[[Could just be busy with real life. It has a way of forcing you to take breaks from other things. Guess I put my post off for long enough.]]
Pain...It was basically all that was a focus as the dark wolf came back to the forest that had served as home. He had looked like hell leaving, but somehow he actually looked even worse for wear. More wounds, more blood forcing him to appear as if he was drenched. The many new wounds included that would hold particular interest to an onlooker. Two knives, one driven into the upper left foreleg and another driven in the torso underneath the shoulders. Throw in the numerous cuts and the black wolf looked like he had fought a war. Every waking moment was full of pain, but somehow he was still alive and he would fight to remain that way.
What would pass through the mind of someone who was standing at the door of death? For him, it was nothing. Well, perhaps calling it nothing was a stretch, but it was far less than one would expect. He wasn't sending Kisa telepathic messages to tell her he was alright. It wasn't because he didn't care, no she knew him well enough to know that he would send her thoughts in a heartbeat. He just couldn't send her the assurance that she would seek, couldn't even come close to getting his mind to connect that complex thought together.
In truth, he didn't even know why he had came back to the forest or why he had carried the young pup with him. He had just felt a voice telling him that he should... a desire to gather things that seemed familiar to him. The small pup, whose gray fur was now covered in a few red streaks from his brother, had carried a scent akin to his. More than that though was that small voice basically demanding that he take him along. As for his current location, it too carried the scent of familiarity. Of course, in his current state his mind refused to register that he had went to the site he had buried Lance's parents including his own mother. Things like that were beyond him or rather beyond anything, but the feeling that he had to go somewhere safe and this seemed to be just that.
It was easy to see that Gareth was not quite himself. Certain levels of pain and anger was bound to cause some influence in him. Now, that would cause one to question why Lance didn't heal his brother and see if easing that pain would cause him to reconnect with the world again. If one could see through some of the blood and fur then they could spot a small little hole from a needle. It was left from a tranquilizer although one could probably imagine that it had been used to try and trick the over-protective brother. The story the two of them could probably tell if they had the means.
Regardless of the lack of story behind all of this, the fact remained that Gareth had made his way back. The currently three legged wolf (left foreleg is currently impaled and held up) slowly placed the small pup against the soft still freshly dug earth before lying down himself curling around him in his traditional guardian style. Even that simple act though sent wave after wave of agony as wounds were stressed by his own movements. A howl of pain was only natural before finally he allowed his head to rest against his forepaws. A light rest was in order, more or less a demand from his body as it protested against further movements. He felt safe, felt that his small companion was safe, and that allowed him to close his eyes. Didn't mean though he would just allow someone to rush to them without taking some action.
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It has been noted that Lance was out of it. The tranquilizer had taken full hold of the young pup forcing him into sleep. It had been this that had been used to force his brother into action, but no one besides those involved could ever know such a thing. No, all that could be told was that the normally joyful pup was in an extremely deep slumber. However, no matter how deep his slumber he had to be at least somewhat aware of the things going on around him.
He knew to an extent that his brother was hurt. Could feel the stickiness of Gareth's blood soaked fur and the warmth as he curled around him for his own rest. He would heal him if he could find a way to focus himself in this world of darkness, but alas that was something the young pup just couldn't do. All of this could be said to be his fault or rather somewhat his fault... He had been the one who had the nightmares and decided to wander off, he was the one Gareth and Silver had searched for, and ultimately he was the one who had been kidnapped forcing Gareth to go for a rescue. Thankfully, he didn't have the mental capacity to understand all of that at this time. Didn't mean he didn't feel at least somewhat guilty in his mind.
Voices swirled in the young pup's mind, but at this point none made much sense to him. His spiritual friends were trying to find a way to awaken him, but the sedative was still in effect limiting how much responsiveness he could actually muster up. So for now, he could only have the voices telling him to awaken as he laid sleeping unable to even warn people that Gareth wasn't exactly Gareth at this point in time.
[[Cut off a bit, but there we go.]]
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