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[relented]

Characters: Moth citheronia and Radios (And Kitten) relented [Semi-Closed; Ask oocly first]
Location: Deck 06
Date: Present
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Radios and Kitten (but mostly Kitten) are off to save Moth.

The log:

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[citheronia]

Moth sat, pressed back against the wall, one leg completely shattered in front of him, the other shoving uselessly against the floor in a frantic attempt to get away from the monster in front of him.

It was huge and twisted and it was going to hurt him again, lift those things that should be hands but aren't and break him to bits--and he wouldn't die. He couldn't die, this much he knew. He could get crushed and he'd still lay there, writhing and gurgling but alive. That thought scared him more than the realization that he can be actually hurt by this thing, and he'd never been hurt by anything that didn't have an energetic charge before, he didn't know he could

[relented]

Someone he didn't know. Someone who could hurt him. No, now was time to assist someone he didn't know. No matter what, he was hurt, and he needed help. The monsters would get him if he didn't help this foreign individual.

Nodding at Kitten, Kitten quickly ran down the hallway, the monsters following him. He would return and come back in a moment, but for now, Radios used any and all the mental strength he had to head towards Moth. He peeked his head down towards moth quickly, offering him his hand.

Moth looked rather unique, and very foreign, from his far taller height to his very skin color and ears. Still, observations could be made later-- they had to get out of here.

[citheronia]

He took Radios' hand without question and held tight, pulling to try to move just a little, to get away--getawaygetawaygetaway--and get somewhere safe. He didn't know this person, but it didn't matter because help was help and he needed it now more than anything

[relented]

Contact. For a moment, Radios flinched, but after a moment he disregarded it. He let out a small frown at the terrified individual with him, but that didn't stop him for long.

The moment Kitten turned back towards them, having a good twenty foot lead on the creatures following him, Radios used his spare physical strength to help him up onto Kitten's back. There was barely enough room for both of them, and Radios pushed his hands forward, hugging moth and holding onto Kitten tightly as Kitten started running, letting out a small silent sound akin to a squeak.

[citheronia]

Moth let himself be moved, hopping a little to help, and clung to Kitten as they started to move. They ran past his flashlight and he clenched his eyes shut as everything in front of him went dark.

It was okay. His leg was gone and he was riding a giant cat-creature through the dark with a boy he didn't know, but it was okay. He was okay.

No. No, he wasn't okay. But he was...safe?

He was safe. In the dark.

He swallowed, took a shuddering breath. Let the adrenaline racing through him calm, let his heartrate slow, let the bleeding from his stump of a leg lessen just slightly.

He opened his eyes, looked out into the dark, and even though it was still terrifying--dark at his front and death at his back--he still knew he was safe. For now, even just for right now, it was all right. The air smelled of blood and pain and death, but it was all right. The dead came back, the injured could be fixed. Lost pieces could be replaced. He almost managed to smile.

Webbed fingers clung tighter to thick fur, and Moth was safe.