// Cry, little sister~♪♫

[ysobritish]

Who: Liquid Snake, Amalthea
When: The morning of February 14th
Where: The Forest
Summary: No matter what else Liquid might be, he's loyal to his friends. Following the news report, he goes in search of the injured Amalthea.
Warnings: None

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[notamare]

Usually, when she wanted to hide, she employed illusions to let those who came in search of her - mostly those who wanted to catch a unicorn, or lesser creatures - to get confused and turned around. She used that last night, after fleeing the farm and into the forest she called her true home. The transformation from girl to unicorn and back, had never been so painful, and her wound wasn't healing properly. Not with the bullet still in her shoulder.

Curled up under some bushes, she'd opted to lie still, under close guard by her companion. The spider-dog lying at the front of the bushes, pricked up his ears and growled at the voice. Amalthea paused at the voice herself, but after a second the forest air seems to shimmer as she dropped the illusion. Now there was a path, tracks and probably evidence of blood from both the unicorn and the beast with her. Easy enough to find her now, right?

[ysobritish]

Liquid dropped to his knees, checking the tracks and blood with a frown. That it had escaped his sight before bothered him a little, but he disregarded it. He'd been distracted, most likely. That was unacceptable. He would have to focus. This was important, after all.

Rising to his feet, he followed the tracks, as he'd been taught. They dead-ended at a selection of bushes. After a second's thought, he dropped down to ground level without a thought, looking underneath the bushes.

[notamare]

And Liquid will first see a set of eyes. Four sets, actually, as the eight eyed monstrosity is lying right beside Amalthea, growling out at the intruder. Hi. Also, Grr.

The light being blocked with Liquid's presence, followed by the growling of her guardian, drags Amalthea's attention. He'd found her quite a lot more quickly than she thought he would. Still, she cautiously drew back from the opening. "It is you ...?" Sure she heard his voice, and assumed he had been looking for her, but she wasn't sure why.

[ysobritish]

The growling beast was met with a cool look. He made no sudden movements, his eyes adjusting to the darkness underneath quickly. "Amalthea. I thought you'd be here," he mused. Shaking his head, he crawled backwards a little so the light could come in again, revealing his features. "I heard you got shot. Thought you might need some help."