[PRP] Little alligator. (Multiple)

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The night was young and the stars were pale in comparison to the full moon. Looking upward for a second Isolean smelled the cool breeze looking for someone to entertain her.
Smelling nothing she wandered along until she reached the river that ran through the outskirts of her dominion. The gentle lapping of the water against rocks reminded her of her thirst she bent and took a long drink. It was cool and soothing but this was A thirst no water could quench.
Her eyes darted about and eventually settled on an unusual shape. It was green and scaly. She reared back onto her hind legs, fearing it was perhaps an alligator trying to get the drop on her.
After a moment or two the shape made no movement, taking a closer look she found it was a Kirin stallion. Most of his body was submerged, but his head rested on a floating log. She wadded into the dark water and held an ear to his lips. He was breathing, but completely unconscious. Doing her best to get him to shore she examined him, he had a pretty bad concussion and a few deep slashes across his chest and back. No telling how much blood he had lost. Things did not look good. Time was of the essence.
"Reginald!" She called and laid down in the mud beside the stranger using her body to keep him warm. "Hang in there little alligator." She whispered sweetly.

Reginald was busily getting some breakfast by the light of the moon as he scouted targets for his lady. So far his mission was incomplete but his stomach was full. Hearing her her call in the distance he noted the sound of distress and flew as fast as his wings could carry him.
He reached her out of breath some moments later.
"What on earth?" He gasped.
"I'm not sure what happened. Quickly go wake the twins I'll need their help." Isolean replied the urgency in her voice undeniable. Reginald nodded and was off like a shot. This was going to be an unusual night indeed.  

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Back at the cave the twins slept side by side. The easy rise and fall of their chests indicating a much needed deep sleep.
However their peace was soon to be interrupted. Reginald came barreling in and landed on or rather crashed into Eamon.
He awoke with a start wings flared and sharp teeth flashed in the pitch black, by now Avellino was awake and alert as well just less angry about it.
"Steady on!" Reginald shouted. "The Misstress has called for assistance she's waiting by the river."
The moment the words "the Misstress" left the familiars lips Avellino was off like a shot for the cave entrance. leaping into the air wings spread for take off the second he saw the clear sky. Eamon who had the sense to wait listened to the situation and grabbed a large bear hide. Slinging across his back before he followed close behind his brother. With Reginald clinging for dear life to his mane.
Their powerful wings brought them to their lady as quickly as possible. They gave respectful bows in unison, then rushed over. Eamon nuzzled her gently to see if she was alright. A bit of mud streaked his pale purple cheek.
"Lipstick mistress? I thought you beyond such things." He whispered with a smile.
"Was that a joke Eamon? Seems I'll have to start believing in miracles." Isolean said with a crooked smile. Looking around him to his brother. "Avellino whats the matter?" Avelino paused at the sight of the stallion. His pitch black eyes narrowed for a moment. Jealously spread over him like a wave of lava.
To his brother Isolean might have been a queen, but to Avellino she was a goddess. To see her huddled in the mud beside some wounded lesser beast made him irrationally angry. These were not the actions of his terrifying goddess of the night, but rather some mortal being. The sight made his heart ache and shook the foundation of his faith. In his mind she could have weakness, but her compassion and adoration were for him and his brother alone. Despite his swelling rage he could not disobey her. So instead he focused on knowing The sooner this . . . Lesser was away from her the sooner he could forget seeing this.
"It's nothing mistress. What seems to be the trouble." He said with a shake of his head.
 

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"Oh well I decided alligator would be an interesting treat." Giving a little laugh she conginued "We need to get him back to the cave I cannot help him here. He's in pretty rough shape." She said getting up. Her legs and long mane caked with mud. She cringed with displeasure.
Eamon quirked and eyebrow "I didn't have you pegged as one for charity work." He said skeptically.
"Well you would still be right. We can continue this later we don't have time right now. Put him on the blanket fur side up and drag him back. I'll meet you there as soon as I can." Isolean said turning toward the forest.
Her thirst which had been forgotten until now caused her to wobble slightly. She needed to eat and soon.
"Reginald. I hope your search was fruitful earlier?" She cooed gently through gritted teeth.


Reginald popped out of Eamon's mane and flitted about frantically.
"Not really." He admitted a little sheepishly but noticed her frown and quickly added "but it's about to be!"
Then was off once more into the darkness.
There was no time for messing around. When the mistress was hungry she was not exactly polite about it.