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toothclxw:

Gideon followed after Peter quickly, his body hurting more and more the closer they got to home. He tried not to show it but the act was wearing thin. He was limping by the time they got back to the house and as soon as they reached the villia, Gideon’s fur withered. His paws became feet and hands and soon enough he was a man again. His hands gripped his side as he watched Peter run off towards a peach tree. He walked towards the tree and slumped down against it. Pushing one hand into Peter’s fur, Gideon closed his eyes. “I am sorry.” he puffed. “I didn’t want to see you get hurt. I’ve seen a lot of people get hurt and I just couldn’t-” He paused and looked at Peter. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I am sorry I yelled at you.” Gideon leaned his head back against the tree and stroked Peter’s fur, scratched behind his ear. His other hand still holding his side. His eyes set on the door as he waited for Alistair to come home. 

Peter watched as Gideon came over to join him, clearly finding it difficult to walk. He wanted to tell the other wolf that he should go and get himself patched up, that he should be resting because he was in bad shape, but he also figured Gideon wasn’t going to listen to him, no one seemed to listen to Peter much, he was young, stupid, he didn’t know enough for his thoughts to carry weight yet. When he felt the fingers run through his fur, Peter debated about being stubborn, acting like a kid and pulling away, but he didn’t. He listened as Gideon apologised for yelling at him. Peter understood that the elder was looking out for him. “I’m useless. I can’t do anything, can’t protect you or Alistair or even myself.” He huffed, whining slightly before tucking his muzzle under his paws. Peter’s ears twitched when he heard the sound of someone approaching the orchard and he stood, giving a soft growl in case it was a goblin before his scent detected Alistair. 

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Alistair tugged Samuel through the trees, stumbling out of a bush with one hand clamped to his side. He heard the conversation between his two wolves loud and clear and it pained him to hear the broken spirit Peter seemed to possess in the moment. He appeared and stared at the wolf that growled at him, tilting his head to the side before glancing towards Samuel, “Go inside, clean yourself up, I’ll be there soon.”

The kitsune didn’t wait for a response, instead closed the distance between himself and his pets, lowering to a knee the moment he got close to Peter, “You are not useless,” He assured, before lifting his brows when he noticed Gideon’s stance, he eyed him over and growled under his breath, “What happened? Are you hurt? Show me.” Alistair slowly rose, “I’m sorry I left the two of you, I wouldn’t have done so unless it was completely necessary, you know that, right? Are you both okay?”

deadmxn-wxlking.

Months? He’d been gone for… months? More then half a year was just gone from his life. Sam had been really sick. Sicker than he’d ever heard of a person being but he didn’t realize he’d been gone so long. While he was happy to be back now he couldn’t help but wonder what had gone on in those seven months that he’d been out of it after dying. Or-well-not dying. He hated to think that Alistair thought he was dead for so long. What the hell had that Wizard been doing to him all this time? And why didn’t he just tell Alistair that he was alive instead of dumping him ehre? Sam ‘s fingers tightened on Ali’s shirt and he was about to speak when the arrow came.

He moved easily and watched with wide eyed horror as Alistair was hit. “Oh my god, Ali.” Sam jumped forwards and pushed his hands against Alistair’s side. He looked up at the Kitsune as he spoke. “Stop! You jsut got hit by an arrow! Alistair.” Samuel hissed. He ducked under one of Alistair’s arms and pulled him up on his good side. “Come on, you walk with me. Lean on me.” He insisted as they started out of the battle field. Yes, Sam did remember how to get back to Alistair’s villa from here. That was something that he would never forget. “There’s no point in safety if I get to it alone.” Sam hauled Alistair with him trying to take as much weight of the Kitsune as he could. 

Alistair was aware this would all be too much for Sammy to handle, that his mind would struggle to comprehend how this could all be happening and while he was overjoyed to have the boy in his arms again, breathing and healthy, it seemed, he was furious that this had been kept from him, that Samuel had woken up here, afraid and alone instead of with him. Alistiar pushed it aside, he’d deal with it another time, another day, right now, their safety was the most important and he wanted to ensure that Gideon and Peter were safe too, he couldn’t do that from where they stood.

“Hush,” He responded, fighting against Samuel’s struggles and flinched as he forced himself into a supportive position, fighting the urge to display the true nature of his pain. “Sam--” Alistair tried to object, but chose not to, moving along, maneuvering out of the way of arrows, falling pets and elites, and goblins. They managed to, somehow, get by without any further damage, stumbling into the gardens of Alistair’s villa, “Stop, pull this out.”

deadmxn-wxlking.

The way that Alistair looked at him was damn near heart breaking. He looked like he was sure Sam wasn’t real. As if he’d seen him before. Sam didn’t blame him. They’d spent every waking moment together for seven years. There bond was a twisted mess of friendship and lovers. Being without Alistair was like being without a leg. He’d manage but not well. His heart kicked up in his chest as he felt Alistair hug him back. 

So he had done something to Samuel to try and keep him a live. It had worked too. That must have been the witch that he could remember chanting last time he was awake. He couldn’t remember much else about final moments but he knew he had something wrong with his lungs and htey must have just taken a very long time to heal. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how I got here.” He pulled back just enough to look Alistair. Make sure he was real. “What happened? How long was I out for?” Sam asked before realizing this was not the best play to catch up.

His hands brushed through his hair, tugging on the locks slightly, involuntarily, as if to reassure himself of how real this moment was. His features buried into his neck, torn between wanting to breathe in that familiar scent and keep his eyes locked on the familiarity of Samuel’s own. “It’s okay, it’s alright, you’re with me now, you’re safe...” Alistair cupped his face again and bowed their foreheads together, “You’re home... It’s been... months, six... Seven... I don’t know, too long.” 

He pulled on Sam’s hand when an arrow flew out of nowhere, moving the boy in time, but not himself. The arrow penetrated his side and Alistair flinched, growling loudly, electricity sparking from the tips of his fingers, glowing all around him. He’d done well so far, the distraction evidently hadn’t helped. “Come on, I need to get you to safety... We have a lot to talk about, but let me get you safe first, okay, come on.”

deadmxn-wxlking.

Watching someone slip past him and then take the Goblin down, Sam turned to look. His eyes widening just as much as Alistairs did when they finally turned to each other. It felt like a life time since the last time he lay eyes on Alistair. He got a flash then, of looking up at Alistair, wheezing for breath, begging him to just let it end. He’d been in so much pain and Alistair had been there through it all. After seven years, Alistair hadn’t given up on him and Samuel couldn’t believe he was looking at the Kitsune once more. This seemed like a dream come true. Maybe he really was dead? Maybe Alistair was too? Whatever, did it really matter what plan they found themselves in now? No. They’d found one another. 

“Alistair.” Samuel breathed his name right back. He looked a little frayed around the edges but otherwise good. Healthy at the very least. “I don’t know.” He stepped forwards and, forgetting about the battle, wrapped his arms around the others shoulders. “I don’t know. I just woke up here. I have no idea how.” Sam admitted as his fingers ripped the back o Alistair’s shirt tightly. They been through so much together. The good and the bad. They’d always tackled it together and Sam’s heart could barely take being close to Alistair again. He’d missed him. Where ever he had been, whatever had been done to him, Sam had missed Alistair so much.

For a second, Alistair thought it was a cruel trick of the mind. He stared at the other in disbelief until the other said his name. Then everything became so real. He hadn’t realised that his mind had somehow blocked out the chaos around them, focusing purely on the human until the moment his voice penetrated that silence, bringing everything to life once again. 

He let out a small sigh and collapsed into the embrace he was given, Ali breathed him in, burying his face in the other’s neck, almost afraid to let go of him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I didn’t think it worked but -- it worked, you’re fine. I can’t believe you’re here, I can’t believe you’re okay.” He held the boy’s face, staring into the warmth of his darkened hues, “I thought I’d lost you.”

scvrlxtwolf.

Peter made sure to stick as close to Alistair as possible, never parting from him, his hand tight in the others. When the fox stopped and stiffened, Peter looked up, for a moment concerned over what had caused Alistair to pause, if perhaps something bad had happened to Gideon or if something bad was about to happen to them. “He’s close, just beyond those trees I think, at least the smell is stronger in that direction.” Peter answered, biting his lip nervously. 

Alistair pulled Peter closer to him, pressing their lips against one another, cupping his jaw, “If you find Gideon, and I lose you, head home... You hear me? Head straight home and I will find you. Tell Gideon the same, don’t hesitate, don’t stop, don’t help anyone, just go home.” He ran his hand up the other’s back before pushing him in the direction he had gestured, “Go ahead, follow the scent, let’s go.”

deadmxn-wxlking.

The last thing that Samuel could remember before waking up was dying. He had been dying. Drawing in his last few gasps of breath as his only working lung started to collapse in on itself. He felt his chest burn and pain break out in his head his brain needed air he was no longer able to pull into his body. He’d been hold someones hand and Witch. There was a Witch. Chanting and trying to help him… Help him die? Help him live? Samuel didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot. 

He sat up and there was this loud, horrible buzzing in his ears. Looking around, he noted that he was in a tent. Dressed in clothing he hadn’t been wearing before. Back when he was dying. What the hell was going on? He pushed a hand into his hair as a shrill scream ripped through his brain. He flinched and scrambled on to his feet, running out of the tent. He took off like a bat out of hell. He could hear more screaming, smell blood, and fire and- His foot caught something and he was sent spinning, head over heel, before hitting the ground in a hard stop. 

Pushing himself up, Sam looked around. What the hell had he just woken up to? Goblins? He looked around and watched one of them grab a what looked like a dragon-born and just rip it in half. Where the hell was he? Sam swallowed and backed up trying to get his feet under him but it didn’t happen. Not before one of his legs was grabbed and he was hauled into the air upside down by a Goblin. “Holy fuck…” Sam breathed as the creature looked him over. Without thinking about it, Sam shoved his hand into the Goblins eye and the creature roared tossing Sam down. This time he did get his feet under him. But the Goblin had feet too and he was right behind Sam. 

Alistair had caught his scent, his main focus had been making sure Peter and Gideon were safe, but when he’d recognised that familiar smell, he had lost sight of his pet, of both of them. How did he keep losing them? Alistair found himself moving in the opposite direction to where Peter had disappeared to, but both his pets were under strict orders to return home the moment they found one another. His head continued to whip around and he noticed Gideon and Peter looking for him too. He hoped one of them would catch his eye, but it didn’t sway him any from the path he was on already. “Head home boys,” He spoke, hoping it was loud enough that the two might hear him before he turned his attention to that scent.

The kitsune didn’t expect to ever see him again, but there he was, stumbling towards him with a goblin quick on his heels. Alistair felt his breath leave his body and he stepped forward, driving his hand into the goblin’s chest and tearing the heart from it’s cavity. “Sammy?” He whispered in disbelief, brows knitting into one another, confusion concealing his features, “What is -- Sam...”

scvrlxtwolf.

“Our family.” Peter agreed. He knew maybe he should care about the other pets all suffering and dying, but all he really cared about was Alistair and Gideon. He didn’t care who else died as long as neither of them were hurt. “I just want us to be okay.” Peter whined before he tried to track Gideon’s scent to help Alistair find him. “I think he’s that way.”

“That’s my boy,” Alistair crooned, guiding the other through the crowd in the direction he had pointed out. His hands curled around Peter’s own, afraid to let go as they moved away from the commotion and closer and closer to that scent. Alistar stiffened, however, when something else, something familiar caught his attention. He wasn’t particularly focused on scents that weren’t right under his nose, but he knew that well, “Can you tell how far away Gideon is now?”

scvrlxtwolf.

For once Peter did go quiet when asked, allowing Alistair to lead him away from the fighting. Peter had never seen a battle before, he’d never seen a goblin either, but now he was seeing swarms of them, and pets and elites alike dying all around him. It was more than the young wolf could handle, and he’d never been so afraid before. Alistair’s fingers carding through his hair helped, but all Peter could see and hear were the screams and the blood, the smell of it thick in the air. He heard the kitsune’s voice but it sounded muffled, almost far away before Peter finally focused on him again. “I won’t I promise.” He replied, fingers gripping Alistair’s shirt tightly, as if letting go would mean Peter would be left amongst the carnage. 

Alistair was focused purely on Peter in that moment, his brows knitted in together as the other seemed to drift in and out of focus before finally their eyes latched and Peter clung to his shirt. “We will find Gideon, we will go home and we will wait for this all to blow over, we’re not going to stop and help anybody, we protect each other. This family, we protect, okay?”

toothclxw.

The amount of power that Alistair held inside his body really was something else. Among werewolves, the biggest tended to be the strongest but Alistair was small and more powerful than just about anyone else that Gideon had ever meet. It must have been something, really something, to keep that under control at all times. He was so impressive. Everything about Alistair. His body, mind, and control was almost overwhelming and for a moment Gideon ground himself caught up in those thoughts as Alistair took the goblin down as it was made of paper. As if it was nothing. His eyes widened as the monster went down and Gideon nodded and grabbed Alistair’s hand. He couldn’t loss sight of Alistair now. Not when people were dying all around them. As much power as he had, Gideon did not want him to be alone in all of this. “Hold on!”Gideon ground to a halt and tugged Alistair. “I smell him.” He hissed and pulled Alistair to the right. “Come on, he’s this way.” He started forwards again before another few screams of pain came from near by. Gideon glanced back at Alistair. He wanted to help. He could help. He knew Alistair didn’t want him too but this was hard. 

Despite his impressive senses, Alistair wasn’t always able to focus much on one little thing, he didn’t possess that ability as well as his werewolf counterpart. He turned when Gideon directed him and nodded, moving as fast as he could with Gideon at his side. They maneuvered through hundreds of bodies, perhaps more, but Alistair didn’t hesitate and it didn’t take him long to find that same path of scent Gideon was on. “I found him already and I lost him... If I lose you before we get there, you find Peter, you take him home, you go to the basement, you’ll be safe there.”

toothclxw.

Looking at Alistair’s own wounds, Gideon’s hand’s shifted away from his side as Alistair lifted his shirt. His jaw tensed and his heart kicked up in his chest. “Peter is here?” he asked looking at Alistair with a new level of panic in his eyes. He was worried about Alistair but he was also aware of how much a power was often held inside of a Kistunes body. He knew that Alistair could handle goblins. Peter, on the other hand, was a halfling with no combat training what so ever. He nodded. Nothing was more important than Peter and Alistair. “We need to find Peter.” Gideon hissed as he looked around. “I can ca-” Gideon started before jolting forward and grabbing Alistair around the waist. He pushed them both to the ground as a Goblin’s weapon swung over head. He pressed himself against Alistair and looked over his shoulder at the Goblin. A loud growl ripping through his body. 

Alistair nodded his head, his own eyes wide with worry, brows knitting into one another as he battled his own heart rate. It seemed implausible that the kitsune who fought feelings for many years, only to care deeply for his pet before these, and to love the two he claimed now so dearly, and yet it was the reality. Gideon was capable of caring for himself, Alistair knew that, but it didn’t prevent his worry, though it was somewhat heightened for Peter, a pet who was fast, possessed impressive agility but no combat skills whatsoever. Alistair grunted as they fell to the ground, squeezing the other gentle before pushing him from his body, his fangs protruding and a crackle of electricity sparking between him and the goblin, before wrapping around it’s body, tightening around the creature as though it was made of rope. The creature twitched and convulsed before falling to the ground, “Move fast, don’t hesitate for anything,” The kitsune ordered, extending his hand to the taller male and tugging him off in any direction.

scvrlxtwolf.

Peter felt safer in Alistair’s arms. His master might not look like he had the power to destroy and kill, but Peter knew better, he’d seen it, he felt it and it made him feel safe. “I should have stayed home not gone off to watch.” Peter said softly, feeling guilty for having left home to come watch the pets train. The wolf looked worried when Alistair mentioned Gideon, the fact that the other wasn’t at home safe made Peter scared. “I can help you find him, I’m good at scent tracking.” Peter offered, wanting to do his best to bring Gideon home safely. He clutched tighter at Alistair, practically burying against the kistune’s comforting form. 

“Hush now,” Alistair responded, stroking along the other’s back as he tugged him in the direction of safety, hopeful to come across Gideon along the way. He did his best to comfort the other when he began to panic, his hands pushing through Peter’s hair before pushing him behind a wall to give them a moment, “I can’t let you out of my sight, don’t run off, stay with me, tell me if you catch his scent but do not move without my say so, Peter, do you understand?”

scvrlxtwolf.

Peter felt the electrical crackle of the air before he saw Alistair and when he did catch a glimpse of the kitsune, he’d never seen the other look so frightening and awe-inspiring at the same time. Peter wriggled out from under the goblins dead body. He watched the fox rip through the goblins like they were nothing, blood covering him. Peter took the hand offered to him without hesitation, allowing Alistair to pull him to his feet. “Scratched up.” He answered looking down at his torn clothes and clawed up skin. 

Alistair didn’t wait to crush their frames together, his arms tightening around the boy as he pressed a kiss to his temple, “I’m sorry I didn’t come for you, I should never have let you out of my sight, mon amour.” The kitsune growled deeply as he looked around them, before pulling back to assess the damage on his pet. It wasn’t too bad, he seemed okay, but it still didn’t sit well with him. “We have to find our Gideon too, yes? Then we will go home, I will keep you safe. I won’t let anything hurt you, okay?”

toothclxw.

When he hit the ground he must have rolled across something sharp. Or maybe it was the weapon that the goblin had hit him with in the side but he was bleeding. In the moment he hadn’t noticed anything was wrong. Just felt the sharp sting of it before Alistair was there. Standing over him with a few wounds of his own. “Yes,” Gideon answered as he looked up at Alistair. Pushing himself up, he groaned painfully and gripped his side looking at Alistair. “Ali, you’re bleeding.” Gideon hissed one of is hands coming away to press against the Kitsune’s cut up arm. “We need to get you out of here.” He ground out and nodded towards the edge of the camp. 

Alistair looked over the other, eyes raking over his frame until noticing the crimson seeping through his shirt, “Gideon,” He dismissed his words, shaking off  the touch from his arm, lifting up his clothes to access the damage. It wasn’t too bad, but it was going to attract more of them. “We have to find Peter, I will be fine, stay at my side, do not waver, do not protect the pets. Me, Peter, we are your family, we are the important ones. Do you understand? I can’t lost you, Gideon.”

  toothclxw.

He’d been on his way back to Alistair’s Vila when they attack had first started. Gideon didn’t take a second to think about it before running back towards the camp. There were a lot of pets in there that couldn’t take care of themselves. A lot had never thrown a punch let alone been a fight for there lives. The goblins were hardy folk and didn’t go down easily but that just made Gideon want to help more. He ended up picking up some sort of short sword on his way to help a smaller Pet. He was able to fight the goblin off rather quickly before turning to help someone else up. When he leaned down to give the pet his hand, Gideon felt something hit his side full force and he tumbled to the ground. His arms came up quickly to protect his face as Goblin struggled to get control of him.

Alistair searched frantically for his boys, they seemed to be nowhere in sight until finally, he came across the scent, the scent that he knew so well and he automatically felt as though he received a punch to his stomach. The kitsune’s heart pumped faster, he’d already acquired some bites from greedy goblins, a few wounds from flying arrows, scolds from fire-head punctures. Alistair lunged for Gideon the moment he’d seen him, tackled the goblin to the floor, tore it’s heart from it’s chest and stood protectively over his pet, “You’re not hurt, are you?”

scvrlxtwolf.

When the attack had started Peter regretted not being at home. He’d liked watching the pets train and so had been out doing just that, but then the goblins had shown up and Peter had never seen a goblin before. He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t really much of a fighter, he was a good runner though and so he’d avoided them by trying to flee. He hoped Gideon and Alistair were safe, although they could take care of themselves so really Peter was the one who was pretty fucked. A couple of the creatures had him pinned down, trying to rip through his clothes to get at the wolf’s flesh. They seemed to be capturing pets or just plain eating them. Peter struggled under their hold, fighting as hard as he could. “No, get off me!”

Alistair realised it almost instantly, the boy’s scent buried in his mind so deeply that he knew exactly where to look. His voice sent a shiver down the elite’s spine and the kitsune let out a loud growl, darting forward, electricity crackling around his whole body, almost like an aura around him as he grasped one goblin, tearing it’s head from it’s shoulders effortlessly and tossing it aside. He didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, not until he was doused in blood and the threat, for now, was eliminated. He looked down at the pet, offering his hand, “Are you hurt?”

It seemed to happen very quickly, before he knew it, they were under attack and he was moving out of his home to the approaching attack. Alistair swore under his breath, moved inside to check on his boys who were nowhere to be seen, “Gideon?” He called out, frantically looking around, “Peter?” It seemed to be then that the kitsune realised what had happened and he wasted no time in darting towards where the chaos seemed to be centered. 

hvmcnty:

“Yes, make him pay for it,” Seamus responded, licking his lower lip and trying not to dwell on the fact that the other had flinched under his touch. If it would have been Shay a few months ago, he would have perhaps apologised, his family’s influence had drilled manners into his mind, but he never saw much use for them in this new life. Seamus tilted his head to the side as the other slid his fingers over his broken bone, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips, “He put his finger in my mouth and I bit it off.”

“he’d probably kill me…if you saw him - i don’t know. he’s pretty gruff and scary looking.” luka swallowed, eyeing the others finger. “does it still hurt since you n-never got it healed?” he wondered, though he would hopefully get lucky and get someone to heal it for him. “wait you–what?” luka seemed stunned at the admission, soft blue eyes going slightly wide. “you bit his f-finger off? why?” he made a face, but he had to ask his next questions for his own curiosity. “was there a loud crunch? was it hard? or was is at easy as biting through a carrot like people say?”