(Wyngro) Trauma (Part 3)

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8 (this piece) [Socks + Starz]

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It had all happened too fast.

One moment Farren was happily trotting down the hallway, thoughts lifted with the kind words Träumer had left him with, and still buzzing with the strange anxious excitement. The next, Hound's teeth were buried to the gums in the base of his neck, and he was wrenched with such force that it lifted him off his paws before being slammed back down to the floor face-first.

Dazed and stunned by the sudden pain that wracked his young body, it took him several beats to find the motivation to push himself onto his knees, free claw touching his stinging cheek while warmth spread down and around his shoulders, his ears pounding and neck throbbing all in time with his heartbeat. Focusing through welling tears, his gaze moved to the sound of a new struggle, as well as to see where his assailant had moved off to.

A sharp inhale sounded from the wyngling as he saw Socks, on the floor, with a matching injury to his, and with Hound looming over her. Chilling dread fell over him, making the pain and Träumer's words alike all feel so far away as he processed the scene. Slowly he found himself trembling while unbidden tears finally spilled over his lids.
She had come for him.
She had gotten hurt because of him.
All of this happened because of him.
It was all his fault. Not just this, but everything, from Harmony to Hound. Be it because of his selfish need to walk away from the group, or his stupid shawl. That was part of it, as well, and he knew it! He knew from the moment she put it on that the shawl was recognizably similar to his, and it would make her a target. But he'd said nothing, done nothing. He shouldn't have agreed to make it.
If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't be hurt, wouldn't be a target.
If he weren't b-

"Well, pipsqueak? What're you going do about it?" Hound spat, his words and uncomfortably close sneering visage bringing him out of his thoughts and stilling the tremble as Farren looked at him. For a few beats he stared, unblinking. He wanted so badly to do... something, he didn't know what. Tell him off? Anything.

So he turned, and he ran. Much like their first meeting. Much like how he dealt with everything.

What are you doing? Some part of his mind cried.
Going back to Träumer. There's nothing I can do, he replied.
You're not going to help her?
No.. I can't. I'll just make it worse. I'll make something worse.
...
You know she hates you now, right? She watched you choose to abandon her.
He was distracted by a sob-induced hiccup he couldn't seem to suppress.
That's for the best. The sooner she stops being around me, the better.

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"Farren! What happened?!" Träumer, who had since sorted things out with Alma, spotted him- and the red staining his shoulders- from afar.
He was silent at first other than the occasional uncontrollable noise, and he avoided looking at her.
"Can we just leave..." He murmured unsteadily, not wanting to bring up Socks- he wasn't sure he could handle facing her again if he brought an adult to her.
Selfish coward, his thoughts reminded him.

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Socks belongs to candyXcorn 
Blood Hound belongs to MrCriticism 
Träumer (not shown) belongs to WarriorsFanGirl1920
Farren belongs to me
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