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Rink raised an eyebrow at the horse. "Alright then." The panther's eyes never left the horse, the rubies glinting. Rink's eyes glowed and both he and the anther rose into the air, coming to restlevel with Ryne and the horse. The panther hissed and crouched, its body lithe and flowing in its movements, its fang silver and lethal.

Rink grinned and snapped his finger. The panther snarled and zig-zagged toward Ryne, moving in the air quicker than it did on ground, making it a streak of black followed by a dark mist. It charged at them but disappeared in mid-stride, only to reappear above them snatching at one of the horse's wings before dropping below them and to the side. Bloody feathers stuck to its claws.

The panther cried in pain, shoulder oozing a redish black substance. The gem in the middle of its forehead dimmed, then its eyes began to fade as the dark energy poured out of it. However, before it sunk back into the Earth from whence it had come, it lashed out and bit the horse in the foreleg, only hard enough to peirce the skin. But the panther's fangs were tipped with a mixture of venoumous liquids, and as the cat disappeared into the underground, the poisons began to take their effect.

Rink's eyes widened, and his eyes glowed. The wind became firm underneath Ryne and her horse, and they eventually slowed to a stop. Rink went over to them. "You okay?" he asked in concern.

Rink looked at Ryne, seeing her sadness. He shook his head, then moved over next to the horse. "Don't worry, I always come prepared." He took out a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid. "It's called Hope's Elixir . A potion made from the nectar of a special white lily found only on the tallest of mountains where breathing is impossible because of the altitude," he said, pouring the contents of the vial onto the horse's wound before continuing," and the blood of a unicorn foal, willingly given. It's only made affective once it's been mixed with the healing water from the golden angel's river, Hope and Faith, and the breath of a rare newborn mystic fox only found deep in the artic caves." He looked at the empty vial, thinking of how long it had taken him to collect the igredients. He then looked over at the winged horse, then at Ryne. "It should take effect shortly."

Rink grinned, his smile warm. "Don't worry about it. No one should be separated from the ones they love, at least not like that." Something dark and wounded flickered in his eyes as the memories of his father's mangled body, along with his mother and younger sisters came back to him. Grief and pain flashed in his eyes, before being surpressed and forced back to hide beneath his charming grin.

Rink laughed too, the memories already swept away. He reached up and stroked the horse, shaking his hair out of his eyes. He then looked down and noticed that they were still floating in mid air. "Oh right." His eyes glinted and they lowered to the ground slowly.

Rink gave her a charming grin. "He'll be fine. being down there again will heal him enough. Course you know i'm surprised he did that much damage. He's usually a helpless little thing." He snapped his fingers and a small panther cub appeared by his side, the same one from before but in its natural form. It mewed, looking up at Ryne with playful eyes.