05-14-2020, 12:28 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-14-2020, 12:30 AM by BLOODHOUND..)
Not long after the trembling finally subsided, did Bloodhound let their guard down, did they allow themself to rest. They had built a small cairn of stones, outside the house where the collie they'd attempted to save, had breathed her last. They knew not her name, but they knew she had shown courage. A life spent bravely was one to honor, and to look towards, for example. They would honor those that had risen.
Unlike in the Games, unlike humans, these animals had no weapon to lay upon their breast. No boats to burn and send off into the horizon.
They hoped, that they would see her again. That they would know her name.
Bloodhound had found themself back at home, chin propped up onto the highest windowsill, looking out over the horizon, the setting sun. They had been fortunate, their home had been spared. There were plenty of homes that still stood, thankfully. Not all was lost.
But yet.
They had lost so many. They had seen the loss on the children's faces. Had felt the shuddering sobs that swept through the pack when the news broke. Death was nothing to be feared, this they knew, learned from the ring, from feeling it clutch at them and render them bare and bloody. It was often merciful. But it still left one raw, and scarred. They had mourned silently, for the children who had lost their mother. For those that had lost a friend, someone they had loved.
Their raven friend was nowhere to be found, as of yet. They hoped that it would return to them soon. They had lost track of it, between digging the collie out of the rubble, between the coughing fits and the gasping breaths that wracked their system afterwards.
Bloodhound had returned home silently, alone. Their head did not hang, but the onset of dusk weighed heavily in their chest.
They had begun to drift off for the night, as their ears picked up on fluttering wings. The sound familiar, from a life they no longer lived. They opened their eyes, just in time for their raven friend to land on their head, cawing loudly. It flapped its wings, pecking at their mask, the glass of their eyeholes, tugging at their ears.
They were moments from telling the bird to settle down, from shushing it, before they picked up on another caw. Further away. Weaker. They slowly stood, then, looking out and around, hoping to spot the other bird.
Something was wrong. They could feel it, in how frantic the bird on top of them acted, ruffling feathers and cawing. Restless. Bloodhound made their way out of their home, looking out into the encroaching night. They followed the weak cries, as their raven took off in that same direction, leading them.
Not far from their home, just under a tree, a branch had fallen. A crow was pinned beneath it by its wing. It panicked as they drew closer, as they removed the offending branch. It fluttered to its feet, attempting to fly away. One of it's wings was horribly bent, very much broken. Near mangled. It would be a wonder if it even healed. It cawed loudly as they reached a paw closer to it, trying to pat it on it's head while they addressed the damage. It retaliated, pecking and biting at their paw pads fiercely. Fearfully.
"Hush now, dear Felagí. You do not need to fight anymore." They speak softly, continuing to try and pet it, to assuage its fears. Their companion lands next to the both of them, and the injured bird seems to relax, some.
Bloodhound begins to remove their cowl, pulling it up over their head with a little difficulty. They try to wrap the bird within it, keeping it safe and secure on the trip home. They use their paw, to dislodge their mask, so they can use their jaws to pick up the crow. It caws pitifully, but was thankfully restrained.
The worst thing about being in a new place, was that they didn't know where anyone lived. The only Doctor they knew here was Caustic, but they didn't know where he lived, either. Or if he would be able to help the poor creature. In any other circumstance, perhaps Bloodhound would have just put the thing out of its misery. But the little creature showed a great will to survive, admirable and strong. It deserved a fighting chance.
Unlike in the Games, unlike humans, these animals had no weapon to lay upon their breast. No boats to burn and send off into the horizon.
They hoped, that they would see her again. That they would know her name.
Bloodhound had found themself back at home, chin propped up onto the highest windowsill, looking out over the horizon, the setting sun. They had been fortunate, their home had been spared. There were plenty of homes that still stood, thankfully. Not all was lost.
But yet.
They had lost so many. They had seen the loss on the children's faces. Had felt the shuddering sobs that swept through the pack when the news broke. Death was nothing to be feared, this they knew, learned from the ring, from feeling it clutch at them and render them bare and bloody. It was often merciful. But it still left one raw, and scarred. They had mourned silently, for the children who had lost their mother. For those that had lost a friend, someone they had loved.
Their raven friend was nowhere to be found, as of yet. They hoped that it would return to them soon. They had lost track of it, between digging the collie out of the rubble, between the coughing fits and the gasping breaths that wracked their system afterwards.
Bloodhound had returned home silently, alone. Their head did not hang, but the onset of dusk weighed heavily in their chest.
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They had begun to drift off for the night, as their ears picked up on fluttering wings. The sound familiar, from a life they no longer lived. They opened their eyes, just in time for their raven friend to land on their head, cawing loudly. It flapped its wings, pecking at their mask, the glass of their eyeholes, tugging at their ears.
They were moments from telling the bird to settle down, from shushing it, before they picked up on another caw. Further away. Weaker. They slowly stood, then, looking out and around, hoping to spot the other bird.
Something was wrong. They could feel it, in how frantic the bird on top of them acted, ruffling feathers and cawing. Restless. Bloodhound made their way out of their home, looking out into the encroaching night. They followed the weak cries, as their raven took off in that same direction, leading them.
Not far from their home, just under a tree, a branch had fallen. A crow was pinned beneath it by its wing. It panicked as they drew closer, as they removed the offending branch. It fluttered to its feet, attempting to fly away. One of it's wings was horribly bent, very much broken. Near mangled. It would be a wonder if it even healed. It cawed loudly as they reached a paw closer to it, trying to pat it on it's head while they addressed the damage. It retaliated, pecking and biting at their paw pads fiercely. Fearfully.
"Hush now, dear Felagí. You do not need to fight anymore." They speak softly, continuing to try and pet it, to assuage its fears. Their companion lands next to the both of them, and the injured bird seems to relax, some.
Bloodhound begins to remove their cowl, pulling it up over their head with a little difficulty. They try to wrap the bird within it, keeping it safe and secure on the trip home. They use their paw, to dislodge their mask, so they can use their jaws to pick up the crow. It caws pitifully, but was thankfully restrained.
The worst thing about being in a new place, was that they didn't know where anyone lived. The only Doctor they knew here was Caustic, but they didn't know where he lived, either. Or if he would be able to help the poor creature. In any other circumstance, perhaps Bloodhound would have just put the thing out of its misery. But the little creature showed a great will to survive, admirable and strong. It deserved a fighting chance.
THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.
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BLOODHOUND || THEY/THEM || WOLF || BIO
BLOODHOUND || THEY/THEM || WOLF || BIO