• ELETTRA FIRST PLEASE. If any of you feel like you need to be here.
  
  idunno why i don't feel like having this on WR territory. Probably because I don't have a thread yet in Whisper Marsh and I feel like Kiche wouldn't want to feel like he was leading Slimtail/Sly right back to WR. DON"T QUESTION MEEEE~~~ -flails-

It was hours before he stopped running.

Horrible images raced through his head, spurring him onward, faster and faster. There was no way to forget the terrible things he had seen, the blood, the foam, those two terrible wolves who reeked of foreignness. Those devil wolves. The words pounded in his head and became the cadence of his racing footfalls. Devil wolves, devil wolves, devil wolves.

He had to tell someone. Elettra.

Never before had the distance between the meadow and the ridge seemed so great. Too great. The lumbering red giant's feet could not carry him fast enough, though his body worked tirelessly. Confusion and fear had forced him to take a detour, however, because what if they were watching, what if there was more? No where was safe. He longed to hide amongst trees and cower behind roots like he had as a child... but no, he found that he could not go into the forest. If he could hide behind the trees so could they. And so he bounded without fear into the frozen marsh, his weight breaking the ice underneath his paws. The ice was like cold glass, and soon his feet came away bloody. Anxiety began to reach a climax in the saint when he noticed he was leaving a bloody trail for them. No. No. What could he do?

Anxiously he made towards the trees and attempted to clot the bleeding with dampened leaves and snowy moss. It was useless. There was no way he was going to attempt heading back to the willows now. Not if he was going to put them all in danger. Panicking, no longer sure of what to do, his muzzle flashed towards the sky and a taught scream left his throat as he cried for his Lady @Elettra, his savior... his savior who would need to be saved. They would all need to be saved if he was right.

His song died away and eerie silence reclaimed the world once again. It was unbearable. He longed to break the silence once more, to speak, to hear the sound of something, but he found he could not even open his mouth. He feared what noises his voice might obscure. If they were coming, if anyone was coming he needed to know. And so he waited, not knowing who would arrive first —heaven or hell, deliverance or damnation— and knowing he would not be able to tell by the sound of the footfalls. Evil wore clever disguises, he had learned this many times over since he had chosen to give up the dream of returning to his human life. It was not enough to listen to their voice or look into their eyes. No, if evil was coming then he wouldn't know until it was too late. He swallowed nervously.

A small eternity passed before he finally heard the sound of snow crunching under paws. Quickly he twisted his neck around to see who had been the one to answer his call. His heart leaped with joy to see the shadowy goddess racing towards him... She was coming on fast, though, and he felt his heart lurch with fear and desire at the thought of her colliding with him. But suddenly she reared up, and the strange feeling in him passed with a twinge of disappointment.

Had it been some other time he might have laughed at her joke had he not been so utterly surprised to hear it. This side of Elettra had never been visible to him. For Kiche there had only ever been snarls and judgement... Confused, he blinked his eyes several times before he suddenly remembered where he was and what he had been doing. "Not heathens, Lady, devils." The panic began to return to him suddenly and he was gasping for air as the memories his him with full force again.

"They got Kanosak..."

For the first time in forever, Kiche sought her face for comfort as he breathed raggedly. He avoided her eyes, though.... he would never dare meet her eyes. For the rest of his life he would be happy to never know what there color was. Instead, his eyes hungrily roved her muzzle and across her cheek before they dropped back to her paws, her paws with which he was so much more familiar. More comfort came to him through her paws than from her face.

She flew into a rage in an instant. A more normal wolf might have cringed involuntarily at the flashing teeth and the snarl, but the red wolf's flinching movement was more thoughtful, reflexive. It was as if he wished to please her with this small show of fear, as if to soothe her before he ripped her open with this unbearable tragedy. In this small way, Kiche cared deeply for his Goddess, and he longed for her because of her rage rather than in spite of it.

At her command he spilled the story from his heart, "Devils, my lady, they came after Kanosak in the meadow." All the while he stared at her beautiful, greying paws, muddied with melted snow. But this was not a full explanation, and though he was afraid to give words, to make real the hideous images that lived in his head, he knew he must. "I.... I wanted to help him, to save him... but I saw those terrible jaws that were foaming with spittle... and I couldn't move. I couldn't. There was something deadly wrong with that wolf and... " He shuddered to think of the frothy saliva that had flown as the rat-tailed monster swung his head this way and that. " There was another heath— w-w-wolf speaking to him... goading him on. I think... I think they were from some other p-p-pack." He wasn't sure what was scarier, the foaming wolf or the thought that there might be more. "And. The foaming monster...he bit Kanosak.... and. and Kanosak managed to get away... but. They ran off after him. But Elettra I was afraid to go and find him... I don't know why. I'm afraid of him." A bite shouldn't have seemed so bad, but something about it had seemed very abnormal to him.

"Something tells me he is lost."