Gale screamed in pain when the vagik tightened his grip. He became even more desperate in his attempts and he lashed and flailed the dagger again. The attempts had worked, for it let go and whimpered a little ways away. It brought a cruel smile to him face, that noise. A sense of ecstasy ran through him when he succeeded injuring the damn mutt. After he collapsed to his knees, he shuddered with a audible chuckle to himself.
The man then turned his head to look at the dog, who was now a bloody, naked man. It turned away and started retreating. The blonde called out,"
Hey!! You cowardly bitch!! Where do you think you are going?!" He stood to follow. To finish what was started. But after one step, the pain caused him to collapse again with a cry. He fell face first into the bloody stained dirt. Head starting to spin once again, the pessimist slowly pushed himself to stand once again, raise his right leg off the ground to prevent pressure from being put on it. The wolf was out of sight by then, and he muttered under his breath,"
Do not think this is over or may the gods have mercy on your soul." Whether he meant he was going to hunt him down later, or whether it was a simple threat for if it decided to come near him again, Gale wasn't sure. All he knew was he wanted to take Kendhl an- Oh gods! KENDHL!
The Zeltivan whipped around quickly to look at his bondmate, his body disapproving. He grunted loudly with each step towards the corpse, limping slowly. Was she really dead? Did he really want to see the corpse? As much as his mind wanted to reject it, to just throw out the possibility that he was alone, to look at the brighter side and look at the chances that she was alive... He already knew the truth. The cold, hard truth. The emptiness inside him told him. The feeling of lost he had told him. But he slowly continued to approach. To see her one last time...
Gale now stood above the fresh corpse. Watching the blood slowly trickle down her neck. Observing the unnaturally jagged leg. Looking at her still body. The blue eyes instantly welled up, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "
Oh gods." He covered his mouth with his wrist, not wanting to stab himself with the eating knife. His voice wavered while he spoke. The deep marks in her neck looked like they were endless. Exposing the muscle and tissue. His heart dropped to his stomach and starting to beat quickly. Almost telling him to leave the body and return home as quickly as possible.
The artist looked away, letting out soft whimpers of his own. His eyes darted up to the trees, then down to the ground, then at the trees around him. Finally, they returned to the broken body before him. "
Oh dear gods..." He said again. The blonde fell to his knees with a loud grunt, dropping the knife from his bloodied hand. Tears continued to roll off his cheeks freely, landing onto Kendhl's lifeless body. Gale's hand grazed her cheek lightly, with a distinct frown. She was still warm, though her expression was stone cold with awe. The youthful glow she once had was gone.
The man bit his lip, being able to taste the salty drops that roamed over them. As gently as possible, as if she would crumble in an instant, he slipped his hands under the woman's neck, his mangled hand managing to tuck under her knee, though with pain. The pessimist winced loudly but forced himself to pull the limp body onto his lap. With the pressure not onto of the recent bite, the Zeltivan gritted his teeth until it faded. At least faded enough to tolerate. The mangled hand rose and brushed her silky hair hair out of her face while the other supported her head.
His blue watery blue eyes looked into her gray. The glaze over them made then glisten in what light was able to peek through in the canopy. What life was in them had clearly vanished. They looked abandoned. Useless things now. The nothingness inside them no longer serving a purpose. Just blank. There was almost a longing that could be seen in them. Their last cry for help seemed to have been stained onto them. Etched onto them until they are nothing more but apart of the world once again. Forever they will show that look. No matter what, they'll forever be longing to see the world once more. To become alive again.
Drops of water fell from his face and onto hers which then rolled off and onto the ground. Gale leaned over and pressed his forehead against her's, crying silently as his eyes fell closed. "
Oh Kenny." He managed to spit out, though with a choke sobbed. And there he remained for a chime or too. He wasn't sure what he was doing. Praying to the gods that they would bring her back. Trying to wish her back. Remembering her before this tragedy. He didn't know. But the man opened his eyes once more, before pressing his lips against her lifeless lips. What used to feel like a wooden plank as a response was now motionless thing. There was no return of the affection, and the blonde pulled away, eyes now red from trying to hold back the river of tears that dripped from his face. His hand carcasses her cheek lightly, and he managed a few last words to roll out of his mouth. "
I love you Kenny." He kissed her forehead lightly, then delicately set her back on the ground.
His hands fell onto his lap and his head fell forward. He did nothing while he felt the tears fall onto his legs like rain. He sat there for several chimes. The artist would have stayed forever if it weren't for his body instinctively urging him to go home. To get help. He finally gave in and stood up with a moan. He would go home. But not yet.
Gale looked down at his shirt before stooping over with a painful grunt, and grabbing this knife. His mangled hand tried it's best to take hold of the shirt, but only two of his fingers were functions. Those being his fore finger and thumb. But with the instinct to survive boiling in him, he wrapped the fabric tightly around his thumb like one would with noodles on a fork. After doing so, the pessimist started to cut the shirt with the knife. The tearing noises rung in his ear. He made two long strips. Hanging one around his neck, he bent over, trying his best to make a tight bandage over his leg. It took several gasps and elongated moans, but he completed the knot, though it may not be as tight as he hoped. Nevertheless, the throbbing that pulsed through his thigh begged him to stop. The second strip was taken off his neck and he started to try and wrap his blood covered hand. As soon as the fabric touched it, he gasped. The Zeltivan gritted his teeth once again, quickly trying to wrap it. But doing things one handed never really paid off. With a groan of anger, his mouth took hold of one end and his hand did the rest. Quick and tightly wrapping it, the siring pain made him yell through his teeth. He yanked the knot tight and then let the fabric in his mouth go. Gale whimpered some more, tears continuing to run don his face. It wasn't the neatest wrap, nor did it need to be. It was covered and that's all he really asked for. As a matter of fact, only his thumb stuck out of the wrapping.
Trying to not focus on the pain, the man went to the nearest tree, limping and groaning. His good hand grabbed the lowest branch and bent it until a loud snap shot into his ear and it no longer was attached to the tree. He returned to Kendhl, and gently placed it over her. The artist's plan was to cover Kenny with the branches so she had more of a chance against getting eaten. Gale was going to come back and bury here, and when he did, he would want something he could actually bury. He limped back over to the tree, taking off the next branch. He hobbled over to Kenny, placing it on top of her. Then back to the tree. Then back to Kendhl. All the while, he was unaware that he was sobbing. The blonde continued to do this until the corpse was completely covered by the green pine. Was he sure that this plan would work? Definitely not. But it never hurt to try.
The man limped around the pile to double check and see if there was any exposed areas. There wasn't. Now all he needed was something to lure those damn dogs away. Like... Another body. The red, tear filled eyes fell upon the dead dog with it's throat ripped out. It would be perfect. Gale quickly grabbed the knife again limped over to it, and knelt beside it. He wanted to do one thing first. The knife was plunged into it's neck with a slosh. Using it like a saw, the artist pulled the knife through it's flesh, blood oozing out of the carcass. He grunted and pulled and yanked, even flipped the dog over before the tendons and muscles were separated. The only thing left was the spine. Figuring the fastest way to free the head was breaking it, Gale pulled himself to sit on the dog. His hand held fast to it's ear and he pulled it up with a jerk. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. Every attempt was rewarded with no reactions until several chimes later, there was a crack, and the head popped right off. The cruel smile returned as the murderer set it down and stood up. He grabbed the dog's hind leg and dragged it along with him off a little ways from the scene of the fight. There, he left it, then returned to where Kendhl laid. However, he didn't dare look at the pile of pines, and instead retrieved the head.
With that said and done, Gale started his trek home with a wobble and limp in his step and a hole in his heart.
OOCI may or may not have cried a little while writing this, but with that aside, I apologize for length. I wasn't sure if Mizahar had a term for 'bitch' but if there is then tell me and I'll replace it.
