Arcturus looked over his shoulder just in time to catch the hellhound dropping to the ground. He kept running, but a small voice in his head said He's a kid, and he dragged you out.
He gritted his teeth, annoyed with himself, and spun around. Running back towards Bane now, Arcturus raised his hands, and the metal formed a bow and several arrows. He picked off guards left and right as they ran at the prone hound, and finally reached him.
He knelt, checking for wounds, muttering to himself in Elvish.
(You're good, Davadio. Boy has some daddy issues lmao. He's still learning, fortunately. Also thank you, Tired (May I call you that?), I've been trying to do a digital painting of him for weeks, but it's not going well lol)
(Yeah, you can call me Tired! Good luck on the painting ^^)
Emerse headed straight for the door heading through the twisty hallways as best as she could trying to find a way out of this mess she found herself in.
She turned back to the boy, only to find that he was going back towards the elf and hound boy.
Sutechi moved over to the two of them, making sure to stitch guards to walls and floors when he could so they wouldn't have a chance to fight back at him.
"Is he alright?" He spoke, voice sounding young but still having a low thrum to it.
Emerse groaned as she went back to.the three of them.
"Let's go already!"
(I'm going to bed. Goodnight, everyone who may still be awake!)
The hound had passed out cold, his heaving sides returning to their normal raising and falling. Arcturus' intuition was correct. Despite being considered an adult by human standards, he was just a kid. He was practically in his teenage years for a creature that didn't age after a certain day. And what about an elf? Hell! Bane was merely a child. The blood splattered wasn't mostly his. It was the security guard’s. But he had a hair-thin burn scar on his shoulder blade, otherwise, he was unharmed. His nose twitched, and he briefly opened his eyes before closing them tightly. As he gasped for air, creases formed around his eyes, his face twisting into one of pain. The feelings of guilt remained, but the memories had faded. Bane whimpered softly, feeling the blood stain his trousers. I killed someone again, didn’t I? He was always able to put the puzzle together. He didn't want to open his eyes and see the dear elf and boy checking on him. These epiphanies were always tortuous and revealed his weak points. Bane was one of those who pretended to be strong in order not to appear weak. In this situation, he was forced to display his own words. But, in the eyes of the hound, he was a monster paying for his actions. These blackouts occurred whenever he left his feral state. However, this could be an excellent opportunity to gain the trust of the young hellhound.
(How? Weren't we on page 7 literally last night?)
(Well I read back through everything, and I'll say this: I love Nix. The "get me that guy's leg" cracked me up. And Sardoth's dying, if he does die, will be more for my peace of mind than anything, since I'm not used to using him, and his personality isn't what I'm actually used to playing.)
(All in favor of Nix as Group Mascot, say aye?)
(And hey, it's your call. thanks for being willing, Ive rp'd with folks who wouldn't off a character to further the story or improve their game or whatever)
(Aye!)
(Don't mention it. I'm flexible.)
As Sardoth kills the black figure, he sees something else coming down the hall.
"Ba'an." he spits, running back and tossing the rest of the party down.
Turning back to the hall, he charges out of sight.
(Dhcskdsnk I did not expect nix to be so beloved 🥲)
(They're fuzzy and small. What's not to like?)
Arcturus ran his fingers along the burn mark, checking for any serious injury. The Hound would heal, but that had to hurt. He kept muttering in Elvish, mostly grumbling to himself, but unconsciously weaving pain relieving incantations over Bane's wound. He noticed Bane come awake.
"Hey, Bane, we gotta go. You good?" His voice was soothing, layered with charms, but his words held an urgency.
He started to say more but was interrupted by the sound of Sardoth swearing and running off down the hallway.
That's not a good sign.
The sudden absence of the big man left the remaining guards with only their little band to focus on. Arcturus immediately stood up and spun in place, the lhang forming in his hands and decapitating all the guards stitched to the ground near them. The other guards flinched, and he took the borrowed time to yank Bane to his feet.
"All of you, Move!" He took a spot towards the back, firing arrows at the guards as fast as he could form them, steadily moving towards the exit.
A multi-colored portal opens next to the group, and a small pale hand waves the group through. A tiny, kind voice hisses at them to "Hurry through!"
Arcturus turned, and a shield formed, covering his back and the group as he faced the portal. Nahar's Hooves…
"Why should we trust you?" He yelled over the cacophony of the guards shouting and chasing them.
The voice, clearly female, shouts "Because I'm your only real chance of escaping!"
Quickly after this, a small face pokes out of the portal. She had pointed, tiny ears with a deliate, soft face and a petite nose. Her eyes were kind and shy, but currently her face was pinched in concentration.
Arcturus thought for a long second, before something heavy bounced off the shied and knocked him forward a step. He grimace and shook his head. Orome, help me…
"Alright, fine!" He stayed where he was, but urged the rest of the group forward. "I'll be the last one through, move move move!"
(Now we just wait for everyone else's replies.)
(My brain cells have left the brain, lol. I never really go deep into what happens before and after he passes out from feral rage, so it’s kinda a test run)
As Arcturus ran his fingers along the burn, Bane twitched. He clenched his teeth. The burn continued to throb with pain, and he grabbed Arcturus' hand, forcing him to stop touching the burn. He blinked open his eyes slightly. They appeared glassy as if he were detached from reality for the moment. His mind was berating him with mocking voices for murdering the guard. Looking up at Arcturus, he sighed. He lifted himself onto his knees. “No—” His tone was icy. "I'm not fine." He appeared numb as the voices took control and whispered in his pointed ears. His three scars above his blue and brown eye were a sight to behold. Many people were unaware of this hound's history, even though the scars looked them in the face. However, the numbness did not last long. Bane shook his head, scattering the voices and screwing up his fluffy hair. A chill ran down his spine as he looked up at where Sardoth was, or rather, was seen to be. “Quietus.” He muttered under his breath. Bane struggled to his feet, his hand on his leather hilt, but was eventually dragged up by Arcturus. The hound yipped in surprise, struggling to regain control of his balance. “I can hold them off." The hellhound croaked. Just a minute ago, he was glassy-eyed and losing balance. Now a flame of worthiness burned within his eyes, Bane standing tall and proud.
Bane swung his head around to face the portal. That's suspicious. He cocked an eyebrow, and a hand appeared from the portal. Then came the voice. "What makes you think I'm going to jump into some random portal? No way in hell!" When he turned around, he saw a guard approaching him with another silver knife. "Oh, he-" As he parried the attack with his umbra sword, he cut himself off. He kicked the guard in the stomach and slashed their face with the sharpest edge of his sword. "I don't trust it!" Bane hissed, but someone pushed him through. His eyes widened, and he reached out for Arcturus, terrified of what might be on the other side. But nothing grasped onto him and he tumbled through.
(Two more now, Tired and Not Denki.)
(test run successful, Cinnamon)
Arcturus grunted as another very heavy something hit his shield.
"I don't trust it either, but it doesn't matter." he growled as he shoved Bane through the shimmering portal. He saw the hound reach for him, but another heavy thud on his shoulder made him stumble and he couldn't respond.
(Sorry guys I have been pretty busy. Hopefully I’ll get smth up soon)
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