07-31-2018, 07:22 PM
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The Ascendants seemed like a beacon for the lost and wounded, so he wasn't entirely surprised to find someone stumbling over the border; however, his eyes widened when he realized he recognized that figure, a mutt of a dog he'd recruited almost two years ago. After everything, he hadn't taken it upon himself to check on the status of that group, or who they'd replaced him with, and he'd been doing his best to push those memories out of sight, but seeing Tatyana made that impossible. She couldn't possibly recognize him, yet as soon as her glazed eyes fell on him, she immediately staggered his way, dripping from too many lacerations for Gabriel to count, many of them overlapping. Jesus, what happened to her? It looked as though she'd been taken to a cheese grater and then dropped into a blender afterward.
He rushed to meet her, and she fell just before he made it, her side heaving. "Tatyana? What the hell happened to you? Don't answer that. Just stay awake for me- someone'll be here soon." Gabe spoke calmly despite the clamoring of his heart, beating away at his ribs so hard he thought she could probably hear it.
"Is that- commander?" Her voice sounded to have scraped over sandpaper, and her following laugh was little more than a wheeze as the hybrid moved to lower himself beside her, one wing cast across her body as he pressed his shoulder against one of the heaviest wounds on her chest. "You got uglier." Gabe snorted, though his onyx eyes remained strained, lines etched by the muscles around them. He was no healer, but he had been a soldier once, and he knew death when he saw its approach, and in her crinkled face, he saw its shadow.
"Don't be a shit. You still owe me respect, soldier."
"Not- not a soldier. Quit." She coughed, a bit of red staining her lips. A puncture, then. He shifted, body now crouched over her head, one set of talons on the side of her neck and the other on the ground. "Before I- before. You have to know." A grimace flickered over her features, her next breath clearly more difficult than the last, and the claws on the dirt dug deep into the soil as he stood, helpless to ease her pain or pull her from the brink. "They're coming for us. Got Falon and Puteri." They? Fuck. Tatyana would make the third, which would leave- Doyle, Tommie, and himself. They could already be dead, for all the both of them knew. "Dunno who."
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, just stay with me a little longer, loba." She would if she could, he knew, but the film had begun creeping over her eyes, and her breaths stuttered to a final halt. He bowed his head to press against hers, body as still as she was despite the intensifying burn behind his eyelids and in the crevices of his chest. "Perdóname."
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The Ascendants seemed like a beacon for the lost and wounded, so he wasn't entirely surprised to find someone stumbling over the border; however, his eyes widened when he realized he recognized that figure, a mutt of a dog he'd recruited almost two years ago. After everything, he hadn't taken it upon himself to check on the status of that group, or who they'd replaced him with, and he'd been doing his best to push those memories out of sight, but seeing Tatyana made that impossible. She couldn't possibly recognize him, yet as soon as her glazed eyes fell on him, she immediately staggered his way, dripping from too many lacerations for Gabriel to count, many of them overlapping. Jesus, what happened to her? It looked as though she'd been taken to a cheese grater and then dropped into a blender afterward.
He rushed to meet her, and she fell just before he made it, her side heaving. "Tatyana? What the hell happened to you? Don't answer that. Just stay awake for me- someone'll be here soon." Gabe spoke calmly despite the clamoring of his heart, beating away at his ribs so hard he thought she could probably hear it.
"Is that- commander?" Her voice sounded to have scraped over sandpaper, and her following laugh was little more than a wheeze as the hybrid moved to lower himself beside her, one wing cast across her body as he pressed his shoulder against one of the heaviest wounds on her chest. "You got uglier." Gabe snorted, though his onyx eyes remained strained, lines etched by the muscles around them. He was no healer, but he had been a soldier once, and he knew death when he saw its approach, and in her crinkled face, he saw its shadow.
"Don't be a shit. You still owe me respect, soldier."
"Not- not a soldier. Quit." She coughed, a bit of red staining her lips. A puncture, then. He shifted, body now crouched over her head, one set of talons on the side of her neck and the other on the ground. "Before I- before. You have to know." A grimace flickered over her features, her next breath clearly more difficult than the last, and the claws on the dirt dug deep into the soil as he stood, helpless to ease her pain or pull her from the brink. "They're coming for us. Got Falon and Puteri." They? Fuck. Tatyana would make the third, which would leave- Doyle, Tommie, and himself. They could already be dead, for all the both of them knew. "Dunno who."
"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, just stay with me a little longer, loba." She would if she could, he knew, but the film had begun creeping over her eyes, and her breaths stuttered to a final halt. He bowed his head to press against hers, body as still as she was despite the intensifying burn behind his eyelids and in the crevices of his chest. "Perdóname."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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