Yang*Sasha

Yang had found the female behind a dumpster, badly wounded her chest and rib cage torn to shreds. He could feel her breathing, but scarecly. Little did he know, this was a member of the Shadow Lurkers, and Sasha's mate was the alphess'family member making Sasha herself family. Blood still littered the ground and it set the white male off balance a bit and made him feel quesy as he set Sasha down. Moving to the porch, he yipped and barked, calling to the lady inside. He had heard of this place through passing. IT was a good thing as well, Sasha wouldn't have made it much longer.

Sasha felt herself being moved, and she knew as well that this wasn't Bullet. She whimpered softly and tried to struggle but all that happened was blood oozing from her chest and rib cage area. It was strange that the gorgeous doberman was still alive but some how she clung to life by a thread. A fever raged through her body and she shivered once. She felt so cold....

Conan

Conan lifted his head from mucking the barn to catch the sound of frantic barking. He leaned his pitchfork against the wall and exited the barn at a run, looking about to see what the trouble might be.

The moment he spotted Yang and Sasha, he froze. A wild animal, and a vicious doberman. His parents had often sent their pair of dobermans to hunt him down when he ran away. The fear took his reason for a moment until he realized that the doberman was badly wounded, and the wolf tired from dragging her. Finally he closed his eyes, murmuring something to himself. When he opened them again, he was calm, and dashed into the house to get the Lady's supply of padding and bandages that Aralyn had showed him.

Grabbing up an armful of supplies, he started back out toward them, screaming, Aralyn! Aralyn! He knew enough about mending wounds, but he would feel better if the woman was there.

Slowly, cautiously, he began to approach them, not meeting their eyes, voice soft, as he always spoke to horses. There now, my pets, no need ta fear little me. Jes' like ta look at m'lady's cut there.

And here he pulled a sheet out of Aralyn's book, beginning to sing softly in his sweet tenor.

Long farewell
When life is cut short
Sad farewell
When love is torn away

No one sees the sliver of moon
Glinting steel and blood in the room
They can't see the shadow of Mordred
The blade of moonbeams, the bride of peace.

Long farewell
With no end in sight
Sad farewell
When love is stripped away
Rise, rise O moon, and see your children
Sleep in the darkness, wash in the blood...

Sasha*Yang

Yang yipped, and being unafraid of humans charged forth at the young man. He leaped up and placed his gigantic front paws on his chest and licked him, Sasha's blood staining his chest and muzzle from dragging her. He then turned back around and trotted back to the doberman and sat. Looking to Conan expectantly, he waited.

Happiness Has Left My Soul

Sasha lay where she was. She had lived with humans for the first two years of her life and was used to their touch but she had not found love with their kind and had left to go live with the wild dogs of the alleys. Now, here she was again. At the mercy of a human who had not been able to save her two daughters. Whose to say she would live as well? She could still move, to prove this she sat up then ever so slowly came to a stand. A puddle of blood surrounded the area where she had been lying and more was seeping from her wounds. Sadness seemed to radiate off of the beautiful yet bedraggled female as she stared into Conan's eyes. They're gone. The body of one child lay behind this very house in the barn where Conan had been mucking out stalls. Her other daughter, instantly killed in the den where she lived with the Shadow Lurkers. She staggered to Conan and upon reaching him, she collapsed, leaning hard against his legs panting heavily from the small use of energy. Now it took all of her strength just to breath. A massive tear and bite marks laid open to her side and rib area, and a few wounds to her throat where a rogue wolf had caught her unawares. Yang dragging her here hadn't helped either.

Aralyn was unable to hear Conan, for she was in the backyard with the moon bright over head softly singing to herself while mending the wounds of another wolf.

We sought protection, thought we were guarded
Their lives were taken
It's left me so shaken
Innocence, sweet and pure
They were caught on the lure
Protection, I sought to give
Death, it doesn't forgive
Taken from me, my children
Death is knocking on our door
It looks like he shall claim one more

Conan

Yang's quick approach almost made Conan back away, but a moist tongue reassured him, for even he knew that canines didn't lick you just to get a taste. Steadied, he smiled grimly at yang without using his teeth and turned to Sasha.

He forced himself to calmness, telling himself that she was in no condition to hunt him. Finally he knelt and grabbed up his handy pouch of herbs, pulling out one that would serve as a mild numbing pain-killer. Reaching into another pocket, he came up with a small strip of jerky and wrapped the herb in it, offering it to Sasha. She would need stitching, and it wouldn't be pleasant without the herb.

Whether she took the herb or not, he pulled a cloth out of his pile and wet it in a conveinient bucket, wiping up around the wounds and removing the worst of the grit and grime. Still humming, he reached for a stitching needle and deftly began to sew up, starting with the marks around the throat and finishing with the slash down her side. He reached for his pouch again, pulling out a second herb and a grind-still. Adding water, he mashed the herb into a moist mush that he spread over the wounds to prevent infection before he bandaged everything, praying that the stitching would hold.

Finally, he grit his teeth against a gasp as he knelt to lift the doberman over his shoulders. She weighed at least half his own weight, and was heavy, but she would heal better inside out of the dirt and elements. Staggering just a little, he managed to make it inside and lay her gently on a pallet provided for the purpose. now, it was up to Sasha. How good a healer she was would decide on life or death for her.

Yang yipped at Conan and nuzzled him before turning and trotting away, his banner waving merrily. He was happy that he had completed a good deed for the day.

Sasha took the herb reluctantly and as her body became numb she sank to the ground and lay there, her slender frame shaking. When Conan lifted her she whimpered softly. She would make a great house pet if the boy chose to keep her, but it was only if she survived. She could scent Lasher, and she sat up, her eyes taking in the dimly lit room groggily. She stood and staggered around the entire entior of the house and when she found nothing of her now deceased daughter, she whimpered. I failed..... Her eyes locked on Conans as she stared at him miserably. She began to stagger back to the pallet and crumpled onto it and curled into a small ball. Lasher and Panic were gone, she hadn't protected them. All gone.....

I hear the winds, they whisper to me
These storms, they rage above
Its a song, sung by a dove
I am sorry my love, to you I must say
We never got to play, your sisters and brothers are left
Three out of five, you paid a high price
It wasn't a fair trade, I will give my life to have you walk here again
I love you, my daughters
In peace you shall rest
Your deaths shall be avenged

The night had grown deep before the siblings arrived, tracking Sasha's scent. And by this time, Bullet no longer had any food in his stomach, but at least the nausea had gone away somewhat, even if the dizziness persisted. His eyes were focused on the house ahead, but his steps were fumbled and he continuously veered to the right. If it weren't for Hydras walking shoulder-to-shoulder with him, he would be on the ground more than on his paws.

"Wait here, Bullet. You're in no shape to investigate." Her voice was strongly authoritive, for she knew that he would do anything to find and protect Sasha. The large hybrid padded towards the porch, the scent of the doberman very strong. But... no Sasha? She could find no trail leading away from the house, and eveything seemed to suggest she was taken inside. Growling quietly, Hydras pressed her muzzle against the door, but found it firmly shut. Unwilling to peer through the windows, she gave a very high-pitched cry; one too high for human ears. She was calling for the doberman.

Bullet laid on the ground again, feeling as if he were spinning into oblivian. His head throbbed even more than ever, but the concussion he recieved was not fatal. Pain burned across his body from various bite and claw marks, yet like the strike he took to the head, they were nothing that would kill him, so long as he could ward off infection.

Trying to remain focused, Bullet perked his tall ears in hopes of hearing Sasha's reply. He wasn't going to leave without her.

Yang quite happily followed Hydras back to the Woodland Farm. Suddenly he exclaimed "Why, she was right there! I left her with the boy, honest!" Suddenly a high pitched whimper reached his ears. Sasha's call back to the family. He wagged his tail and grinned. "See! I told you" He seemed to do is laugh once more and sat wagging his tail on the ground gathering dirt and leaves in his white fur.

Sasha had indeed heard the call from her alphess. She raised her head and let out a soft low whimper telling the alphess that although alive, she was broken deep. Her family.....Her family had been torn apart.

Conan was still murmuring comfortingly to Sasha when he heard her whine at something beyond the door. Obviously, someone had come for her.

He debated with himself for a few moments, and then finally reached over and pulled a nice large knife from the kitchen drawer and laid it on the table. It was far enough to where the wolves would not feel immediately threatened, but close to hand in case things got rough.

Then he proceeded cautiously to the door and turned the knob, stepping back a good ways to give the canines plenty of room to come in if they chose.

Hydras growled ominously, fixing an unblinking gaze on Conan as he opened the door. From experience, she found that the human males tended to be more violent and aggressive, as well as stronger than their female counterparts. Although, she had also seen her fair share of the she-humans with just as much rage and unkindness. "The choice is yours, Bullet. I'm taking the rest of the pack to investigate the attackers." Hydras would never conceit to human help, even though she never really had a horrible experience with them. But she had seen what kind of malice they were capable of bringing about to canines, and she didn't want any part of it. The only reason she was allowing Bullet to enter the house was because she knew the old lady lived here, and she was trustable.

Unlike his sister, Bullet kept blinking, though the efforts were futile as far as getting his head to stop spinning. Every movement of his skull brought a wave of vertigo that sent the hapless canine lurching to his right side, totally off balance. But that wasn't going to stop him from reaching his mate. "Be careful." Bullet replied to Hydras, his voice still light and forced, for his stomach was far from settled, and his pulse was quick and feathery.

Hydras turned to Yang, moving towards the darkness of the forest, "Tell me what you know of the attackers. Anything at all."

Bullet, swallowing back nausea once more, stumbled towards the porch. Once again, he had a drunken, staggering gait. And without the aid of his sister, he kept veering off to the right, and was forced to continuously make sharp turns to the left in order to stay on course. But finally, after a few falls, the big hybrid clambered onto the porch and stood tentively in the doorway. Like Hydras, he shared a wariness about humans, though his personality offered them some lenience. Still, he growled softly, warning Conan not to touch him. Stumbling into the house, Bullet's ears went back and he grew terribly uncomfortable in the presence of the humans. But it was all for Sasha, so he mustered his courage and proceeded towards his mate. After nearly tripping over the doberman, Bullet sat down heavily beside her, hackles up but ears back as further warning to the humans to leave him and Sasha alone. "Sasha, I'm here now. You're safe." He whispered, licking the top of her head to give her some comfort.

Conan did not need the growl of either canine to be persuaded to stay back. Instead, he began to go about his business, washing dishes and the like. At one point he filled a dish with water and a second with some leftover chicken he spotted in the fridge and lay it down under the table, which was halfway between himself and the canines. He didn't know if either would be hungry, not knowing much about dogs, but he wanted them to be able to get food if they wanted it. After that he settled back to his routine, drying and putting away the dishes with as little noise as possible.