Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Author's notes: Please keep in mind this character is a work in progress, his personality may fluctuate or be inconsistent for a bit while I try to work him out. That is all.
[FC 1] couldn't remember how long he/she had run now, it felt like ages and he/she could feel their body beginning to tire. But he/she couldn't stop now, they had been so close to finding their missing friend, [FC2], but they had put their trust in the wrong guide and now [FC1] was running for his/her life from a horde of angry and heavily armed people...that is, until they stepped on something and heard a metallic click. The searing pain from the bear trap clamping down on [FC1]'s leg forced an agonized scream, crashing to the ground and clutching the broken and bleeding leg, his/her mind too fuzzy to even try to pry the metal contraption off.
As [FC1] continued to lay there, writhing in agony, he/she felt a heavy blow to the head, saw stars and then blacked out. It was several hours before [FC1] would come around; the smell was the first thing he/she noticed. It smelled damp...cold and strangely bloody. [FC1] groaned and began sitting up, stopping when that horrible searing pain shot through his/her leg, forcing a small cry from his/her lip.
"Don't move, you'll make it worse." an unfamiliar voice said. [FC1] quickly opened his/her eyes and peered into the darkness.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" [FC1] was surprised at how feeble and pained their own voice sounded compared to the deep and rough male voice they had just heard. There was a long pause, followed by a near silent shuffling of feet until a male maned wolf appeared through the dim light.
The man crouched down in front of [FC1], piercing blue eyes staring unblinking back into theirs. It was intimidating, whether he meant for it to be or not, to be stared at so seriously; [FC1] wasn't sure if they should take it as a challenge and stare back or look away. This man seemed so....feral, almost. That was crazy thinking though, [FC1] thought, pushing the strange notion deep down. "Who are you? Did you capture me?" [FC1] said, trying to make their voice sound tougher.
The maned wolf raised a brow, ears twitching in what could be annoyance. "No, I didn't capture you. You were taken by an underground ring of people, probably the same ones who took this [FC2] you kept muttering about in your sleep." His voice did betray a twinge of annoyance at that last part.
[FC1] frowned, picking up on the annoyance, forcing his/herself to sit up despite the pain. To his/her surprise the man didn't try to stop him/her even though he had said not to move before. He simply leaned back and watched with that piercing gaze. "Look, whoever-you-are, I'm not 100% in love with your attitude but you're the one with two working legs. You can be annoyed after we're outta here, with [FC2]."
The man's ears twitched again, eyes narrowing slightly as he stood over [FC1], seeming to contemplate something, nodding to himself. "Kalan, my name's Kalan."
Kalan (c) Aurea Faix
FC 1&2 belong to YOU
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Jenna: Just call me Jenna. *winces a bit as she shifts her leg, assessing the pain before carefully pushing herself to her feet, putting most of her weight on her uninjured leg* Do you know anything else about these people or have you already told me all you know?