⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ +=={:::::::::::::::::> ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ +=={:::::::::::::::::> ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ +=={:::::::::::::::::> ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ The road back to camp wound through broken stone and trampled grass, still humming faintly with the aftertaste of battle. Above Che’s broad elephantine frame, the last flicker of his status sigil burned a warning red HP: Low its glow pulsing in time with his laboured breath.
Icarus noticed it immediately.
The young paladin padded closer, tail low with worry despite the reassuring symbols hovering above his own head HP: Full. MP: Full. His armour bore not a scratch, his holy focus still warm against his chest. Che, on the other hand, leaned heavily on his staff, tusks marked with old blood and new dust.
“You should’ve fallen back sooner,” Icarus murmured, voice soft but tight. “You always do this.”
Che huffed a tired chuckle. “Someone had to hold the line.”
They reached the edge of camp just as twilight settled in. The others were already dispersing, trusting the monk’s strength as they always had. But Icarus did not. He guided Che toward a quiet tent, hands steady but eyes betraying his fear.
Inside, the noise of the world fell away.
Che lowered himself with a grunt, massive shoulders sagging now that the fight was truly over. The red glow above him flickered, unstable. Icarus swallowed, then knelt, placing his paws gently against Che’s chest.
“Let me,” he said not as a request, but a promise.
"No... I need it All Pup.. come here.." (see part 2~) Artwork By: https://x.com/whimsy_creature
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