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[center][color=steelblue]Location:[/color] [i]Veterinary Office[/i][hr]Interacting with: Magnus, Callie, Quinton, [@Caits] Seraphina, and Zoe [@Vicier][/center][hr][hr]
Leo's wand crackled with intense amounts of energy, fueling a frosty blizzard that poured forth from the magical object, withering trees and upturning roots as the wave of magic blasted through the forest. Leaves shattered and age old oaks burst open as Leo stepped backwards, raising his left hand as an icy mist coalesced around his outward facing palm, forming a magical barrier of ice and energy that would fend off any other creature. A piercing howl filled the air, but the instant it hit the Warlock's ears, an intense feeling of dread overpowered him. He knew that howl. That howl was familiar. He [i]knew that howl.[/i]

Leo's eyes widened as his ward slowly dissipated, revealing the sight white fur stained crimson by his spells. The beautiful snow colored fur of the Alpha was tarnished, speckled with tiny flecks of frozen blood. Icicles protruded from the side of the wolf, disappearing deep into her side. The spell had blasted her backwards, forced her body against the side of an ancient tree trunk.

[color=steelblue]"No..."[/color] Leo stumbled forward, his feet quickly making their way to the side of the fallen Alpha. He knew all too well the power of the spell he had cast, as he had only used it once before. It was a spell saved for the most dire of situations, as it summoned power directly from leylines, solar or lunar energy, and the life force of the caster itself. It had but one purpose: Decimate everything in its path.

[color=steelblue]"Zoë...!"[/color] As best the Warlock could tell, she hadn't taken the full brunt of the spell, but it had certainly done some real damage. If he had fueled the spell himself, it would have been fine, but it wasn't his spell. It was the spell of a far more powerful Witch that had bound the wand's power to herself. A Warlock couldn't hope to come close to casting a spell of that power, even if Leo was on the brink of Witchhood.

Falling by her side, Leo set the wand next to himself on the ground, looking her over as best he could. With the color of her fur camouflaging the icicles and snow, it was difficult to discern exactly where she was injured if she wasn't already bleeding from the wound. [color=steelblue]"Zoë, can you hear me? Zoë, hey, wake up, you with me? Where are you hurt?"[/color]

For the third time in twenty four hours, Leo cast a blood slowing spell, stemming the gushing red liquid by lowering its temperature to an aqueous substance that had more difficulty exiting the body. [color=steelblue]"Zoë!"[/color]