A machine where your heart once was
Slowly takes the place of you
Slowly takes the place of you
The urgency with which Riya circled him, paired with the absence of her bonded human, left Liam with a tight feeling in his chest. Something was wrong.
The ex-dragoon ran as quickly as he could through the trees, following the dragon as closely as possible. For the first time since he'd moved, he was relieved that he'd kept up with his training after leaving Stormbreak; for so long it had simply been habit, and this was the first time since moving that it was actually coming in handy. Riya led him through woods that blurred red as he sprinted through until, finally, he skidded to a stop at the base of a large tree. "Anju,"' he said, dropping to his knees beside his friend. "It's me."
The Captain of the Dragoons was pale and bloody, various scrapes making it obvious that she'd been sprinting through the woods without care for branches or brambles that caught on her skin. Fear turned his blood to ice as he realized that she looked half-dead. It was only his years of training that allowed him to keep calm; the part of him that cared about Anju broke away to panic in the back of his mind, while the soldier in him took charge.
He began to carefully triage her injuries, taking care not to move or jostle her until he knew that nothing major was broken. She needed a healer - and that was beyond his capabilities. "I'm going to pick you up, alright?" he asked, then bent closer, settling one arm around her shoulders and the other beneath her knees before hoisting her into his arms. "We'll go back to Sidge Village and find you a healer."
The ex-dragoon ran as quickly as he could through the trees, following the dragon as closely as possible. For the first time since he'd moved, he was relieved that he'd kept up with his training after leaving Stormbreak; for so long it had simply been habit, and this was the first time since moving that it was actually coming in handy. Riya led him through woods that blurred red as he sprinted through until, finally, he skidded to a stop at the base of a large tree. "Anju,"' he said, dropping to his knees beside his friend. "It's me."
The Captain of the Dragoons was pale and bloody, various scrapes making it obvious that she'd been sprinting through the woods without care for branches or brambles that caught on her skin. Fear turned his blood to ice as he realized that she looked half-dead. It was only his years of training that allowed him to keep calm; the part of him that cared about Anju broke away to panic in the back of his mind, while the soldier in him took charge.
He began to carefully triage her injuries, taking care not to move or jostle her until he knew that nothing major was broken. She needed a healer - and that was beyond his capabilities. "I'm going to pick you up, alright?" he asked, then bent closer, settling one arm around her shoulders and the other beneath her knees before hoisting her into his arms. "We'll go back to Sidge Village and find you a healer."
Only hold the memories now
Of a love I thought I knew
Of a love I thought I knew
Liam
