that one of her ears was gone. He’d miss the way they pricked attentively when he spoke.
A sudden wail caused him to drop his work, amber beads falling off the metal wire and scattering across the floor. The sound was almost like a siren, and as he heard the door fly open and Simon call out before falling, he stood anxiously. “Boys?” he called, knowing that his male children were the rowdiest and most in danger. He poked his head out of the room, finding the door hanging open dejectedly and a now empty home. “BOYS!” he tried again, beginning to scurry outside to follow only to slip on abandoned crayons. He picked himself up, wincing as he replaced weight on his bad shoulder. Though not much time had been lost, his sons had gained a significant lead. “Motherfucker. Okay. Christ,” he muttered to himself as he carefully made his way out, now wary of wayward arts and crafts supplies. Just as he was about to close the door behind him, however, he snatched up his medical bag. Just in case.
It was not difficult to trace the source of the cries down. Adrenaline allowed his aching shoulder to fade into the background of his consciousness as he moved quickly towards it. A dragon. A snake? A creature took up much of his sight as he approached. His limbs tried to lock up in silent fear as he realized that it was the source of the noise, but a simple reminder that his family was at stake was all it took to stir himself back into action.
Re-examining the scene, he found his sons; Atticus in rebellion of the foul beast, Ivan crumpled on the ground, and Simon motionless in a familiar state of seizure. “Atticus,” he said shortly, in a tone that left no room for argument. “Come here with Simon. If he starts shaking, try to get him to lay down and keep him from hurting himself. Don’t hold him down.” It was unlikely that it would get to that, but better safe than sorry.
He came over to Ivan, relieved to find him uninjured. “Don’t let anything happen to him,” he said warningly to Caustic, paired with an uncharacteristic glare. Turning his head, yellow eyes widened as shock as bright red blood stained familiar orange fur. Selby stumbles over to her, quickly seizing her by the scruff to pull her away from the creature a bit before hastily getting to work healing her. Numbly, the sawbones noted that one of her ears was gone. He’d miss the way they pricked attentively when he spoke.