Evander Hendry

“I brought him home. He’s heavy,” he snorted, though he was happy to accept the affection from Evander. “Yeah, but Mark especially has issues.” It wasn’t surprising. The pet wasn’t really that graceful as a human, let alone a wolf. Glenn grabbed the healing potions and sat next to Evander. “What would be the best way to remove these?”

Diarmid listened to the wisdom of the male, explaining how it was correct that the goblins weren’t greatly intelligent but could be maneuvered. He nodded in agreement, then stood straight up before the man. It seemed more and more elites were humble. “I apologize, I just didn’t want to appear disrespectful. Their should be a half witch among them at least. Best we can do is either find someone to help, or make sure this area is clear of goblins, correct?” He asked as he gave the sword in his hands a swing. He was more than comfortable with fighting and compared to a fair amount of the pets he enjoyed the exhilaration of battle.

Diarmid couldn’t help but break into laughter as he slit the throat of a goblin for safe measure. He wiped some of the blood and dirt from his face looking at the male. “Are these things even capable of forming complex strategy?” He asked as he did the same with the other intact corpses. “Probably, although I doubt if it’s serious theirs much we can do. We aren’t exactly like full breed creatures.” He answered walking over to the male and bowing before him. He wasn’t sure if he was an elite or not, but better to be safe. “Diarmid Vance, sir.”

“He’s not meant to fight, but he’s fine.” At least Evander had come to check on him first. It made him feel a little more comfortable with the Bowen situation. “You know, I think he lost a few brain cells during the turning. He literally fell down the stairs and kept running into things right after the turn,” he sighed. With his hand pressed to the top of Evander’s head, he began to lead him up and towards the bathroom. 

As the other pushed to nuzzle him, he shook his head. “I’m…an empath. So that’s why this is all a lot,” he explained. Wasn’t any point in hiding it at this point. He didn’t want to seem weak, but he was tired and he could use the help. 

He snapped off part of the arrows, tossing them aside before he began to use his magic to push the head of the arrow out and heal the wound left behind. “Awhile,” he replied. “Enough time for people to rest and heal. The vines will stay in place, though the enchantment has a time limit if I were to leave it.” He’d have to eventually, so he could find Caleb, but not until he felt those in his care were secure.

He was still for Asrius, allowing the witch to pull out the arrows with only faint sounds for the ones that buried deeper. “Thank you,” he said, nodding even though it probably looked odd from his wolf form. “So you can let me out and I can bring others? Is there someone you need me to look for?” After all, he was sure the other elite had people he cared for out there but Evander would happily be offence while Asrius played defence if it meant they could stop all of this. 

Glenn pressed kisses to the older wolf’s fur in an attempt to soothe him. “I found Bowen. You don’t have to worry, okay?” he whispered soothingly. “As for Mark, he hasn’t left the house since everything happen. I…turned him, and then put him in timeout, essentially.” Mark couldn’t control his power enough to be much use, and Glenn felt better with him being safe.

Glenn had done what he had to do during the goblin attack. He’d saved some people, gnawed on some goblins, brought Bowen home to safety, and made sure that Mark had stayed out of trouble in his wolf form. It was quite impressive. As for others? Well, they weren’t a concern. That was, until he heard Evander’s call.

Quickly, he ran down the stairs of his home, and frowned when he opened the door. “Evander!” he exclaimed, running to check on the wolf. He wasn’t a healer, but arrows jutting out of someone’s back was usually a bad thing. It shouldn’t have been surprising, considering how soft Evander was, that he’d risk himself for others. Glenn was still upset by it though. “Come in. I…have some healing potions.”

The wolf was a little worse for wear, though most of the blood belonged to the goblins - some of it certainly was his. He had some wounds that weren’t yet healing, thanks in part to the arrows he’d been struck with. Tipped in poison, he’d done what he could to get at them and even though he’d had brief reprieve thanks to Asrius, when he charged back into battle he couldn’t avoid more of them.

After catching his breath, he turned to look at them wolf. He was certainly thankful, and he could feel that the other wanted to help. Settling down on the ground, he put his hands there – a dome of vines coming up and wrapping around them and the pets he was protecting. He whispered a spell, and a light pink barrier engulfed the vines from the outside, effectively warding it against the goblins for the time being. “This is too much…” he whispered softly, tears running down his face still, and clearly overwhelmed by everything happening.

Still, it wasn’t time to break down. He began to dig through the bag he’d been carrying around, rolling potions to the injured and tired pets. Finally, he turned to the wolf. “Come here…”

He kept an ear out for any goblins coming while Asrius helped the pets, even though they were protected by his magic. When the witch turned to him, he nuzzled the other male as he got closer, looking to comfort him. He seemed peaceful, Evander couldn’t blame him for being overwhelmed by all of this.

The wolf was sure Asrius was planning on helping with the arrows he couldn’t reach but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to soothe the witch. He licked his arm, “How long can you sustain this?”

Diarmid had recovered with the thanks of Asrius and Caleb, the two witches having used their magic to heal his wounds. It seemed though his luck wasn’t going to last as an attack had begun. In the chaos he was able to get a sword and shield, along with a chest plate. He could see though how greatly they were outnumbered and he worked on getting as many pets to safety as possible. He found refuge in the forest, a long forgotten stone temple his sanctuary as he lead a small group of pets to it. The pets inside he began to head to the entrance, a few goblins having followed. He was quick to dispatch the first two, before the third came at him. With a strong bash of his shield he sent it reeling before plunging his sword through it’s skull. The last one jumped onto his back, Diarmid grunting as he pushed back against a stone pillar, knocking it off and smashing it’s skull in with his shield. His body smeared with blood and mud, he looked at the male who seemed to have watched the tail end. “A warning would have been nice ya know?” He painted as he caught his breath.

“Ambushes dinnae come with a warning lad,” Evander replied, “You’ve done well. Coverage, saved who you can. Is anyone injured?” He’d been planning on shifting as he plunged into battle but since he’d come across the pet it seemed wiser to wait. He wasn’t sure any of them would understand him in full shift - he could plan now and shift afterward. 

This wasn’t how Asrius had planned to spend his day. Or any day of his life. Pets had gathered behind him as he held up a shield surrounding them from the incoming arrows. He was slowly backing them into a tree so at least one side of them could be protected. The creatures seemed to realize that their arrows weren’t working, and soon began to swarm the large witch. Annoyed, crying, and overall done, a large blast was sent out – throwing the goblins everywhere, as vines came to pin them all in the spot they’d fallen.

Panting from the effort it had taken him (fighting was not usually what he used his power for), he leaned against a tree. “Stay by me…” he murmured to those near him.

It wasn’t long before more goblins began towards the witch and the pets he was defending. Luckily for Asrius, before he was pushed to attack again (in a sense) a rust coloured wolf came barrelling through the trees. With a snarl he leapt over all of them, tearing through the goblin he landed upon. Fighting wasn’t his favourite thing but Evander was good at it and he was defending people - which was usually when he was at his best.

He’d taken on some damage - arrows that he wasn’t able to reach but he hadn’t yet slowed down. He didn’t have time for that. When the direct area around them was clear enough he turned around to face the others, pulling closer. “Shelter?” He asked, not sure if the other would understand but hoping for the best.

Pushing himself up off the ground, Gideon grabbed his side as it ached at him. He could feel wet there and wasn’t sure if it was his blood or someone else on him. This was chaos. He could hear goblins war cries and pets screaming. It sounded like at least a few Elites had shown up now. Which was good because he didn’t feel like he could keep this up very much longer. Looking around, Gideon noticed another pet on the ground and took a step forward before feeling his knees wobble. Pain shot up his side and he finally looked down at his own hands. 

He was cut rather badly up his side. Deep enough that Gideon was worried. Pushing both his hands into his own side the halfling shuffled forwards and sat down hard behind a tent that clearly had been on fire but wasn’t anymore. He pressed back against it and pulled his shirt off over his head. A low growl came from the back of his throat as he bunched up the shirt and shoved it hard against his side to try and stop the bleeding. He closed his eyes for a second and let his head fall backwards. He’d been in pain like this before. In the colosseum. This wasn’t the worst he’d been hurt in the past or maybe it was but he couldn’t let himself think that way. He pushed himself up out of the mud and looked around trying to find a clear path out. There wasn’t one. 

The red toned wolf used one goblin as a springboard, ripping it’s head off as he did before landing gracefully in front of the pet. Evander fought when he had to and now he most certainly had to. The pets may have been training to fight in a tournament (which he believed they shouldn’t be anyway) but how dare someone target their most vulnerable. He was frantically looking for and attempting to sniff out Bowen with each goblin he dispatched but he couldn’t be single-minded enough to ignore other pets. Particularly this one, that was bleeding. 

He bit down on some of the tent material that was left, tossing his head until a decent amount was torn away. The wolf dropped it in Gideon’s lap, “Use it to tie that in place. Nice and tight lad.” He hoped the halfling understood, or at the least could put two and two together. He would defend the pet while he did before attempting to find him safety and hopefully Bowen along the way. Evander's own fur was slicked with blood in places too, most of it was not his own but he couldn't pretend he hadn't been wounded too. Most of it was healing but there were a couple of arrows he couldn't reach. He wouldn't let it slow him down - they could be dealt with later.

“I haven’t been formally taught how to ride, but I’ve taken a ride or two before. I’d love to properly learn how.” Heikki mused as he continued to pet the horse’s muzzle. He gave the muzzle a gentle kiss before moving to the top of her head. “That would be wonderful. I’d be honored to help you out with the others.”

Heikki’s smile grew even wider as the mare nosed at his hand. Gently, he started to stroke Màiri’s muzzle. “I like her very much. She’s such a sweet girl. Definitely the kind of horse I would love to ride if I was taking lessons.” He spoke softly as to keep the horse calm. “I’ve always had a way with animals, even the most difficult of them sometimes. I have no idea what that means to me, but it’s a very rewarding feeling.”

The black wolf’s tail wagged a little faster when the other complimented him. Glenn loved being complimented and doted on, though the side that liked to be taken care of was only shown around people he trusted. “I miss this too!” He shifted so that he could playfully lick the other’s face. “You’d be a good dad…”

“You haven’t done that since you returned. I’m still attractive, right?” Though, Glenn was cocky enough to know that he was. A little grunt left him as the other nudged at him, but he rolled over easily. “You haven’t had another wolf to take care of in quite some time, have you?”

“Because I like being fucked very much. You should know that by now,” he snorted, though he pressed his side to Evander’s and pushed his forehead against the other’s fur. “I’m a nymphomaniac. I cannot be sated.” His tail wagged a little, feeling slightly playful.