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Do you know how fast, and how long a wolf can run without stopping? A wolf has a running gait of 30-35 mph and can maintain rapid pursuit at 25 mph for at least 20 minutes. ____________________________________________________________________________If you ever come face to face with a dragon in the wild, well - you gotta either ask Tyler Rumancek how to handle it, have lordship over monsters, or pray that you're fast enough on your two legs to get you the fuck out of dodge before it makes you your next meal. Nuri, the dragon that had made it's home in the camp's north woods long before Dany had ever gotten to camp was typically rather friendly with campers, unfortunately for Dany though she'd run into the great beast in her lupine form. The only thing Nuri seemed to see in Dany in her other form was her next meal. So there the daughter of Deimos was, running for her life, being chased by a monster she couldn't defeat, much less have a fighting chance against it. It was terrifying. The feeling of it's hot breath of the beast against her haunches, the sound of the monster's clawed feet pounding into the rich earth as it chased her. She had no weapon, no real way to defend herself and to be completely honest, the thought that today just might be her last had crossed her mind. No matter how many times Dany tried to slip around a grouping of trees to try pulling a fast one on the beast, Nuri was gaining on her. Dany wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not, but she'd swear she could almost point out the damn near triumph in the beast's eyes. The girl took another sharp turn and used a fallen log to launch herself over the stream to head towards the stables. She felt like she'd been running for hours through the woods, low-hanging branches slapping her in her furry face as she did everything she could to escape the monster chasing her. Just when Dany thought she couldn't run any longer, she could just make out Zeus' Fist in the distance. She hadn't realized what kind of distance she'd made once she started running a straight and narrow course to safety. What she also hadn't realized till now, was that the thundering footsteps from the beast chasing her before could no longer be heard. The daughter of Deimos didn't let up on her speed, though, making the last leg of her mad dash south towards the stables where she typically stashed her clothes when she went out on a run. Finally breaking through the clearing, Dany breathed a ragged sigh of relief as she slipped beneath the wooden fence posts, only then slowing a bit as she neared the walls of the stables. The girl let herself in through the opening she'd made for her lupine form at the bottom of the door to Shiok's stall, collapsing into the hay bedding at the gelding's feet with a sharp whine. It wasn't till Dany had stopped moving and the adrenaline of running for her life was starting to wear off that she realized she was hurt. A searing hot pain was radiating from her hip, and the faint metallic scent of blood filled her nose. "Fuck," she thought to herself, teeth bared in pain as she pushed herself upright with her front paws that wouldn't seem to stop trembling, shifting back into her human form. Forcing herself up onto her own two human feet, the daughter of Deimos tucked herself against the walls of the stall where she wouldn't be seen naked and started grabbing items of clothing off of the post where she'd hung them up for herself to begin tenderly pulling them on. She couldn't help but pick up noise from a couple of stalls down. The thought of another camper being in here - gods. Hopefully, she'd be able to slip out without being seen. Gods forbid it would be Killian who caught her in the current state she was in. Tyler's beloved pet might not last the night, let alone make it till the afternoon. .. a ride with his sister, huh..? The thought rolled back and forth in the boy’s mind. And reaching out, Killian hung the lead rope off to the side. Mind clearly elsewhere as he shut the door to the stall behind him, sealing Arete safely away so that the pegasus could rest after having given his wings a good stretch. It wasn’t as though he was against the idea - hell, in truth, he actually very much enjoyed his little sister’s company. Kristina was a breath of fresh air.. Albeit an annoying as fuck breath of fresh air at times; but a breath of fresh air nonetheless. And he had to admit.. it was kind of nice having a sister. Having siblings at all, really. After growing up an only child, with his cousins both living in a different country-.. Yeah.. he was glad he let Ky convince him into moving to camp. . Stooping to snatch his previously discarded top up from the ground as he made to head to the office he shared with Davies; he was instead drawn from his thoughts. The sound of shuffling hay and the dull thud of something falling against the wall of a nearby stall catching his attention. And snapping his head toward the sound, Killian’s oceanic blues narrowed. The horses, especially the ones that were in his care, weren’t in the habit of acting up. Not when he was around anyway. He honestly could care less what mischief they got up to when Greyson was the one having to deal with them. Holding his top down at his side, the son of Ares was light on his feet as he crossed over the stables to the offending stall. Shiok. A frown etched on his strong features, Killian cast a glance over his shoulder at the stall he knew Sombra was currently being housed in. Well then.. it wasn’t that. Out of all their current equines, Sombra and Shiok rarely ever got in a state.. unless they were housed closely together. Then they were just plain terrors. Toddlers that simply wouldn’t give up. Quiet. Brow quirking as, having now drawn near enough to the stall that he got a good understanding of what was going on; Killian silently folded his arms over the top of the door. Making himself comfortable as, with a light tilt of his head and an amused smirk dancing across his lips, he glanced towards the very familiar figure trying to remain hidden, ”.. So.. whatcha doing..?” Dany had gotten both her bottoms on, having taken a bit of time to pull her jeans up over her injured hip, and had just gotten her sports bra on over her chest when she realized there was movement in front of her. Quickly drawing her shirt up to cover her chest, her eyes meeting Killian's in the next moment. That stupid smirk of his. As if her heart wasn't already racing. Gods. The girl's stance relaxed a bit, trying to hide her pain behind a smirk of her own as she flapped her shirt out, tugging it on over her upper body. "Oh you know, I figured I'd get the summer started out right by streaking across Camp, obviously. Give everyone a real good morning show." Bending down to grab her water bottle from the corner of Shiok's stall, she flipped the top up before tilting it back, drinking long and deep. The water immediately took the edge off from her dry mouth. The gelding in the stall with her had made the couple steps to close the gap between them and had gently nudged at the girl's side with a soft nicker, pulling Dany away from her drink as she turned to face the horse she treated as her own. A soft smile crossed her features as she reached up, giving the gelding his weird nose rubs just on the inside of his nostril that he seemed to really like, giggling. "Hey Shy. Sorry if I startled 'ya running in here, buddy. I-" Shiok had pulled away from her hand and immediately leaned in to nudge at her hip, blowing at her with his nose. It took everything in her not to cry at the horse's action, instead masking her pain and discomfort behind a light chuckle, shaking her head as she turned her back to Killian to face the horse. "I don't have any treats right now, bud. I'll bring you a mint later, kay?" The gelding pulled back and shook his mane out, turning his hind to Dany and turning back towards his feed bucket with a snort. The daughter of Deimos smirked, turning back to the boy at the stall door, mirroring his folded arms as she quirked a brow at him. "You uh, you gonna move.. or do I have to use the doggy door..?" She motioned with her head behind her to the slot in the opposite stall door that led out to the arena, biting on her tongue as she stuck it into her cheek, trying to distract from the thought of the hot, searing pain that was radiating in her hip. She didn't want to imagine what the wound looked like down there. She knew it had to be good though because she wasn't exactly a baby when it came to pain tolerance. Dany was pretty good at holding her own when she got hurt. ".. As much as you getting on your hands and knees for me is such a pretty picture, beautiful; I’d love to see you try. Especially when you’re in pain like that." And just like that, Killian’s demeanor shifted. His already sharp cheekbones becoming more defined as he clenched his jaw. And the normal brightness he had playing across his eyes disappeared. Darkening into a color more resembling the deepest depths of the stormy oceans as he stared down at the woman stood in front of him. The only thing separating them, currently, being the door of the stall. Though it wasn’t for much longer as the son of Ares took a single step back. Reaching across to unlatch and open the door for her, but even as he did, his now darkened gaze followed her every move as he let her pass. Closing the stall door behind her. ".. You think I wouldn’t notice..?" Turning towards her once he was sure the door had latched properly in place; Killian let his arms lower to his sides. His hands curled into fists; one balled around his top - it was all he could do, however, as he attempted to keep his cool. Until he was given the explanation, and the name of the one responsible.. she was his priority, ”.. Your movements are stiff. Rigid. You’re favoring one side of your body more than the other. When your damn horse nudged you, you winced. And you reek of iron and rust. I’m a son of Ares, love.. I know the smell of blood better than anyone.” Jaw. Meet floor. Dany’s entire face flushed at the son of Ares' comment about her climbing through the door behind her, though the shyness and hint of a smile only lasted so long before his next sentence fell from his lips. Her entire body began to tense up before he could even get his next few words out, her own jaw clenching as his entire demeanor changed. She could feel it in his aura alone, and though he never gave her any reason to be afraid of him, his sudden change was a bit unnerving, to say the least. With her arms still folded over her chest, Dany gazed back into his darkened eyes as he scolded her. She knew how he was, though, and knew he was only worried about her.. and probably wondering who the culprit was. "H-He was just concerned," she muttered, adding after a moment as she began to turn and walk away from him, "I’m gonna go see Chandler, don’t worry your pretty little head." ".. Gods damn it, Danielle - of course I’m going to fucking worry..!" The door to the stall rattling back and forth on its hinges, stopped from bursting open only thanks to the latch keeping it in place as the back side of his fist slammed against it; Killian’s gaze remained locked on the woman in front of him. The facade cracking. Slightly. And for a moment, fear was evident behind his blue hues, "You’re hurt. Do you get how that makes me-.." Stopping. Jaw clenching once more; the son of Ares let his gaze fall off to the wayside. Looking around at nothing in particular before he closed his eyes completely. And drawing in a deep breath; he held it a spell before, slowly, letting it trickle out through his nose. Hoping it might help, though his voice was still husky. Gravely, though a little strained as he spoke, ".. You might not be mine; but I’m not about to let someone else I care about be taken from me.." Dany stopped dead in her tracks the second her whole first name spilled from his mouth, jumping slightly at the sound of his fist hitting the wall of the stall door. The daughter of Deimos' attention was momentarily torn to Shiok behind the stall wall who half-reared at the racket, ears perked and eyes wide with his full attention drawn away from his feed bucket, now aimed towards the boy on the other end of the door. So many emotions were going through her in those moments of silence that followed after Killian's voice dropped off, both of them standing there - the son of Ares obviously struggling with his words, while Dany's eyes started to well up with tears. Jaw clenching, teeth-gritting, lip curling up ever so slightly- Dany shook her head and huffed softly, swallowing back the venom that threatened to spew if she dared open her mouth. It took every fiber in her being to not do so. Fuck she hated her whole first name. And the pain she was in was only escalating the anger that was rising up within her, but luckily for him, she knew better. It would be so easy to just snap, turn, and take it all out on him. Gods did she want to. Still unable to turn and face him, Dany decided to follow suit and took a deep breath, trying to relieve some of the tension in her frame as she chewed on the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. Really wanting to lay into him, but knowing it wasn't gonna do either of them good. When she finally spoke up, her voice was quiet and calm, though her words seeming strained - clearly struggling to word things "properly", along with the radiating pain that was starting to really get to her. "Well, don't let me hold you up. I'm sure you've got your hands full, what with Greyson not being here, and Tyler not being back yet... I'll leave you to your chores, then." With that, Dany forced herself forward. Putting one foot in front of the other, the seering pain only helping push her further and further towards the infirmary. Away from him. It wasn't till she had taken several painful strides away from the son of Ares that she would start to feel hot tears trailing down her face, having finally spilled over now that her mind was solely focused on the pain. What she wouldn't have given to have either of her cousins there, or even her father, to support her on her way to the infirmary. The yearning for some form of comfort becoming near unbearable, coupled with the extreme pain radiating through her body; Dany clasped a hand over her mouth to stifle a whimper, arm crossing over her middle to cup the elbow of her other arm for support. Tears streamed down the girl's face with nearly every step as she continued to push forward toward her destination, trying to avoid eye contact with the other campers she passed by knowing full well the blood was now starting to show through her clothing. ".. mierda..!" Anger once more bubbling away- simmering to the point of boiling over. The son of Ares found himself turning sharply when, inevitably, it reached its limits. His body pivoting on the spot as, with a frustrated yell, he once more launched his top across the stables. Not so much as bothering to see where the hell it might have landed as he made to follow after the woman who was, he already knew, going to be the fucking death of him. If she thought for one second that he was just going to let her walk away from him-.. Pace picking up; the few short seconds of light jogging enough for him to catch up to her, Killian reached out. His grip on her wrist firm, though he was sure to remain as gentle as he could be in the moment as he rounded to stand in front of her. The sight of tears, however, stopping him dead in his tracks. She was crying.. And the pain she felt aside; that was on him.. A painful squeeze hitting his heart; it was almost instantly that the anger melted away. And stepping up closer, closing the gap between them just that little bit, Killian raised his hand. His touch soft- feather light. Almost as though she would shatter beneath his touch as, gently, he brushed her tears away with the knuckle of his pointer finger. His already husky voice now tinged with pain and regret as he spoke softly to her, ”.. I’m sorry, Pequeña Aulladora..” He wasn’t even going to ask for forgiveness.. What was the point..? He didn’t deserve it. Least of all from her. Knuckle lingering upon her cheek, it was a moment later that the son of war was uncurling his fingers. His rough palm caressing her delicate cheek. Sighing heavily, drawing a step closer; he closed his eyes. Head stooping as he brought his lips to the top of her head. His words muffled as he muttered against her dark waves, ".. the horses can wait; you’re more important.. Come on.. let's get you some help.." The hold he had over her wrist relaxing; his hand turned against hers. Fingers curling slightly against her soft palm. Fuck, he wanted to.. But he couldn’t. Letting out another sigh; Killian pulled away. Chancing a glance down at her before, moving to stand at her side, it was with a single fluid motion that he was hoisting her gently up into his arms. Taking care to avoid her any further pain as he began off. Not so much as giving a shit about what people might think as he began carrying her down the ever-familiar path that led away from the stables, and instead in the direction of the infirmary. |
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𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒_𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑
𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 | 
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