Miraculously, the only injury the fox currently sported was the thorn stuck in his back - at least, outwardly. He raised his head, seeking to brush his cheek against Amalia's as the despair of what he had become washed over him, but he pulled back as he saw the blackness of his own muzzle, the tar that filled him overrunning the small container of his vulpine body.
He protested faintly as he was scooped up: Amalia, don't! You can't... we don't know what our blood will do to you! But he was too weak and trembling with shock to fight back as he was carried across the snow. He reached out to Kiada as he was set beside her, his heart breaking for her as much as for himself and the loved ones around them, but at least they had nothing to fear from each other.
They were both too far gone already.
He nuzzled against her and curled guiltily into the snow leopard's warmth, hating to see her fur streaked with his black fluids but seeking to reassure her as best he could while the thorn prickled and cut into his back. I love you too, Ama, he promised back, his voice holding a trembling edge of panic and shame as he shivered against the sister he had only recently found. I don't... I don't remember things well... The one small blessing in the midst of the nightmare. But... but you can't hesitate. If... when I lose myself again, you can't trust anything that I say or do. Don't let me close, dear one, even if it means caging me. He begged openly, speaking to Amalia but looking to Remi with beseeching black eyes in his fox's sharp face. The alchemist, he hoped, would be able to do so, even if Amalia shied away from imprisoning those who wereonce her friends and family.
He protested faintly as he was scooped up: Amalia, don't! You can't... we don't know what our blood will do to you! But he was too weak and trembling with shock to fight back as he was carried across the snow. He reached out to Kiada as he was set beside her, his heart breaking for her as much as for himself and the loved ones around them, but at least they had nothing to fear from each other.
They were both too far gone already.
He nuzzled against her and curled guiltily into the snow leopard's warmth, hating to see her fur streaked with his black fluids but seeking to reassure her as best he could while the thorn prickled and cut into his back. I love you too, Ama, he promised back, his voice holding a trembling edge of panic and shame as he shivered against the sister he had only recently found. I don't... I don't remember things well... The one small blessing in the midst of the nightmare. But... but you can't hesitate. If... when I lose myself again, you can't trust anything that I say or do. Don't let me close, dear one, even if it means caging me. He begged openly, speaking to Amalia but looking to Remi with beseeching black eyes in his fox's sharp face. The alchemist, he hoped, would be able to do so, even if Amalia shied away from imprisoning those who were
