by Alpha* » Sat Mar 29, 2025 6:19 pm
The wolf in man form surges forward with a snarl of yellowed teeth; the words 'whathaveyouDONE?!' leaving his mouth in a slur - the words not quite forming correctly around lupine teeth and with a monsters' tongue. Jaws click shut at Max's throat, a hairs'breath from ripping flesh and tasting blood. "Broke, You broke." Comes in a hiss, "promised.. broke the Lasts' mate. Whatveyoudone?" NoLand twitches, his whole body jerks. "Mmmm," is groaned, wondering however briefly if HIS magic still works. Clawed fingers rummage in the bag the wolf had brought with him and out comes the pendant full of Angelic Grace.
He grunts in recognition, the Renak blistering his fingers and healing immediately in that achingly familiar way he'd once known --
Spastically his hand clenches around the jewelry. "Take, " is ordered to Max, ".... I take.. " There is the snarl again of warning and rage, then, the lanky, shaggy beast is before them and he stares with ichor-yellow eyes at the thing that broke its word.
Max.
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"Shh ive got you. Youre okay..." comforts the mimic. Max swallows as he notices NoLand appear and then lurch closer, not nervous until the wolf bites at him. He leans back from the fangs, creating distance. He'd known, hadn't he? Known what he'd done --
"I've got to fix this," moans the shifter wishing he hadn't been so weak. "I'm so--" and NoLand is looking for something. What?? He inhales sharply, swifly thinking through it
"you're right. You're right-" the words are mostly to himself, and then the man-shaped-thing moves. Max gently positions Panteras' arms and body around the wolves' body and neck (like riding him, mostly obscured by that thick fur.) "You have to go with NoLand now, Pantera," is whispered. "I'm going to fix this. I-i promise."
And then the wolf and the elf are alone. (The wolf inhales nuzzles the jewelry into the bag and picks up the bags, his fangs winking in the sunlight against aged leather. NoLand starts walking, back the way they'd came.)
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Silas is kneeling outside near a pile of muddy snow, delicate fingers are pressed into the soil and his eyes are closed. He is seeing in one of the few ways he can. Footsteps nearing him have him retract his mind and 'eyes' and he turns to listen for his wife and mate. "Bailey," is said in a low voice.

“Thanks to all those in any kind of uniform and to those who have been in uniform.”
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“Sadly i have a life outside CS with a job...and other things[color=#00BFFF]”
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