So… the Demigods were joining the fight. It was a miracle! Soluunar was not doomed after all. There was a chance to turn this thing around!<br/><br/>From where he was, Alistair swore the sounds of battle had become amplified. This trench stank horribly of death. There were even some that were still alive down here, groaning, waiting until that moment they drew their last breath. He was sure they would die with pride, knowing that they had done everything they could to fight for all of Soluunar. He couldn’t wait for the fighting to be over so he could climb out of here and be on his merry way. He’d see another battle yet.<br/><br/>Trying to move hurt like a son of a bitch, so he was stuck here for now. It had been pretty reckless of him to charge forward like that, but he felt like he had to do something! Hey, it was better than sitting around staring at those monsters. Or being eaten by them for that matter. Yeah, definitely better than being eaten alive. The corpses around him were enough proof of that; some of them even appeared to be half-eaten.<br/><br/>Alistair thought to himself, maybe it was a good thing he was unable to assess the damage. For all he knew, he could have skin hanging off his body or his intestines hanging out or worse. On the other hand, he knew he had to get out of here as well.<br/><br/>Just when Alistair thought he was getting out of here, there was a loud noise. There were shouts and cries, mostly cries of pain. He closed his eyes and remained still once again in hopes that anyone passing by would think he was dead. That plan seemed to work a hell of a lot better than he had expected; everyone was too busy focusing on the battle to notice him down here. But then again, this plan was thought up by him, in a last minute stroke of generous. Of course people wouldn’t realize he was still alive.<br/><br/>But then, out of nowhere, a Drorghan landed on top of him. His fate was sealed at that very moment, he decided.<br/><br/>Alistair let out a panicked breath. He was going to die! He was going to fucking die, and there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get free. He was going to fucking die and nobody was around to even get him out of here! Fucking bastards…<br/><br/>His genius plan had worked too well.  Part of him wondered if he should have thought this out a little better before he acted… Bah, nonsense. This was the only thing he could do!<br/><br/>Sucking in air, nearly gagging, the shit he was inhaling was absolutely dreadful, he made one final effort to try to wiggle free from this corpse. That was when he heard the snarls from overhead. He paused, swallowing hard. His entire body felt rigid and whatever pain he’d been feeling had completely vanished, replaced by fear. It… it had to be a Tutar! This was it. He really and truly was going to die here in this damned place…<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>As Weylyn fought with spear and fists, he sent out his wolves.<br/><br/>“Find survivors. Save them and bring them back to camp.”<br/><br/>The command was simple and where Falcor felt he had failed the pale-skinned archer, he would not fail another. Not this day. Swift strides and large paws found purchase in blood soaked ground that would not have otherwise worked for a human. Nose to the wind, he scented the air and with a howl took off toward what he hoped would be a survivor.<br/><br/>A pile of dead and disgusting Tutar filled a trench. Smells that made him whine and shy away, but the faintest scent the one that mattered.<br/><br/>The scent of life.<br/><br/>Growls mixed with snarls of frustration the Dire Wolf dug through the bodies that were piled there. At last, he spotted movement and he lurched forth to snatch at a wrist and attempt to pull it free.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Heat and… fangs? Something had latched onto Alistair’s arm.<br/><br/>He let out a yell, unable to hold back his terror any longer. “Let me go,” he screamed, trying to yank his arm away. He thrashed about while he was being dragged out. But any efforts to throw the beast did not seem to deter it. “Foul beast! I’ll skin you alive, I’m warning you!”<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Falcor could not understand just why the human he rescued fought against him. Surely, he had to know that he was there to help at the behest of his Master and pack mate. There was no other reason behind it and yet, this human fought him. The wolf doubted he would ever understand neither them, nor his Master’s fascination when it came to helping them on the rare occasions that they did. Like now, the creature thrashed about in jaws, which caused him to struggle to not slash through his tender and weak human flesh. When he was finally free, the wolf paced back, his head cocked to the side, ears alert as his tongue lolled out of his mouth to just stare at the man. This one he saved, as he was told and sadly, at the moment he did not smell anyone else near that could be saved.<br/><br/>So, with head cocked to the side, his tongue out the side of his mouth, he wagged his tail and waited for the human to speak to him.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Allistair was lying on the ground, face down, muttering incoherently. This was it, he was done for. The beast was going to devour him. Eat him alive! Then he would take his bones back to the Tutar as a trophy… Oh, he wished he could have just slunk away from the battle and taken that nap like he’d wanted to. It would have spared him… this…<br/><br/>When nothing happened, he looked around, only to see the beast (which he had realized was a wolf, a rather large one at that, but still called it a beast regardless) was still there.<br/><br/>He glowered, “What? Are you going to play with your food before eating it? Does this amuse you?”<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>That large wolf lowered its head and whined, more akin to whimpered at the human before him. Tail, wagged slowly from side to side, as he just laid there and whined at the man.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>If this beast was going to eat him, why wouldn’t it just hurry up and do it already?<br/><br/>Alistair just did not understand. He was already fucked, so… Oh. Then again, perhaps it didn’t want to eat him. Maybe he was losing his mind, but perhaps this beast was sent to get him? Nah. He was pretty sure that everyone thought he was dead.<br/><br/>“Wait… you can understand what I’m saying?” He asked the beast, unsure of whether he was losing his mind. Hell, maybe he was already dead. “Oh whatever. I’m out of that filthy trench now. I’ve probably lost my mind but… get me out of here, will you?”<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>The wolf rose to its paws and yipped at the confused man. The tail moved from side to side in a blur of happiness as the man finally got it through its head that he was not going to eat him. Not that he was opposed to eating men, but he had been sent to save others not eat them. Another yip followed as the mighty wolf practically pranced in place before he moved closer to the man and lowered himself down into his stomach. The tail, still moved from side to side, though the pace was slower as it waited for the man to climb atop him so that he could get him away from the battle and to the safety of their camp.<br/><br/>------------------------------------<br/><br/>Alistair gave a grunt, picked himself up off the ground, and slowly mounted the beast. “Good boy,” he muttered. “Let’s go.”<br/><br/>On the way, he was getting mixed feelings. He was alive, and that was great, but he really didn’t want to be seen as a coward for hiding like he had. Oh well. He was sure he would come up with something. He would have come back eventually, well, had he not been buried like that anyway.<br/><br/>He sat up as straight as he could to appear more heroic.<br/><br/>That would just have to be his little secret.