Night, and the spirit of life...is ebbing...away.. Mar 31, 2020 1:57:50 GMT cheezeegriff likes this
Post by prismatic on Mar 31, 2020 1:57:50 GMT
Pain.. but above that panic. Sheer overwhelming fear of the unknown. Not just what lie beyond the veil shrouding the inevitable other that death had in store, but also for what might come from the dark night around. Dabu could feel it like a nagging festering wound with no actual physical location. His mind as well was on edge, causing him to jump at the occasional noise in the darkness, forcing him to remind himself that he was healthy with claws and teeth to defend unlike the troubled creature he currently sought out.
His paw settled with a wet and sucking squish into a stream bed barley visible in the limited starlight from above. Dark clouds rolled overhead obscuring the moon. The type that teased at the promise of rain but never quite managed to deliver. Raising his head he stilled, the night breeze pulling gently at the feathers and satchels that littered his mane and adorned his tail tuft. It carried with it the faint sounds of struggle and exertion. The efforts of a doomed soul struggling to keep foot hold within a vessel that was slowly failing it.
Moving forward he followed the stream and the growing ache of mind and body until the limited light revealed a thrashing form hidden in shadows. It to sensed or scented him as well and stilled its exertions least they draw him to it for an easy meal. Dabu was not hungry though. he had eaten recently enough and saw no valid reason for this soul to suffer any longer than it had already. If it could not be healed there were other ways in which he could offer aid.
He stopped some feet away from the zebra. Its eye, wild and rolling, regarded him with terror. And it spouted empty threats between its labored breaths.
*Stay away! I mean it! I'll ..I'll..kick you!*
Dabu smiled sadly at the beast. Ignoring the waves of terror he could feel coursing through the animal he replied calmly.
" You've no need to fear me. I swear on the kings I'm not hungry nor do I take any delight in causing pain just for the sake of doing so."
His gaze traveled over the creature and the various cuts an abrasions across it's pelt. The worst of which continued to ebb an ever slowing flow of blood into the pool the creature lay in. His sad smile flattened and he sighed quietly shaking his head.
" I can't fix that.. even if I tried you've lost to much blood. Yet it's been a slow process, painful.. hasn't it? I can help another way..."
The zebras eyes widened and it began trashing a new. Realizing what the creature had taken his words to mean he shook his head.
" No..no, calm yourself..you'll only make your pain greater. I have no intent of using tooth or claw on you. In fact the only aid I'll give at all is what you agree to. What I'm offering would come in the form of herbs. They'll dull the pain and help you rest, and if you chose I'll make it strong enough to ensure you don't wake before its over. I'll even stay if you'd like to be sure no other comes along to.. disturb your journey."
The zebra considered, eyeing the feathers and whatnot's in Dabu's mane before swallowing nervously and giving his head a shaky nod.
Dabu had stayed true to his word, guarding the zebra until his carcass had long cooled and the first rays of sun had broken the darkness. He'd then departed leaving what remained to take its place in the circle as a meal for those who sought out carrion.
As the day wore on the blessed peace brought to his mind and nerves with the zebras last breath began to ebb away. It never lasted long, there was always another in need. Some other soul aching or body in pain to sense and aid in whatever way he could. The question now remained of just where this next soul he was sensing would be found.