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Inferno was the first to break from the shock that had covered the group in a shocked silence. She dashed through the forest, leaping over fallen trees and branches with ease, racing towards where the sound had originated from. The coppery scent of blood laced the air. Crashing into a small clearing, Inferno’s ragged breath caught in her throat as she sunk to the ground, gazing at the scene in front of her in horror. Crescent, her annoying but beloved werewolf friend, was laying over a black form. Her matted silver fur was stained crimson, and her muzzle was set in a snarl, her open eyes drained from any life, glazed over. Khaos didn’t look any better. Blood pooled beneath him, but she didn’t know if it was his or Crescent’s. Probably both. Raze and Spark caught up to her soon after, Spark letting out a mournful howl at the sight in front of them. Raze looked wildly from Crescent to Khaos, and then growled in a shaking voice in Hell-tongue, “Khaos is still alive. I can feel his heartbeat, but Crescent…I can sense her near us, but something is blocking my way to her spirit.” “We need to get them back to the school.” Spark whimpered. Inferno got to her paws silently, nodding. “Spark, Raze, get Khaos to the medical wing of the school as soon as possible. I’ll…I’ll get Crescent.” Leaving no room for argument, Infenro padded forward and clamped her jaws around the silver-werewolf’s scruff, dragging her off of her still-living best friend. She shadow blinked them back to the school, but not before opening a shadow-way for Raze and Spark to use to get her best friend help. She stumbled to the headmaster’s office with the precious body of her friend in her jaws, past her own Dormroom. |
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Atria smelled the blood as soon as her roommate appeared. She lunged for the door, ripping it open to see what happened. After she took in the scene, she fell to her knees. The silver wolf, scruffed in the mouth of her Hellhound roommate. The blood trailing the hall. The singular heartbeat echoing in her mind - not two. Only Inferno. She felt a pang of guilt at her relief that Inferno was okay, before shaking out of her stupor. Scrambling to her feet, Atria ran to catch up to her friend, using her powers to draft air underneath the werewolf. Following Inferno, Atria kept her shield underneath the female, not allowing her body to drag on the ground. The blood still spiller from her body pooled in the air, creating a bloody bed for Crescent to lay upon. Wiping tears from her eyes, Atria wondered where they were taking their friend, and what the hell had happened. She wouldn't question her roommate yet. Not until she could gather her own bearings. |
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Inferno felt the weight of Crescent’s body lighten a bit, and the noise of her fur brushing against, ot rather, sliding along, the hard oak floor. She knew it had to be Atria, as her roommate’s familiar scent flowed into her nose. She welcomed it, change from the coppery scent of her friend’s blood, a sense of vomfort coming along with it. She stumbled into the headmaster’s office, nearly knocking the door off it’s hinges with the force she had used to swing the door open. The Headmaster, and whichever professor he was talking to, stared at the three in shocked silence. Inferno carefully laid Crescent onto the flor, and then shifted back into her humaniod form so that she could speak in a tongue they could understand. She understood that she must have looked extremely rough, with her hair and skin stained with her friend’s blood, scratches and laceratings criss-crossing her paler-than-normal skin after her desparite run through thorns when she had tried to reach Khaos and Crescent. “I-I don’t know what happened…” Inferno gasped out, her voice wavering. “I-, we were hunting, and we split into two groups, and then I heard a howl, and I tried to reach them in time, I really did, but when I got there, Crescent was dead and Khaos looked and felt so close to death…” Her voice broke, and she buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed. |
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Inferno felt the weight of Crescent’s body lighten a bit, and the noise of her fur brushing against, ot rather, sliding along, the hard oak floor. She knew it had to be Atria, as her roommate’s familiar scent flowed into her nose. She welcomed it, change from the coppery scent of her friend’s blood, a sense of vomfort coming along with it. She stumbled into the headmaster’s office, nearly knocking the door off it’s hinges with the force she had used to swing the door open. The Headmaster, and whichever professor he was talking to, stared at the three in shocked silence. Inferno carefully laid Crescent onto the flor, and then shifted back into her humaniod form so that she could speak in a tongue they could understand. She understood that she must have looked extremely rough, with her hair and skin stained with her friend’s blood, scratches and laceratings criss-crossing her paler-than-normal skin after her desparite run through thorns when she had tried to reach Khaos and Crescent. “I-I don’t know what happened…” Inferno gasped out, her voice wavering. “I-, we were hunting, and we split into two groups, and then I heard a howl, and I tried to reach them in time, I really did, but when I got there, Crescent was dead and Khaos looked and felt so close to death…” Her voice broke, and she buried her face in her hands, overwhelmed. |
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Atria watched as her roommate fell into her grief, and took over for her. "Khaos has been shadowed into the medical wing. Crescent is the only werewolf of the group - Raze, Spark, and Khaos are all Hellhounds. I... I know there are monsters in the forest, but they shouldn't be able to kill a werewolf and nearly kill a Hellhound." Her eyes flickered to her disheveled roommate before turning back to the headmast, tears beginning to line her own eyes as the reality of the situation sank in. "I need to take Inferno to the medical wing, sir. She'll be going into shock, and I don't have the medical experience to assist her on my own." The headmaster nodded, mouth still opening and closing in shock. The professor next to him loudly fell into a chair, the shock evident on their face as well. The headmaster walked over to the body of the canine, flicking his fingers and clearing the blood off of her fur. Another wave and she had disappeared, presumably to be looked over in a more secure area. Atria knelt next to Inferno, grabbing her roommate's wrists and gently trying to pry them from her face. "Inferno. I need you to come walk with me, okay? We're going to walk to the medic wing - not shadow-blink, I don't think that's a good idea, but we can walk together, okay? We're going to go find Khaos and Raze and Spark, and we can go check on them together, alright? I just need you to get up and walk with me. I'll be here with you, it will be alright." She stood, still gripping Inferno's wrist but not pulling the Hellhound up - she needed to get up on her own terms, Atria knew that. She knew the shock would set in soon; her mother had given her many books on medical cases to read in case anything severe ever happened and she needed to help someone before the medics arrived. She needed to get Inferno into the medical wing, where she knew the magic wards prevented its patients from teleporting in or out - needed to make sure Inferno was okay. |
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Inferno allowed her roommate to pull her hands away from her face, her words to the headmaster garrbled and gibberish in Inferno’s ears. She knew something was wrong with her, but she could peice together her thoughts enough to figure out what. All she could do was stare in front of her as the blood was washed from Crescent’s fur, and her body dispeared. “"Inferno. I need you to come walk with me, okay? We're going to walk to the medic wing - not shadow-blink, I don't think that's a good idea, but we can walk together, okay? We're going to go find Khaos and Raze and Spark, and we can go check on them together, alright? I just need you to get up and walk with me. I'll be here with you, it will be alright." That was the first thing that cut through the foggy confustion that had clouded her mind since she found her friends laying in that dreadful forest clearing. Nodding slowly, she stumbled to her feet and followed Atria out of the Headmaster’s office, clinging to the feeling of the Fae’s hold on her wrist as a tether to the real world, a comfort to stop her from falling into herself. As they walked through the hallways of the school, she was aware of the weird and concerned looks they received, but couldn’t bring herself to car at all. The same two words kept swimming in her mind. The same two names. Khaos. Crecent. The walls of the school blended together in one dark mass, and Inferno felt herself sway slightly, feeling lightheaded. |
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Atria felt the Hellhound begin to sway beside her and started to panic. She wouldn't be able to carry the female, not after she had just drained her strength to support the werewolf. She sighed in relief when the doors to the medic's office opened of their own accord, and began to pick up her pace as the threshhold neared. Passing into it, she took a deep breath as she scanned the bay. Khaos lay in a cot, monitors and wires attached to him, but he was free of blood. Atria pulled her roommate the last bit, showing her the bed next to Khaos. She only hoped the female had enough sense to lie down on her own - forcing her into an unfamiliar bed didn't seem like the best idea. Letting go of her roommate's wrist, she turned to look at the two Hellhounds gathered on the opposite side of Khaos's cot. Her eyes narrowed as she assessed them; both fine, albeit shaken up. Good. Her mouth twisted into a snarl as she finally let her grief and panic overcome her. "What, exactly, happened? Why did my roommate carry a dead body past our dorm, and why were neither of you there to help her?" The words flew out of her, accompanied by a near feral growl at her last question. She had subconsciously taken up a defensive stance in front of Inferno, blocking the two from being able to see or touch her. Sparks flew at her fingers - sparks! But she barely noticed, too far submerged in her anger to acknowledge anything but the growing fear on the Hellhound's faces. Faintly, she heard a medic begin to make their way towards them, but she didn't care. As long as the two dogs in front of her didn't touch Inferno, she didn't care. Teeth bared, she let out another feral growl as she waited for them to form a response. |
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Inferno’s eyes flashed white, and she half-laid half-collapsed on the bed. Her vision was swaying and dipping like a tree in the storm, and she couldn’t make out anything, much less hear anything that was going on around her. Just a high pitched whine in her ears. Raze snapped out of his daze as Spark cringed back, eyes widening at the Fae’s anger. He stepped in front of her. “Calm down.” He said slowly, as if not sure how to proceed forward with the sngrey forest spirit in front of him. “We were hunting, and we split into two groups. Khaos and Crescent in one, and Spark, Inferno and I in the other. We brought down a deer, but before we could eat, we heard a howl. Inferno darted off towards it, and we followed behind her.” “S-she told us to take Khaos to the medical wing while she brought C-crescent’s body to the h-headmaster-r.” Spark whimpered, staring down at Khaos’s unmoving form, other than the rise and fall of his chest, the only sign that he was still alive. “She shadow-blinked her and Crescent away, and opened a shadow-way for us to more easily carry Khaos through, but the medical ward doesn’t allow any magic other than those of the Healer’s, so we ended up in the corridor parallel to the medical wing and had to carry Khaos the rest of the way. He’s a lot bigger than either of us so it took a little bit.” “We don’t know what happened any better than you do, Atria,” Raze said, his voice breaking. “There was no one in the clearing when we got there. Only Khaos and Crescent.” "Please, at least let us see how Inferno's doing." Spark pleaded, moving out from behind Raze and staring into the Fae's eyes, her own onyx ones swimming with tears. |
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Atria sighed, rubbing her face and soothing the muscles that contracted into the snarl of their own accord. She looked into Spark's eyes, the tears reflected in her own face falling down her cheeks. With a hesitant glance around the room, she moved to the head of Inferno's cot, dropping into a squat next to her roommates head. The medic on the other side of the cot was waving her hands above Inferno, and Atria found herself snapping, "She's fine. She's in shock, so stop wasting your time looking her over - I already did it. Worry about the other two." Jerking her head towards Raze and Spark, she tried to ignore the medics frantic waving as she hurried to do a presumably protocol look-over. Atria blasted a shield of air between them, cutting off the magic that connected the medic to Inferno, rolling her eyes in defiance as she looked to her roommate. "Inferno. I need you to look at me. Raze and Spark are going to come look at you, okay? They want to make sure you're okay. I won't let them touch you unless you tell me to." She wrapped a blanket of warm air around Inferno before flicking her fingers to motion the two Hellhounds over. She watched tensely as they took the spot where the medic had previously been standing, ignoring the medic as she did an examination of them behind their backs. Her eyes bounced between the three creatures, and she finally allowed herself to drop to her knees and lay her head on Inferno's cot as her instincts calmed down. There was no immediate threat. With a gentle sigh, Atria found her eyes fluttering shut - too much magic, too fast. She was exhausted, and before she even had a chance to warn the others of her state, she was asleep. |
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Spark yelped as Atria’s wind tether, or whatever it was, pulled them closer to Inferno’s cot. The terrifed and shaken hellhound jumped back as she saw the Fae’s head drop onto her friend’s cot, worried that something might have happened to her. “She’s fine, just exhausted.” Raze assured her, pulling her next to him. “You saw the sparks she admitted and she just used a lot of wind, so it’s no wonder she passed out.” The medic looked them over, not to worried about them now that they checked up on them and hesitantly moved Atria to the cot next to Inferno’s. The Medical Wing was starting to feel a bit crowded. “Raze? Spark?” A shakey voice asked. The two hellhounds looked down to see Infenro’s glassy eyes staring up at them. They rushed to her side, nodding. “It’s us. We’re here, and we’re alright.” Spark said quickly. Inferno gave a little nod, her eyes seemingly staring at something far away, unfocused. “Is Khaos…is he alright?” Again, the two that were leaning over her nodded, assuring her that everyone was okay, and that they were in the medical wing of the school. In the air’s weakened state now that it’s master was alseep, the medic pushed it aside eaisly and held their hand over Inferno’s face, not touching her skin, but close enough that Inferno could feel the heat emitting from it. “I’m going to use a bit of my magic to calm you down alright?” Inferno nodded absent mindly, and a golden light washed over her features and the medic began working on her. |
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