Cowards, the lot of them.
#1
Dated to the day Lili is attacked

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The morning started like any other would do, he got up and stretched and did his exercises. Glad to see that for the first time his wounds didn't pull apart and bleed even if there was a tautness in his skin that irritated him. He traveled down to the stables, disliking the ghostly and abandoned feel about it. He quickly brought Faith our of her stall, the black mare looked pleased to leave the forbidding echo that lingered o the air and pulled himself up onto her back. Man and horse trotted off into the forest for a leisurely ride that calmed both of their senses down.


Their good mood however did not last for long as they approached the stables, fear ran on the wind with pain as its companion. The stench of Maska and one of his henchmen filled the air and the brown man found his hackles rising and his fur bristling. He dismounted and moved forwards with caution until he realised the disgusting scent of the weakling was fading meaning that he had left already along with that of his pet. What got his attention however was the scent of Liliana that was still strong and fresh, it was mingled with the pain and fear and he began to suspect what had happened before he had even reached the door, as he walked in the man called out quietly,


"Liliana?"




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Liliana was cryinging where she was left, beaten bleeding and bruised. How could this happen, why did they hate her like this? Why did they have to resort to brute strength to a woman who had no training what so ever. It hurt to move, but when she heard a voice call her name, her head shot up, at first she thought it was the man come back to see if she’d changed her mind, though she had told him the horses could learn so much before they became confused. Once she caught the scent though she registered the voice better.... Leon? She knew him, yes he helped her with the horses. Hurridly she wiped away the tears with torn arms from defending her face from the man that had beat her. Why her? They wanted her to train the horses but she was only and itse to them.... she was no longer the master, so why would they want to hurt her like they did?

“Yes....”

She answered weakly, her voice cracked from her silent crying, it hurt to swallow and her eyes burned, her body felt like it fell from the top of the stable roof and her open cuts were stinging horribly... the only good thing about the whole situation was.... her children were not here to witness it. That lightened the female’s heart.

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Horror filled his face and violence overflowed in his heart, with an explosive exclamation of spanish profanity the man turned and threw a punch at the door of the stable with all of his strength. The old wooden door, despite how large and heavy it was never stood a chance and was ripped from its hinges and launched several feet away from the doorway. Something in his hand made a crunching noise and he yelped, wringing the hand furiously. He moved forwards swiftly, kneeling down before the beaten hybrid, she smelt of blood and anger, fear and helplessness. For a moment he was at a loss as to how he could help her, she was injured everywhere and anything he did would more than likely hurt her more.


His helplessness showed on his face, as he tried to quash down the still present violence within him, it would not help her calm down anymore,


"Liliana, how can I help you? Why did they do this?"

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Fear lanced through Liliana as she saw the anger in Leon’s eyes. She curled up closer to one of the stalls as he threw a punch at the door and cringed as he came closer, she couldn’t defend herself from him and if he hurt her then she was sure she’d die, just like her father, but his voice was soothing, amost helpless as she felt. She looked up at him her brown eyes still fearful, but she let down her guard only slightly.

“I- I need to get to my mate, I need to get home.”

The thought of what happened to her family scared her, what if they went to her home, took her children, what if they hurt them, hurt Nayati? She was scared, for her family, for their future...

“I wouldn’t train the horses for war...”

SHe finally answered the last bit of his question, then looked down at her scratched arms.

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War. So that's why she had been attacked, because she stood between him and his sick desire to control everything around him, it was only a matter of time before that extended to the packs that existed in peace around them as well. He winced as he saw the fear in her eyes, fear of him and what he could do to her and forced himself to visibly relax, pushing away the anger and murderous intent and held out a hand to her,


"I will help you, if you want it. You need not fear me, I will cause you no harm or pain." León was normally a very placid and gentle man and it wasn't until someone threatened his family and the ones he considered close that he turned into the angry, snarling beast he seemed to be so much these days, the anger honestly pained him sometimes, he disliked appearing scary and imposing, especially to his pack mates and even more especially to females. Earthen ears swung backwards and tail lay limp, hackles dropped and fur ceased to poof out like an angry cat's would; all an effort to make himself seem less tall and fierce.

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Liliana looked up at Leon as he calmed down towards herself. She was scared yes, but he had been a friends, and she had a feeling that he had only acted as he did because he was angry. She slowly reached up and took his hand, using it as leverage to get her sore bruised body to a standing position. Her rib injury that she'd gained from falling off Buck had started hurting from multiple hits to her midsection, so she had a hard time standing up straight. She knew she looked worse for wear, but she wasn't going to just lay down and let this get to her, and she would barely be able to train the horses, but if they could do this to her, what would stop them from doing it to her children or Nayati. Sh loved her family a bit more than the horses.

"Thank you..."

She said quietly, holding her side to help support herself up a little.
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small pp to get things moving Big Grin also failpost

He helped to pull her to her feet, noting how she clutched at her side and stood hunched over. His blood boiled again and some of the horses shifted and whinnyed nervously. Faith stuck her head inside of the stable doors with a curious snort, and shook her head at the disturbing scents and feelings emanating from them. He helped Liliana to the door, careful of her wounds and the black mare backed off to give them room, teeth bared in anger. He shushed the huge mare and quieted her down with a few hushed words, despite himself he did not know where the once master lived, an odd formality filled his voice as though he could control his feelings by simply ridding himself of all emotion; good or bad.

"Senorita, I know not which way your home lies. Which direction are we going?" Behind them Faith snorted and pawed at the ground.
#8
She was helped up by Leon, and escorted towards the door. She could tell the horses felt uneasy. They had witnessed the fight after all. Grace had nearly broke down the stalls, though she was quiet and calm now that things had stopped, Liliana was just hoping the horse didn't hurt herself, but she was in no condition to look the animal over. turning her head to the concerned mare behind them she smiled at the animal.

"She is worried for you. I can see you have a very good bond."

She said, then turned to the village that the stables lay guarding, and pointed with a shaky arm, she would be able to walk on her own soon, but with the help it made her more secure. She wasn't leaning on him as heavily, and was starting to limp on her own. She wasn't one to always take up advantage when it came, nor milk it out. There was no honor it that, but she felt he needed to be there just until she was with Nayati again.
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Unwillingly a small smile came to him as Liliana mentioned the bond that he and Faith seemed to share. The two of them had been through a lot together in their short years of companionship. Meeting his own soul mate, her first foal and loosing said foal to winter's bite, Kailypso's and Neerona's deaths and Analise's birth, traveling the 50 miles to the home of his own birth with a sick and half dead newborn pup, then watching her grow and finally journeying to find J'adore. There were lots of small adventures within all the larger ones, a lifetime, however short, of memories built up.

"We share the date of our birth, mi madre and padre procured her dam, Grace, y Faith was born hours before mine self." As he rattled on about some of their history together he continued to hold her up as they closed in on her and Nayati's home, trying to distract her from her pain with his idle chatter. It did not take long for them to reach the house. He stopped outside of it and slowly let the hybri stand on hr own, ready to catch her should she fall,

"I know you have Nayati to help you, but if you ever are needing something, my door is always open." He smiled down at her, it was a sad smile though and filled with unparalleled sorrow, truly they were under attack.


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