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Posted by WindRacer & AmethystEyez on March 2, 2007, 5:43 pm, in reply to "...Stellar..." "WindRacer..." AmethystEyez began, as blood continued to seep down the side of his face. Whatever she was going to say was lost in the growl of the wolf-dog. "You shouldn't have come." The brindle-coated male had learned much from his recent encounters with death, both when it had claimed him, and when it had nearly done so. He had learned greater patience, and greater compassion than once he had demonstrated, but even he still had his limits. Between spending almost a year totally reliant on his family, barely able to move, then the arguement with his sister and cousin, and now this last encounter with the dragon and being 'rescued' by his mother and her...friend...his pride had taken too many blows to lay here and be tended the small silver wolf. The wolf-dog turned, clearly intending to depart. AmethystEyez frowned as her son turned away from her, a low whimper catching in her throat. "WindRacer, please...your head..." Though totally exhausted, the silver wolf would have made the attempt to heal her son's wounds if he allowed it...though she wasn't certain she could muster the energy... "...will be fine." He growled, looking back over his shoulder at her, and forced to widen his stance as the quick movement of his head brought on another wave of dizziness. He glanced from his mother to Lone Zelda, for a moment catching the larger wolf's golden-eyed gaze, and for that brief instant, the veil of anger was broken by a momentarily glimpse of WindRacer's own worry, an unspoken request for the alpha to take care of his mother. It lasted but for a moment, before chilling to the cold of his anger, as the wolf-dog turned away and set off, away from the pack. Behind him was left a trail of droplets of blood, weaving slightly with the hybrid's own unsteady walk as he fought the waves of dizziness that washed over him... "WindRacer!" The silver wolf called after him, worried about his staggered gait, her own frustration clear in her voice. He couldn't go off alone...he had that injury to tend, and if that dragon went after him now, he would be easy prey. To say nothing of the dangers the other creatures of the mountain might present...especially her brother. The silver wolf spared a desperate glance for Lone Zelda, then took a few steps forward, fully intending to go after her son, before stumbling, her front legs crumbling beneath her. Perhaps her spirit might have been willing to give chase, but her body, half-starved and exhausted even before she attempted to heal Toric, had clearly decided that enough was enough. Though she managed to push herself back to her feet, her hind leg was by now throbbing so badly that she was forced to lift the paw from the ground, standing on three feet and watching helplessly as her son vanished from sight.
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Once it seemed the large mythical was no longer a threat, both turned their attention from the dangerous beast to each other. Two sets of nearly identical purple eyes met each other, one holding anger and frustration in one good eye (the other blinded and white), the other pair only concern and weariness.
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