Sah
Sah had mentally prepared for just about anything. Not this. Never this. The Wild Thunder lets out a choked sound and rushes forward to cradle his son. He almost doesn't believe his eyes. He'd just seen Luka a few hours ago and had assumed that his son was in bed like he usually was at this time. But no. Lilly's mental cry that one of the twins was missing confirms it. Somehow, someway, in the span of a scarce few hours, Dahlia had taken his son and mutilated him.
"Gods, Luka. Pup, I'm here." The hybrid wastes no time in activating his healing magic, letting its warmth soak into his injured child. Bruises mend as flesh is knitted back together. The words are destroyed but they are forever engrained in his mind's eye. Grief and guilt at failing his child tighten his throat. But as the injuries begin to fade, an equal rage rises up. It's burning and all-consuming, and Sah has never lusted for someone's blood like this before. It almost scares him.
When tomorrow comes, he'll have an internal war. Righteous anger and pride making him desire instant revenge and a sharp response to this horrific act. Respect, she wants? Well, she's shredded what meager bit Sah had had with this horrific act. It's almost laughable really, in a distant kind of way. Sah had stolen a fucking bird and had told her that he didn't have the authority to return it. After speaking with his fellow Halovians and finding a workaround for diplomacy, the bird had been returned, and an apology had been made. But this? This was her response? In a horrible, twisted way, it was akin to a toddler throwing a tantrum. But all of these thoughts that would happen tomorrow.
Right now, the only thing on Sah's mind is his son. He pulls Luka close once he's certain it won't cause further damage, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead, "I'm here. You're safe." He is. Sah will ensure it.
"Gods, Luka. Pup, I'm here." The hybrid wastes no time in activating his healing magic, letting its warmth soak into his injured child. Bruises mend as flesh is knitted back together. The words are destroyed but they are forever engrained in his mind's eye. Grief and guilt at failing his child tighten his throat. But as the injuries begin to fade, an equal rage rises up. It's burning and all-consuming, and Sah has never lusted for someone's blood like this before. It almost scares him.
When tomorrow comes, he'll have an internal war. Righteous anger and pride making him desire instant revenge and a sharp response to this horrific act. Respect, she wants? Well, she's shredded what meager bit Sah had had with this horrific act. It's almost laughable really, in a distant kind of way. Sah had stolen a fucking bird and had told her that he didn't have the authority to return it. After speaking with his fellow Halovians and finding a workaround for diplomacy, the bird had been returned, and an apology had been made. But this? This was her response? In a horrible, twisted way, it was akin to a toddler throwing a tantrum. But all of these thoughts that would happen tomorrow.
Right now, the only thing on Sah's mind is his son. He pulls Luka close once he's certain it won't cause further damage, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead, "I'm here. You're safe." He is. Sah will ensure it.
I think therefore I am,
But what if all I do is bleed?
But what if all I do is bleed?
