Sun Mote Copse Sword of Damocles

when arcturus heard wraen’s scream, he did not stop to think. he was lucky he had been so close to the rendezvous, and as he charged through the summery wisps of green foliage, he barely had time to even grasp the full magnitude of the scene before him.

he could hear the furious swarm as it rose in a black cloud over wraen. her form was hunched and a sour smell trickled through the air — none of which Arcturus cared about as he dove into the buzzing cloud of hissing insects.

he shook his head as first his ears were stung, and then his nose, and neck and face. he strove to seize wraen by the back of her neck — the first and last unprompted attempt at contact he would likely ever make — and while every nerve of his was on fire under the assailants, arcturus would do all he could to drag her out from under the wrathful hive, and somewhere safe.