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5 years ago...
Baron's lungs burned with the heat of his exertion as he barreled through the city, and his tongue lolled from his panting jaws as he closed in on the sound of gunfire in the distance.
He had picked up Jason's scent a few blocks ago, and the sound of gunshots had spurred him on even as shouts of surprise followed in his wake. Werewolves where a normal enough part of the city, but most of them kept to Vargeras, and having one come tearing through Luskonios was something that they didn't see every day.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins but his heart sank as the gunfire fell silent, but he pushed on towards where he had last heard the shots. His sprint slowed to a lope when he cut down a side street as he caught sight of a staggering figure moved towards him, and as he drew closer Baron's steps fell to a walk and his lips curled into a low growl as the stench of blood filled his nostrils.
Baron's fur rippled and receded as he shed his wolfish form, and a few minutes later a man was crouched in the street.
He stood and closed the distance between him and Jason, and as the boy faltered and caught himself against a dumpster, leaving a long spear of crimson behind as he sank to the pavement to lean back against it.
He knelt a moment, and his eyes roamed the gunshot wounds that seeped crimson rivulets of blood and his expression was pained as he closed his eyes a moment to maintain his hardened demeanor. When he opened them again, there was regret within his gaze.
"I'm sorry," Jason gaped through bloodied lips, as his chest rose and fell with each gasp of breath.
"It's alright, it's not your fault," Baron told him.
"The Ardelean..."
Baron gripped one of Jason's bloodied hands in his own while holding the back of the lad's neck with his other hand. "Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be alright," he said as he rested his forehead against Jason's.
The boy's breathing was wet and labored, and Baron knew well the folly of taking him to a hospital at this point. Even if he pulled through this, it wouldn't cure the insanity that would slowly grip him until there was nothing left of his humanity.
"Just get some rest. Everything will be fine," Baron reassured him.
It didn't take long for the boy to draw his final breath. As the life passed from Jason's eyes, and his chest fell a still, Baron felt his disgust rising within him.
"The Ardelean are butchers," he growled. "You didn't choose this."
A few more moments passed before he hoisted the boy up over his shoulders and stood back up with a grunt. The kid hadn't had any family when Baron had first found him, and he was intent on taking him back to the only family he had known these past few months. The sounds of the sirens grew in the distance, but Baron was long gone before anyone happened upon the location.
5 years ago...
Baron's lungs burned with the heat of his exertion as he barreled through the city, and his tongue lolled from his panting jaws as he closed in on the sound of gunfire in the distance.
He had picked up Jason's scent a few blocks ago, and the sound of gunshots had spurred him on even as shouts of surprise followed in his wake. Werewolves where a normal enough part of the city, but most of them kept to Vargeras, and having one come tearing through Luskonios was something that they didn't see every day.
Adrenaline coursed through his veins but his heart sank as the gunfire fell silent, but he pushed on towards where he had last heard the shots. His sprint slowed to a lope when he cut down a side street as he caught sight of a staggering figure moved towards him, and as he drew closer Baron's steps fell to a walk and his lips curled into a low growl as the stench of blood filled his nostrils.
Baron's fur rippled and receded as he shed his wolfish form, and a few minutes later a man was crouched in the street.
He stood and closed the distance between him and Jason, and as the boy faltered and caught himself against a dumpster, leaving a long spear of crimson behind as he sank to the pavement to lean back against it.
He knelt a moment, and his eyes roamed the gunshot wounds that seeped crimson rivulets of blood and his expression was pained as he closed his eyes a moment to maintain his hardened demeanor. When he opened them again, there was regret within his gaze.
"I'm sorry," Jason gaped through bloodied lips, as his chest rose and fell with each gasp of breath.
"It's alright, it's not your fault," Baron told him.
"The Ardelean..."
Baron gripped one of Jason's bloodied hands in his own while holding the back of the lad's neck with his other hand. "Don't worry about it. Everything's going to be alright," he said as he rested his forehead against Jason's.
The boy's breathing was wet and labored, and Baron knew well the folly of taking him to a hospital at this point. Even if he pulled through this, it wouldn't cure the insanity that would slowly grip him until there was nothing left of his humanity.
"Just get some rest. Everything will be fine," Baron reassured him.
It didn't take long for the boy to draw his final breath. As the life passed from Jason's eyes, and his chest fell a still, Baron felt his disgust rising within him.
"The Ardelean are butchers," he growled. "You didn't choose this."
A few more moments passed before he hoisted the boy up over his shoulders and stood back up with a grunt. The kid hadn't had any family when Baron had first found him, and he was intent on taking him back to the only family he had known these past few months. The sounds of the sirens grew in the distance, but Baron was long gone before anyone happened upon the location.
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