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[m] Haven't felt this way since I asked you to go steady - Panacea - November 25, 2024
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His days were mild, uneventful save the featherlight spiraling of early snow each morning and the constant murmuring of the wilds around him. On occasion he picked up the scents of other predators in the wind, wolves and wild cats and those last few bears still roaming in search of safe dens. Panacea avoided them faithfully. He stayed the course, carving his steady descent from the mountains with a measured torpor. It would do no one any good if he tumbled down a mountain and cracked his skull.
For all his caution, however, it did not occur to Panacea that someone might be tracking him. Not until it was far too late.
He'd stopped to admire the falls; of course he had. They were pretty, and Panacea often felt he didn't see enough pretty things in his life. There was a common sort of beauty to the copses and the hillocks, of course; the ferns and the ponds, the little birds in the spring and the dragonflies in the summer. It'd never been quite enough, though. So he wandered. He looked for the breathtaking beauties, the sights he would never forget.
A thief's life didn't bring these things to mind, but it'd given him that and more. Even so, it'd been a long time since he'd thought back to that chapter of his life. He didn't want to, not after its cruel and abrupt end.
"Phoenix."
That single word hissed at his back was enough to fling him fully into the past. All the gilded fur along his spine stood at once. Panacea froze; he was fast, but not faster than a thief still at work. He'd grown soft. He'd wanted to be soft.
Fuck off already!In a fury he whipped around and lunged — and yes, he'd recognized that voice. Panacea only had a second to see the face behind it, but the image stayed with him. Even as his teeth met fur and then skin; even as the air erupted into fury and snarling cries. Yes, he knew this man. He knew what he wanted, even after all this time.
The answer was still the same: Panacea would sooner die.
RE: [m] Haven't felt this way since I asked you to go steady - RIP Tariq - November 25, 2024
Tariq had been roaming the mountain's edge, his heavy frame moving with surprising silence. He wasn’t looking for trouble, but trouble had a way of finding him.
The faint sounds of snarls and scuffling reached his ears, cutting through the steady hum of the falls ahead. His ruby-red eyes narrowed as his steps quickened, the distant scent of blood and fear now unmistakable.
And when he arrived, it was chaos.
Two figures tangled in a violent blur of fur and teeth, the smaller of the two struggling to hold his ground against the larger attacker. Tariq’s gaze locked on Panacea—the desperate fire in his movements, the refusal to back down despite being outmatched. The wolf was fighting like a cornered animal.
Tariq stepped forward without hesitation, towering frame crashing through the brush from the treeline, his deep growl rolling across the lakeside like a low thunder. “That’s enough,” he spit, his voice rough and commanding. It wasn’t a request.
The larger wolf froze for a moment, glancing over his shoulder to meet Tariq’s piercing gaze. His hesitation was enough. Tariq surged forward, his massive form barreling into the stranger with an impact that sent them both skidding across the icy ground. The attacker yelped as Tariq’s teeth sank into his shoulder, a warning more than a killing blow.
RE: [m] Haven't felt this way since I asked you to go steady - Panacea - November 25, 2024
Thieves were cowards, in the end. That was why Panacea had made such a good one. Adrenaline kept him agile, kept him alert, but he felt the blood warm-but-cooling in his fur; he felt the mix of dread and relief when the air was shattered by the dead-blow hammer of an unfamiliar voice. He broke away, stumbled back.
There was an opportunity here. A chance to flee, integrity be damned. What was integrity in the face of survival? Panacea cursed, spat blood, and darted back into chaos —
but thieves were cowards, in the end. Already wounded and now outmatched, Eagle broke away from the dark stranger with a snarl and fled. Or maybe he didn't go by Eagle anymore. Panacea didn't pause to wonder. He trailed a few yards in faux pursuit, then turned to face whatever busybody pure-of-heart saint the heavens had sent down to help him.
Tall. Red eyes. Scary but maybe kind of hot. These were the observations Panacea managed before he realized just how badly he was bleeding. He half-fell into a sit, looking down at himself for a moment. His chest was torn.
Shit,Not very polite, perhaps. Panacea looked back up, losing his thoughts to fog as the adrenaline faded more fully.
I mean - uh - thanks? Yeah. Thank you.
Fuuuuck.
RE: [m] Haven't felt this way since I asked you to go steady - RIP Tariq - November 25, 2024
The red of his eyes gleamed like embers as they fixed on the smaller wolf, the tension in his broad shoulders slowly easing as the attacker retreated into the wilds. He didn’t pursue. He’d seen enough cowards to know when one wouldn’t be coming back.
His gaze flicked to the bloodied figure left behind. Panacea’s feigned pursuit had been half-hearted at best, but Tariq hadn’t expected much more from a wolf bleeding that badly. Now, the young one was slumped there, half-tangled in his own limbs, muttering something that sounded like gratitude. Or maybe an attempt at humor.
Tariq tilted his head slightly, his heavy brows furrowing. "You’re welcome, I suppose," he rumbled, his voice carrying the faint lilt of his accent. "Joder, te ves mal."
He moved closer, each step deliberate but nonthreatening, his bulk casting a shadow over the smaller wolf. Up close, Tariq could see the extent of the wounds—a jagged mess across Panacea’s chest. His nose twitched as he crouched down, examining the injury with the clinical detachment of someone used to seeing worse. His ears twitched as he spoke again, voice quieter now but no less firm.
"Lie down. Let me see it." He didn't seem like a man who'd take no for an answer. If Panacea didn't like that idea, he'd just have to make him like it.