8 ♐ Wandering hopes attacked by worries

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Who: Expatriate Darkleer, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, and Summoner (eventually)
Where: Up to the island
When: Backdated before his network post
Style: action
Status: Closed

[This is frustrating. Maddening. Dural can't find anything from the air, and their search in the forest has proved fruitless. It turns out that the last time he tracked down Summoner, the rebel learned from his mistake.]

[That's what he hopes is happening. Just another trigger that's got him in a bother and panicked, running on no sleep and little food.]

[Not his blood smeared against a wall somewhere. Not like-]

[Darkleer has to take a deep breath and close his eyes so he can think. A do-as-he-pleases, winged rebel... where would he go to hide? Not deeper into the city...]

[Dural on his shoulder, he makes his way to the elevator.]

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[In seconds, there's pounding boots against the floor, and Darkleer stumbles into the room. Outside, the calling of a bird can be heard, loud and worried.]

[Even with his glasses in place, the look on Darkleer's face couldn't be more thick with concern. Something creaks as his hands fist tighter and he immediately begins to walk over.]

Lysunder?

[rebull]

[Oh god everything is happening really fast. Suddenly clicks of shoes, he doesn't notice at first, but then a smell fills the room, something familiar and yet strange and he jerks his neck looking up fast. Mindfang. An urgent flag signals in his head and he stares wide eyed, expression that of horror and quickly he moves to rush away from her, not wanting her even close to touching him.]

Leave! [His voice is strained, obviously harsh from his crying and it comes out like a growling beast wanting to speak the words of man with barely managing some sense of understanding.]

[And then again he's rushed with another presence, another smell, this even more recently familiar and his eyebrows furrow, quickly putting his hands up to cover his face, snarling. His fangs grind and he shakes his head, wings barely moving only to quickly stop, feeling more pieces fall to the floor.]

Tink, now isn't, the time.

Both of y-y-you, just leave me alone, don't... look at me.

[o8liter8]

[ He's hard to look at, small and scared like that. Like a cornered animal. Nothing like in her vision of the future, so strong and brave and charismatic. Nothing like the troll who's going to kill her, yet that's exactly who he is. He's just a scared kid, too. It's strange and yet it clicks into place.

She straightens up, backing away but not leaving the room. Then she glances to Darkleer. His matesprit, his show, right? ]

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[The glance back at Mindfang is hard to read, but he is thankful to her. Then Darkleer turns back to Summoner and ignores the snarls and glares. The state of his wings twists at his heart, and Darkleer crouches down besides Summoner. Not caring if he gets hit in return, he reaches over to try and grab his arm.]

Who did this to you?

[His voice is low and dark, and more of his teeth are bared, all wild beast himself.]

I will tear their heart out and make them eat it for doing this to you.

[rebull]

[Mindfang's movement makes his head turn to glance in her direction, only to immediately look at Darkleer as he gets closer. Quickly, he starts a commune, hundreds, and they might be able to hear how the violent flurry of birds starts to circle the light house, ready to smash into it at a single command. Summoner eyes flare and his upper lip curls back, quickly moving away from the blue blood.]

DON'T-!

[He shrieks, removing a short lance from his sylladex and holding it up fast to Darkleer's neck but not striking, just keeping a defensive position. His chest is rising and falling noticeably as he takes deep breathes, teeth clenched tight and clear for either of them to see.]

No one, touched me, NO ONE WI-WILL!

[All his movements only seemed to shake more of his wings off, that's why he had been keeping so still, as if to save them from molting off his back anymore. And not this fight instinct is making him go mad, terrified of having anymore of his appendages damaged even know it's futile to stop it.]

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[No one touched him.]

[Whatever this is, it's either natural or an accident. No one else was involved. This wasn't something meant to strike at him in particular and meant to be a painful jab, and this wasn't something that was just the cruel manner of people and nature, stealing away something he loved and treasured. This isn't a letter left in an empty hive. This isn't a bloodied quadrant-ring he has to unwillingly remove.]

[Darkleer nearly sags in relief and presses lightly against the lance held to his throat, as if it doesn't matter that he was nearly struck.]

Oh thank god. [His eyes slip shut. AS hard as he can, he tries to regain a calm breathing pattern and cool the frenzy that had been starting in his mind.]

Lysunder. Calm down. It's only me.

MF jumping in again when she feels the need... or?

[rebull]

[All he'll get is a deep growl and a glare accompanied by a tilt down of his head, the lance barely pushing forward again as the birds cry louder.]