Content Warning: Blood
Nightly's point of view ------------------------------------------------------- My paws pound on the pale grass, my breath heavy with every move I make. I can feel my own heartbeat as I zero in on the hoofed animal. Its tantalizing musty scent leaking into my nostrils as the others' feet bound around me, Fire and Falcon flanking me. They're clearly focused as well, eyes locked on the prey as its shallow breath desperately begs for any means of escape. I brace myself, every muscle stiffening as I push off the dirt, propelling myself into midair. Right before my claws can sink into its neck, something sharp, swordlike collides with my own. A twisted cry of pain leaves my jaws as I fall back, my body rolling though the air. Everything fades into a blur... My field of vision went dark, before my senses vanished, and my conscious state of mind slipped into the corners of my skull... "Hey!" I heave my pained eyes open, pulling at the lids, to see a blurry she-wolf standing above me. A certain tiredness drags me back to a half-awake state. An iron smell fills my nose..."Hey, are you okay?" Her voice sounds familiar... I pull my eyes all the way open. The Scarletian warrior Flickyr is the one standing there, concern prevalent in her shimmering glacier blue eyes. Everything stops. Any possible source of noise is blocked out of my hearing... I freeze, jaws parted but motionless. All I can see is the umber wolf... The tangled fur and honey tongue, the tapering style of her structure, and the mixing hues of her coat. Her voice leaking into my long rounded ears. I shake my head, snapping back to reality and finally responding. "I don't..." I break off with a low groan, "...feel like I am..." "Falcon, get over here!" she snaps with a harsh glare frosted over with impatience, glancing over at the tabby she-wolf. The Mender's ears perk and she rushes over to us. "Oh my Sacreds, that looks bad." I glance to where the salty scent is coming from... of course, just as I had expected, it was the smell of blood. And my own, no less! A gash runs across my neck, crimson trickling down. Falcon laps at the blood, licking away any excess. Fire watches from a distance, whimpering with fear. The tabby Mender then takes some of the grass and sticks it on the wound to also help stop the bleeding. I stand, the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears. I face Flickyr with my ears pinned to my silvery fur. "Um... Tell Falcon I thank her." I bark, a slight trembling in my voice. The flame wolf nods. "I will... D...don't you worry." "I should be heading back home... Oh Spirit World, I hope Space is safe. It can't be any better in Slough..." "Alright...Well... Bye, then." "Y...eah, bye." I swiftly turn, bolting for the woods. What was that!? It was so... out of nowhere! The heck is going on with me!? Yet even as I make my way to Slough, it tugs at my soul... And little may I have known, but it tugged at the warrior's soul as well.
