PACKING A MAGNUM // open, search patrol for Survivalinstinct

"i'm comin'." gravel voice seeps into the ground like rain, breached with quiet determination. winter incarnate takes one, two, three strides to settle beside krieger, dark eyes glancing upon his figure. survivalinstinct is hardly more than a child in her eyes, praising peace upon murmuring lips even when wronged directly. he is so, so quick to forgive . . . and that is what puzzles chicagocrimes the most. forgiveness, so easily gained? nothing but mere fantasy in her storybook.

no, forgiveness comes in the form of vengeful righteousness. evening the score and then some. then, and only then, do thoughts of peace filter within mind. but he is not her, far too innocent in his meanderings to ever seem to understand the real cost of what he so easily hands away. and look at where that got him. "he usually hung around camp or the borders but uh, he got a task ta discreetly poison th' exiles a while back. 'm not sayin' they took 'im but worst case scenario . . ." she lets that trail off in the form of a growl, vibrating deep within chest. like she said, val leaned toward peace. odds are he hardly gave that task another thought— they aren't mandatory, after all. "val also looked over alliances, so he might have spent a night at an ally's o' ours. colouredclan is literally on th' other side o' th' meadow— if we go out, we should check there first."

☾ WHERE THE HELL DO I HAVE TO GO TO FIND THE END OF THIS STORY? —

Silence envelops the young male as he quietly approaches the scene in order to join the duo who were preparing to set off. He had barely caught the conversation that had been unfolding, therefore only really hearing of the fact that they were to go and visit the stretch of land that was their border with Colouredclan. That was fine by him, he figured. As far as he was aware, the group were quite placid and he doubted that they would give them any issues, even if they were going in that general direction in search of a missing member. All he could hope was that they did not interpret the search party's presence to be an accusation. Tensions were already running high and the last thing that they needed at that moment in time was any kind of conflict between allies.

"I'll tag along too, if you two don't mind." comes the soft words from the lips of the canine, speech forming in an almost uncharacteristic manner as it dripped from his tongue. Fiery red eyes flickered between the duo, holding back any kind of challenging glare. Even if they were to tell him no, that would not be enough to stop him, if anything the australian shepherd would simply just go out by himself if he were turned away. He highly doubted that it would come to that however, instead keeping his expression an amiable one as he halts besides Chica to fall once more into quiet.

there is no denying the hard, concrete, anger that seeps into the tone of his voice, and for a flicker of a second chica is confused, so confused. what did she do? eyes slant at him, words stirring in mouth but by then, others trail in at steady pace and time, there is no time. so she folds, for now, and offers a bob of her head before slipping past, oh so quick to take control as the patrol's lead. "that's cool wit' me, arizona." chicagocrimes lulls on a sinner's tongue. praufyx and jello are joining too? lovely. she reasons anyone else wishing to come along can catch up and with this in mind, she's off.

. . .

it doesn't take too terribly wrong to reach the border, swathed with several other scents, and long strides slow as paws falter. the phantom straightens, eyes snapping back to the small crowd. "alright, we should fan out a bit or somethin', try ta get a whiff o' him."

rip muse (:

the first smell that the patrol would catch upon the light breeze that swept through the sanctuary would be the unmistakable scent of bitter copper and sick. it was strong, overwhelming almost, and amidst it all was survivalinstinct. he's doubled over in exhaustion and pain, shudders racking his body as cold seeped into his wounds and stung him relentlessly like that of a clan of angry bees would. he is hardly able to stand, body crouched low to the ground, and eyes already dangerously close to closing eternally. his life was hanging by a string - but it wasn't the patrol that would find him first. it was a young boy, a wonderfully gifted child who was far more wiser than he should be. his savior and someone he felt almost indebted to. the child is accompanying him whilst he took a much needed break, crimson rolling down pastel green fur and breaths becoming twice as more labored. they were still so far away from camp - val did not think he would make it, in all honesty. it would be pretty ironic if he died here, no life to flash before his eyes, and kind of sad too, he would suppose. eventually, survivalinstinct gives into the exhaustion that has gripped him tightly, and slid onto the floor with a huff. his muscles screamed at him to just relax and his brain pleaded with him to just let the darkness take him over, but remains, stubbornly, eyes narrowed at the ground as he huffs in pain.

DEBIRU

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———— WHITE WINGED WOLF / WEARS A BLINDFOLD / PHYSICIAN ————

Ladon had just left the Valhalla to travel further up to collect the last remaining plants he could found before the winter would arrive to bury everything underneath it. What the Physician not had expected to found that day was an very badly injured stranger how ahd crossed his path in a much needed help. Of course he couldn't possible just have left this male out there, it didn't lay in his nature to abandon people like that, wishing to help as many he possible could. So his decision hadn't been special hard as he had come for the others 'rescue' to help him get back home. It was a struggling battle for the both of them and despite not being able to see knew this not possible could look good. To much blood...

" Lola, are we there yet?." he mumbled quietly to one of the ghosts how always helpt to guide him along the way through his travels. She was a trustworthy ghost to count on in situations such like this not at all like Annabelle had been. If Survivalinstinct had heared him might have found it very strange on why he was talking to himself but in a case like this one Ladon couldn't cost any time to worry about stuff like that. The ghosts was the only guidence he had to help himself through this unseen world. We have a bit more to walk Lay.

But then he noticed the injured male suddenly sank down towards the ground something that alarmed the Physician greatly. " Are you o-okay?." he would ask with concern as he turned his head around with ears twitching as he tried to found exactly where Survivalinstinct location where. Once he believed himself to have found him moved closer towards the canine and bite anxiety a bit on his lip. What was he supposed to do?. Ladon could try to attend to him out here but... first they needed to found somewhere more suitable to rest on now out here in the open like this. It was getting darker too.. " It isn't s-safe here. We uhm, needs to g-get you somewhere else. I p-promise it isn't far from here." he tried to encourage the exhausted stranger unsure if it was going to help anything though since he was not the most confident guy himself. Biting back his own insecurity he would attempt to get himself to stand beside the doberman. " You can lean on m-me if you want to..."

words barely escape lips before she smells it, smells him, carried on fine winds that day. copper curdling, a raw metallic scent that has the phantom freezing, freezing for splitting, regretful, second. she knows that smell, burned into mind so fiercely. it comes to her with accidents, little children crying at the swell of a cut knee or swears following one's own carelessness. it comes to her with war, claws slashing and fangs snapping, bodies locking and numbers dropping. it comes to her with own death, heavy and smoldering upon senses as a heart slows its beat, beat, beating and little spirit falls deep, deep under. how can she forget, how can she—

how can one ever forget the smell of blood?

utter panic swells within her chest like a burst of stars, and legs begin moving all on their own. moving away from her patrol, buffed safety and protection, moving with vigor and running hard to meet up because survivalinstinct is hurt. survivalinstinct is hurt and every twinge and whisper of anxiety that has stuttered around her these few days marking his absence grows full force and she refuses his death, he who she finds herself having grown closest to since best friend's passing. she refuses another one now, when she has already lost enough.

faster, faster, faster, do legs carry her. and she makes it god, she makes it, but eyes take in only what her nerves sees. survivalinstinct bleeding, hurting, dying and a stranger towering over him. her mind is quick to connect dots, to make accusations. a stranger no, a doctor no, a child no. threat. he's a threat and HE'S HURTING HIM, HE'S HURTING HIM, HE'S HURTING HIM. her anxiety bursts into heightened fury, crisp fall weather twisting, twisting into icy cold sheets as she screeches a blizzard's howl, "GET AWAY FROM HIM," and then chica is lunging, lunging for DEBIRU , aiming to smack him away with a clawed paw.

"are you o-okay?"

ladon's voice reaches to him through his hazy and static-y mind and he is barely able to register the words. he gives a slight shake of his head, the action so subtle it's honestly hard to discern whether or not he was confirming or denying his current condition. either way, it was without certainty that he was not fairing well. the bloodied doberman is unable to move for a moment, legs too weak and wobbly to even consider moving one of them lest he crashes right into the ground. the encouragement from the physician is welcomed, but val does not think he would be able to move much as blood continued to flow freely from his open wounds. he looks to the pup with half-lidded eyes as the kid offered himself to be leaned on. he was to respond the best he could, but that was when they were discovered.

the sudden decrease in temperature was a familiar feeling, ice cold air nipping at his exposed skin. then rapid footfalls makes survivalinstinct weakly turn his head to the side to see her. chicagocrimes was making a beeline for him and ladon and from what he could glimpse of her face as she rushes to them like a bat straight out of hell, she was absolutely livid. he hardly had the time to react as she caterwauls, "GET AWAY FROM HIM," and val suddenly finds strength in his bones to lurch to the side as well. he would shield ladon with his weak and battered body, nearly flopping over the boy to protect him from chicagocrimes' wintry fury, and eyes screw tight to brace himself to take on the brunt of chica's attack - the wrath-filled attack that was meant for the boy at his side. "c-chica!" he finds himself wheezing out harshly, as if words themselves would stop the enraged woman before him, "n. . . no." the words were forced from his maw, the mere action of speaking ripping him apart from the inside out. everything hurt so, so much but he would be damned if he let this boy get hurt.

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———— WHITE WINGED WOLF / WEARS A BLINDFOLD / PHYSICIAN ————

He does not look special good Lay..Moving him might not be the best decision right now. Lola adviced with concern and in respond to that a worried frown fall over the physician features. Had he misjudged this situation entierly?. Had he made it worse by letting him walk?. In time like this ones Ladon really wished he could see since it would really have helpt him alot more to make a better judgement on this situation. Shame and guilt fall over him, doubting his own medicial knowledge as a doctor. If Survivalinstinct where to die under his care Ladon would never be able to forgive himself. " H-Hold on i'll - "

"GET AWAY FROM HIM,"

Ladon was catch up guard, Lola's voice along with Junji's coming through to warn him from the threat as well." Ladon watch out!!." The alarm made his head swung around out of reflex before someone pushed him a bit towards the side so he lost his footing to trip towards the ground, all to step into his way - actually over him which he was completely unaware of. In fact he had no idea what just had happend only that blood was dangerously close to his nose. Some even droping down to land on the physician nose which made the lupine flinch. It came from Survivalinstinct.But why had he?. " W-What's going on?..." he asked with confusion, having no idea how close it had been for him to get attacked by someone how stood the doberman very closely. Everything had happend to quickly.

//lol i just love how everyone throws themself to protect the cinnamon roll from the angry momma bear xD

so much happens within a moment's notice. she's all eyes on the intruder, claws outstretched with intent to sling blood from its skin. but then there is interlude in all sorts of ways— survivalinstinct has thrown himself across the other boy and then chicagocrimes finds herself pulled to the ground, absolutely spitting as she twists around. krieger. of course it's him, of course.

she's blistering anger all over again. how dare he. how dare he, "don't touch me, get off! get th' fuck—" she wants to strangle him, a paw aiming to take a swipe at him in flush of icy hot rage. he's injured, she's furious and oh, she wants to gut him, but then he's talking sense— kind of— and that reigns in the worst of her.

and there's so much going on, she has to settle to understand the story because clearly a story waits to be told. so she needs to be calm, far calmer than she is now. but all she wants to do is mash fangs against another's skin, and it takes a long moment before chicago even thinks to cool off, "okay, okay, i'm talkin, i'm assessin'— now fuckin' get off me!" the dead girl snaps, shaking the canine off before moving to stomp toward the pair, lips peeled into grimace. she's reaching for val, eyes searching every inch of the battered man, but the poor boy looks too roughed up to say much. she doesn't know if he's someone she ought to rely on, right now, leaving her with the kid cowering beneath him. "oi, you— what the hell happened to 'im? who are you?"

protect the bean from momma best yes

Moving, he would curl about his mother protectively. Eyes scanning her with concern. He was much bigger, and if she said the word, he would be hell to handle. For now, he just tried to sooth her as she always did for him.

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———— WHITE WINGED WOLF / WEARS A BLINDFOLD / PHYSICIAN ————

Ladon was confused and had no idea what was going on but apperantly they where not alone anymore. By the scent he could smell himself this people carried the same one that was mixed with Survivalinstinct one. Did that mean this one where his friends?. It was a unsure matter for him since one of them didn't exactly seemed happy and with his ghost friends how told him to be careful felt quite intimated by this one female how he not even know had attempted to attack him. When he realised she actually was talking to him while demanding answers felt himself flinch up a bit. Ahaa. So scary. He was actually scared for his life here, worried what would happend to him now. Had he accidently put himself in a dangerous situation here?. All because he had wanted to help. Nervousely he bite down on his lip a bit as he tried to form a reply up in his head first so he not would come out sounding like a terrified mess. " Aha, uhm, m-my name's L-Ladon and i...found y-y-your friend like t-this outside of E-exiler's territory. I...i just t-tried to help to g-get him b-back home." and he completely failed to not sound like a terrified mess, his stuttering even worse then usual as he felt extremely uncomfortable not to forget his anxiety was standing on a high level. All because that one terrifying though crossed his mind that draw him closer towards a PTSD attack.

Will they kill me?!.

// this is horrible rushed and bad sorry, i just wanted to reply to this while i had some time for it Dx