defeat, who is she

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set after his fight thread with Vera. @Aries & @Draven.
injuries: mangled and hanging flesh of the right side of his face, it was the heavily scarred side to begin with and now what was left of untouched flesh has been torn away. Pretty much a half-face, bleeding with minor cuts along his shoulders

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He had wanted her dead.

What was done was done and it was only down to his adrenaline that had the titan standing. His pain tolerance was high, it needed to be when one got into fights often and it was working in his favour but even with it, he could feel the way the pain tried to fight through the adrenaline to be felt in full force. What had been left of one side of his face was gone, skin torn and shredded, blood fresh and bright as it pooled in wounds and dripped to the snow below.

He would do it again to ensure Vera was reminded he wasn't to be fucked with; that he would fight her time and time again until she was dead. Put down like the rabid cunt she was. His injuries could be considered worse of the pair, though he had all but removed one of her ears and decorated her ugly skin in more of his own marks, to sit savagely with the ones he gifted her previously. But it was still half of his face pretty much gone, though he wasn't aware of it too much as he swayed.

tiberius' face had been fucked up anyway, what was a little less flesh?

The titan blinked though he felt the sting of blood against his lashes and eyelids, blurring his vision as he stumbled forward. He encroached on his Vale and hoped only that none of his children came to him then, when he was the image of beastly and exhausted. His legs quivered and his head hung as he drew himself to his home, his land, mouth tasting of blood -- hers and his. Tiberius panted as he angled his head down, watching as white bled red beneath crimson droplets. 

it was becoming aware to him as his adrenaline began to wear off and the pulsating pain began to win, that he was missing even more flesh. That he, a bastard beast, would have his stunning love return to him in all of her ethereal beauty and be at the side of a man so torn. He wondered vaguely if Kuhn too would be repelled by it and he swore, growling a garbled sound as he swayed and stumbled, determined to stay up right and on his paws.

His children couldn't see him like this, they were too young and he would be damned if they would grow to fear him for the sight they would see.

Tiberius seethed, fighting the desire to collapse. ^^

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It was the scent, so strong, that drew the vulture to the scene. 

Blood was hard to ignore, especially fresh. It made the gut clench and the drive grow, an animalistic desire to find the source ever pushing forward in your mind. This though, combined with his son's scent, had the male lurching off his feet doing whatever he found himself doing, in a rush. He skittered through the Vale, weaving between the woodland that peppered its landscape. 

He did know the situation yet, didn't know whether the boy had brought a bloodied beast back with war wounds to prove his battle, or if he himself was the sorry party running with his tail between his legs. Or neither of those things, and just the injured party. Whatever the case, help was on the way and from the smell of things, he was gaining ground.

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The smell of blood hung in the air, it brought any to a curiosity ; though it couldn't be said was unusual. A hunt often went on in the vale, it was prim and proper with the bounty of prey and the herd that came in and out. Although could be counted as strange, for the one who normally hunted the herd singlehandedly was absent. It lured her to where such a source was, only to see but a horror-show in front of her eyes. Surprise and anxiety, worry and fear crossed as Aries bundled over to the scene in a haste.

"Please, lay down your face into the snow." On paw she had no herbs to give him, and only rushed to make sure he did go onto the ground. He was wobbling and unyielding, the blood dripped down and left a crimson aftermath of a trail as she gazed behind it.. Another strange though as here, and for a moment Aries gave him a skeptical look if he caused such a scene, but the man did not have any wounds on him or blood among his jowls that indicated a starting off. Her tail wisped, and though questions arose and caution of a rogue dwelling at their doors, the tending of their Chief was but a priority. An assurance and yearning he needed to move down, he needed assistance —

she would need to rush back to the den for supplies. Thoughts and wonders of what to bring continually flew in the back of her mind as her paws were gathering snow piles to brush against his face. To absorb some of it and cool down the heat that would provide — fresh wounds were especially dangerous to rise to fevers, the system attacking and attempting to heal as it went.. Relief that their home was of the tundra.

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For a moment, through his crimson touched gaze, he thought she was Olive. The voice was wrong, though and his heart knew it wasn't her. Good, he thought angrily, she didn't deserve to see him like this. She deserved better. It was Aries, sweet, elegant and loyal Aries who had a way with others that Tiberius never could quite master. She came to him in his time of need and he flinched away at first, not wanting her to see him in the state he was either. He didn't look like the Chieftain who brought strength and safety, he knew he looked worse. He looked weak. Tiberius grew still, exhausted and lightly panting as he felt his legs quiver, begging him to give in to the request.

He didn't, though, instead he remained standing with a bowed head.

Vaguely, he thought he saw Draven.

It was the little boy in him that wanted to call out, demanding the comfort of his father. He didn't, though. Tiberius angled his head as he tried to look through blurry lenses, seeing the approaching form of a man who was growing familiar. Tiberius puffed out an exhausted breath, not quite giving Aries what she wanted but he remained still, his head bowed and at a good level for her. Tiberius hissed as he felt it, the cold snow she touched against his face with her paws and he grit his teeth angrily, muscles twitching as he did his best to fight through it. ^^

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His approach wasn't the only one that seemed to catch his son's blood on the air. A woman, tall, monochrome, a sight that suited the tundra well. As the silverback broke into sight he could see her trying to talk to Tiberius, her paws gathering snow and collecting it to lightly run against what would turn the white powder red. Tiberius, he thought. His eyes went from the skeptic to the man he'd become accustomed to, though calling him son aloud was still strange to his tongue. How many weeks had he been there already? No it didn't matter. 

Large dinner plate paws pulled him to his boy's side with blue eyes widen a fraction. He shouldered him then, offering some type of balance for the wavering, yet so stubborn, man. What the woman was doing was spot on, though fever that was likely to come from such an injury was something that often Draven was wary of. With a hushed whisper, Draven gave the woman a look of pained worry, his expression tense. He was trying to keep his cool but Draven knew he has to get the wound clean, to lather it in a poultice - he loved a poultice - and further monitor the Chieftain as he tried to battle this infection with his life.

"What do you have in stock? We need something to prevent an infection, anything." he was almost pleading as he turned his attention back to Tiberius, offering his head to support the rest of the boy's man weight. There were many things he could think of that would help in this scenario, but that didn't matter if they didn't have it in stock. Burnet. Chamomile. That fern he wasn't sure grew around here. Surely they had something on hand. His expression grew stoic but the intensity of fear was growing in his chest. He'd only just found his family, he didn't need them to be stolen from his again. Fate could only ever be so cruel! The mountain of a wolf lifted his muzzle to tib's ear and allowed his baritone to utter one last thing. 

"Tiberius, son, we need you to lie down."

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He seemed reluctant to, and she imagined perhaps he didn't want others to see him that way. As she looked at his remaining scars, many were a few that perhaps with time and cleaning could been prevented, or otherwise and ignored flock. Was he a man that simply cared not? But Aries did, and so did the blue-steel man that turned toward her and asked. Clockworks came as she thought the few that were, and by the luck before the season was ending she had caught a few, and especially some that could sooth him so.

"There is a few to gather," she said, turning away and with a quick haste to rummage through the fruits of her foraging efforts. Aries though had questions about.. The man who said son, she had no time to do so. She still had a pouch that was wet to be warped or damaged, carved away from the hide of a caribou to provide a satchel of sorts. She thought it was quite useful for the gathering of herbs, even if it wasn't perfected — but it was getting there was the memories of @Baelfire advised the padding of moss to help in the mix, and thus had done. As she grabbed and so, her paws motioned to shove a few herbs within..

Poppies were always a go-to for pain relievers, although dangerously addictive as well. She grabbed only a few, a very few and no more. Alongside was that of the blueberries she had gathered for @Arcane once upon a time, but the cub cared little to the taste and more of the efforts of painting her tail. Alongside that she took borage, both helping with wounds, infection, and much, much more.

She was running back with her supplies, while casting a gaze to the side in the hope that none of his children would see the worst of it..

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In the end, it was Draven who made the mountain move. Maybe it was the use of son that threw him, made him crumble inside and adhere to the words spoke into his ears. Tiberius would do as they wanted, as his body begged and lowered down inelegantly to the snow as his belly thudded to the ground. He offered a small groan as he winced, his body tired and adrenaline slowly melting from his veins. It had been the only thing keeping him from spiralling and he could feel it start to leave him, his stomach churning with something akin to panic.

He swallowed it down, alongside blood and fur that clung to his mouth. Dropping in from his torn lips, he thought that he preferred the taste of her blood than his. He hoped she missed her fucking ear, the parts of it now lay in his belly. He splayed his forepaws out, not recognising the fact that Aries had left to go get some supplies as he slumped forward. Tiberius tried to glance up to Draven, something pleading written on what was left of his face.

What he was pleading for, he didn't know. He opened his mouth, the action painful for the wounds, to try and talk but his throat was dry (how -- how was it so dry when he had practically been force fed his own blood?) and his tongue felt like it had grown in size. Tiberius shifted as he felt his head swing forward without his permission and his nose touched down to the snow between his legs. Tiberius could see a pair of startling green eyes in the back of his mind and he could have wept for them, wept for the way he missed them and the way he thought that when he would see them next, disgust and horror would linger in them.

Something anguished left his throat, a sound so rotten he hated himself for making it and hearing it. ^^

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As he looked at the pitiful form laying on the floor, blood weeping into the pale snow beneath, a rage was set alight in the silverbacks stomach. With a curl of his lip, he cast a heated glare in the direction his son had stumbled from. Whoever the fuck did this, Draven wanted to make them hurt. It was a strange feeling but he already felt so close to the blood tie he'd found. Although they had much to learn about each other, Draven wanted to prove himself to his son, to show him he wasn't like those folks over in the tribe that raised him. He had so much time to make up for and this just really boiled his blood. 

He didn't speak, just glared before tearing himself away from his darkening thoughts. His son needed him right now, any vendetta he wished to seek out could wait. There was the more pressing wounds to try and heal. The lady had already left in hopes to gather her supplies, so Draven decided to cut time and start the cleansing of the cuts.

Carefully, he nudged his son's face into a position that he could access the wound. The blood was already congealing at the edges though there seemed to be too much skin lost for it to ever fully close. It was a shame, to see the boy in so much pain, but what was better was that he came back alive. For now he would have to try and aide him as best as he thought possible. His tongue started at the edges of the wounds, cleaning away the grit and grime that had collected in the steadily matting hair. Gentle strokes of his tongue with consistent pressure and never too often over the same spot especially the closer he got to the raw flesh. 

The taste left much to be desired but he couldn't think about that right now. He had a job to do and he had to get it done.

It wasn't long before a rustling in the bushes alerted the silverback, enough that he loomed over his son's body in hopes to hide it from sight, at least his face anyway. He didn't want any tiny eyes prying to see, they didn't deserve the torment of their little eyes. Not yet, not so young.

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"Tiberius, you with us?" Within his form of groans and so, the flicker of the eyes as she returned with her satchel of supplies.. Aries bent down to look at his face, the way he was clouded within pains and grunts — the scars that inflicted with the half-eaten face, and the array of wounds. She gave a thankful nod to Draven, who during her moments away cleaned some of the wounds. The ice that pressed with the calming of blood, she grimaced as even her own was being coated in the crimson. She never.. Been in such moments ; all was pure knowledge and learning of watching, but Aries was not such a wolf who normally remained on the front-line.

But Olive was not here.

"Can you continue applying snow to the wounds to try and cease the blood?" he was a man that she did not know, gently covered within the smell of Duskguard, but the words of 'son' remained within the mind. Tiberius was rather young, he was within the prime of his youth and somewhere above that of a second year but yet to hit the fine quarters that comes with the aging ; the man before her, blue in steel and eyes of so, presented one who was slowly climbing up but remained fruitful and prime. If they were related she would bat an eye, and even their age is plausible. But he was here, a paw of helper, and wanting to help.

Aries would turn to her bundle, she slide it for Draven if he wanted to see — to gander and look or even apply so. She focused on the chewing, the poultice while looking at Tiberius with a worried gaze ; she knew during it all it was important a patient was conscious. The way that one would fall into a slumber was often a baddened side, and most of all — what had happened?

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