[PRP] Desperation p1 [Deimos + Forera]

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A desperate Thypion delivers a dying Deimos to Forera

[Takes place after [GRO] Deimos Somnus - Teen]

 

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The familiar scent was the older troll that Deimos had grown attached to - he knew it well enough. Thypion was not entirely sure how much he trusted this older troll who dressed in such a way that she may be confused for a different hue... but she had not done wrong by his charge so far. She could not be far off, the wind was carrying her scent toward the hive - so he followed it, not daring to stop to check on the condition of Deimos's wound.

There, up ahead. He sped up, trotting as fast as he dared with Deimos cradled between his two heads. He slowed to a stop as he approached the troll, a low whine emitting from both heads. Carefully he maneuvered himself to show what was upsetting him - one foot was missing from its place on Dei's right leg. Anxiously Thypion stared at Forera with one eye, ears on both heads flicking back and forth.

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Forera had been in the area.

She was getting used to visiting Busthind, especially now that she had more reason to visit the challenging terrain apart from the quiet, simple city. She normally went back and forth between the swamp and her hive, but now that most of her friends had left the swamp for their own reasons, Forera stuck around for one week a month at most, bringing more weapons and artillery from the city and helping out with repairs/perimeter checks. Right now, she was in Busthind for another reason: A tiny, stuck up tealblood she'd felt she could ******** with. He was frustrating and a little annoying, but she's somehow managed to become some sort of... Figure to look up to, in his eyes, and Forera definitely wanted to keep that going. It was funny, and Forera enjoyed having a little s**t follow her every action. Besides, he was sorta adorable.

Forera stared at the night sky, eyes distant, having just arrived near the area but decided to take a moment for herself. The sky was beautiful, especially from where she stood, but she'd been barely focused on it. Her thoughts were a tornado in her mind, things she hadn't wanted to ruminate on spinning around her mind in a whirlwind of thought. Why was thinking so troubling? Forera never liked to think, it made her overthink, and overthinking made her do (or not do) stupid things. She sighed. It'd be okay. All she needed was to punch some stuff with Deimos and show him how cool she was again, and her mind would settle.

A crackle made her tense immediately. Her eyes narrowed and Forera took a battle stance, hand reaching for her targeting middle launcher, unafraid to use it. Before she could bark out a threat, there was a low whine, familiar, but also strange. She watched as a white creature showed itself to her, eyes showing confusion, hand pulling away from her gun. What was Deimos's lusus doing there? "Yo." She murmured, slowly walking up to him with an outstretched robot hand ready to pet him before Thypion shuffled and changed his position.

It was Deimos. He looked like s**t, almost dead and exhausted beyond belief, but older now, stronger. She'd watched him age over time but now the wiggler looked a little taller, and— Footless. Forera's eyesight went blurry. What the <********> The tealblood opened her mouth before closing it, feeling a slight murmur in her head tell her to leave, right now, right there and then. He was a strong troll, he'd get over it like she did. She'd already gotten too attached, and in leaving she could disappear from his life completely. He'd survive, and she wouldn't have to deal with him. She didn't need to trouble herself with someone who didn't share the same beliefs she did.

But at the same time, she didn't want to.

He was tiny and weak and still needed a lot of teaching-to. He was dumb and frustrating and had everything he needed in life except sleep, he was privileged and took that for granted. Forera clenched her teeth. He was bleeding out. She didn't know what had happened to him, but his foot was bleeding out and Forera knew what to do. She clicked her tongue and gave him a harsh slap across the face. "Wake ******** up." She hissed, pulling off her pack and gesturing Thypion to lay him on a rock she'd been near. "Listen t'my voice. If ya can hear me, wiggle yer hand." She was harsh as she said these things, but from her pack, she pulled out a large, sharp machete, something she was going to teach him to use tonight. Well, this sure was one way to go, she guessed. "I ********' need ya awake fer this, fer ******** sake, Deimos, squeeze MY ********' HAND!"

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LIVE

 

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Dull ache had filled his entire sense of being- from the slightly sharper pains of teeth digging into his back, to the pulsating feeling at the end of his right leg. Deimos was certain he'd never felt anything this awful before, and oh what he'd give to make it stop. Each step Thypion had taken was excruciating- as careful as his lusus was, he could not prevent teeth from digging in, or the fluctuation of height in both heads to stop jostling him. Where were they going? He couldn't see-- no, he couldn't open his eyes, that was it. The sounds of the forest were slowly fading- were they going into town? No one in Four Fronds would help, he was certain of that. It was a resort city, him living on the outskirts was barely acceptable.

Busthind was far, not... unberably far, but would he make it? Would he bleed out? Thypion was keeping his legs higher than his torso, but even then he swore he could feel the life draining out of him with each heartbeat.

He was starting to fade when a sharp slap to his face brought him violently back to reality. Thypion whined louder, disliking the harsh treatment that ... Perore? Yes, it was Perore, was giving him. Still, the lusus did nothing but attempt to gently lay him on the rock she had indicated. He flopped limply, unable to really do much else. He was so dizzy- so unsure of which way was up or down. The stars overhead finally gave him some sort of indication. When had he opened his eyes? The familiar whisper that had drawn him so deep into the forest was starting up in his ears again. Maybe stars really could talk.

Something more real was egging at his ears - Perore, she wanted him to move. Could he? He tried, managing to move a couple of fingers- then they were caught on her hand. Warm, in comparison to his own at the moment. He squeezed weakly, opening his mouth to say something - was that a blade? Oh, no. His voice wouldn't work, but he was very much awake, and holding on with all the strength he could muster. She was going to do something to him, he couldn't figure out what, but he didn't want any more pain.

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HE LIVE BUT BARELY

 

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Forera felt the light squeeze and released a held breath, biting her bottom lip anxiously before adjusting her grip on the machete. "This is gonna really ********' hurt, kid. But ya gotta stay awake. Yer leg is bleedin' 'n infected 'n unless ya wanna die from both of um, ya better listen." She hissed, feeling a hard pressure on her chest weighing her down. She didn't want to do this, but she had to. Hers had been a clean cut-- Deimos's leg had been mauled. She could see bits and pieces hanging off his leg a point that she wanted to vomit, and the stench of blood was overwhelming.

Forera readied her weapon.

"Just relax, okay?" She murmured, readying her weapon. "I'll do it on three." She paused, taking a deep breath. "One..."

She swung the machete.

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THAT'S!!!! NOT!!!!!! THREE!!!!! FORERA WHY

 

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She was speaking again, and he tried very hard to understand what she was saying- it just took so much energy to figure out what she was saying when he was so tired. Dying... that was not something he wanted, but he also did not want what she was about to do- he'd realized it was in fact a blade and that she was getting ready to do something with it.

On three. He tried to protest, but nothing short of a croak emitted from him as he squeezed at her hand harder- he didn't want-- suddenly the pain reignighted in his leg. All that speechlessness that had prevented him from talking before seemed to disappear as he screamed. With what little energy he seemed to have left, he squirmed, nails digging into her hand as he held on desperately.

Thypion emitted twin whines, shuffling closer to eye Forera warily before edging around the rock to get into Dei's line of sight. He did not know what he could do for his charge- this was necessary, that much he knew.. but it was still hard to see.

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REST IN PIECES DEIMOS

 

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Forera was glad he was still awake. Hell, she was glad he was still squeezing her hand tightly, even after lying about doing it on three. It was better that way. Forera dropped the machete into her pack before pulling it back on and lifting the tiny body into a princess hold and stomping her way down the rocks and towards the city below. She hoped Thypion was following-- She was covered in blood, Deimos's blood, and honestly, she looked like she was the one to harm said child. She tugged the goggles over her eyes so as to hide her blood color and was thankful to already be wearing her jacket, tugging it closed.

They were near a city, and in the city she knew a mechanic. A shitty mechanic, but it was enough for now, and it would be enough until she could get the bleeding to stop. Maybe she could wrassle Tevini into helping him when she was around again. Cerpin knew Deimos. When Tevini met him too, gained his trust, it'd be easier to break the news, right? She hoped. She charged into the city and immedeately made her way to the mechanic, gaining a couple of stares from those around her but paying them no mind. She slammed in, and the rest of it was a blur of movement and yelling. Forera would not let her little buddy fall into the same fate as her own.

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SAVE YA BOI RERA, SAVE HIM!!!!

 

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That did it, truly. He vaguely felt the sensation of being lifted, cradled in Forera's arms as she made her way into town. Only barely heard the low sounds from Thypion as his lusus trailed after them. It must have been a sight- not that he would know, he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore - far too focused on the pain in his leg to really be aware of much anything else. Muffled voices and sensations of being jostled barely tugged at his consciousness - he didn't really absorb anything that was happening.

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HE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVES!!!!