For much of Saluce’s adult life he lived by the sword and would have died by it. Such thoughts seemed foolish to him now, even his not so long ago request to die like a warrior. The male had found within the borders much to live for, to love and felt now a sense of duty. Truly he was quickly becoming much more than just a hired sword now. This she wolf hybrid mix whatever though, as he listened almost disgusted him, she wreaked weakness. Everything she spoke of only made his form inch closer away to leave her to whatever fate the worthless being derived for itself. If he pitied her, if he felt some form of empathy for her he would have given her the warm embrace of death himself, ended her futile struggle. But as those thoughts danced around in his mind, ever thoughtful it occurred to him that she reminded him much of himself. Was it the fact that he now hated his past, and she represented a small reminder of what he once was? Saluce wasn’t sure as cool blue eyes looked over her weakened form.
Her voice spoke with a child like ignorance; of course he had killed the wretched beast. That voice spoke as if she was saddened that he had killed it. Finally he resigned himself to sit down next to her, paternal instincts kicking in forcing him to show some compassion for her. Saluce didn’t speak to her as she rambled off, but his ears perked as she asked for help. The grey behemoth let out an audible sigh as he let a gentle lick across her face reaffirm that he would continue to help her.
“Alright then little one” the grey spoke softly, paws slowly becoming hands as the behemoth slowly shifted into a more suitable form to carry her. Those hands gently ran across her body in a soothing fashion as he looked over wounds carefully. Everything was almost comical, he was a killing machine but instincts, and love had clashed and now even he was not immune to the instinct to nurture.
“it’s okay, I’ll take you to someone who can help you heal. I’ll carry you to my home where my mate can look after you until your strong enough to return to whatever life you live” The voice spoke softly even as she tried to move, no he wouldn’t allow her to try and stand and hurt herself more. Arms moved around her as he stood picking her up to take her for help.
“Just try and be still little one” finally he started walking towards home, a stray once again would be lead into Dahlia whether or not this one stayed was up to her.
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