[M] Gonna get off this merry-go-round

Ezekiel de le Poer · 02-12-2012, 03:26 PM

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+5 Skipping the unconscious lady. Feel free to PP Enkiel; assumed they all rode back together.

Enkiel, despite the severity of the situation, was focused entirely on the task at hand. He touched Halo gingerly, pleased to see that Ithiel had tried to stop the bleeding, and looked for the main wounds that he feared—a blow to the neck could have cause a spine to snap. The golden Aquila, standing nearby, was focused entirely on the dark half-brother. His amber eyes narrowed sharply at the mention of the attack, and he recognized the absence of concern not as a personal one, but instead the role of a military man. Both his ears and the large black ones of Enkiel rose to a high point at the mention of the head wound.

Oblivion whined against his chest and Ezekiel shushed him. His mind raced; they had seen injuries before, but Halo was not as young as she had once been. Red paws shifted in the snow, and he spoke quickly. There was no panic in his voice—it lacked any tone beyond that of command. In order to function as a leader, one could not allow emotions to rule them. “You did well,” he said, sparing a glance to Myrika. “Both of you. Right now we need to get her back; I need one of you to take him,” the Aquila motioned to the boy in his arms, and passed him to the first set of extended arms.

“Ezekiel, we must go,” Enkiel’s voice was demanding, sharp. It spoke of panic, as much as the jackal would display. The blonde man crossed to his cousin’s side, amber eyes running over the wounds with the perspective of a medic. Alaine’s training, Fatin’s lessons, they all filtered through as he dropped to scoop up the warrior. “Her neck?”

“Fine; do not allow her head to move much. Get her back as fast as you can.”

With a nod, the Aquila picked Halo up in such a way that he could cradle her head. It rested against his broad chest as a child’s might, and blood seeped onto his own pelt. “Viggo!” The coyote yelled, and the red horse closed the gap with his head tossing and eyes wide. Sweat still clung to him, worrying the de le Poer. He spoke in the low tongue and the horse responded, stilling enough to allow Ezekiel to lift Halo to his back. The Aquila quickly resumed his position behind her, pulling her back to his body. She was facing the rider, allowing her head to rest more naturally across his shoulder. With that, he turned the horse and urged him into a canter—with the big horse’s size, this pace was smoother.

The ride back was taken hard, but Viggo understood the urgency and did his best to keep his speed up. As they closed the distance towards the mansion, Ezekiel rode through the open gate and cut through the area. He swung wide of the building and rushed towards the guest house, where a white shape moved to meet them. Max’s eyes widened with fright to the state of Halo, but he remained silent.

“Take the horses back and rub them down; give them warm water and throw a blanket on them.” The doggish hybrid nodded sharply, and clambered down the steps to the chestnut stallion and the others.

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