"please...Calm down." (Hello, hello! New to blog, hope you don't mind c :)
Wilson growls, baring his teeth.Ā āNo.ā He hisses, glaring at Willrick. What a strange man. But, this was no time for Wilson to think about who he was. He had the audacity to try and command him? Wilson flexes his claws, readying himself for whateverWillrick would do next.
Willrick gulped know he would be torn to shreds in seconds if he didnāt do something fast. His eyes darted around looking for one of his stray potions he could use. He kept his spear pointed at Wilson even though he knew it would be feeble. In a split second he grabbed the nearest potion and threw it at him. There was not enough time to figure out if it was one of his many healing elixirs or one of his harming ones. All he knew was that it would blind him enough to escape.
Wilson hisses angrily, taken aback. He hadnāt expected Willrick to fight back! He paws at his face, trying to get all ofā¦ whatever he had thrown at Wilson off of him. He couldnāt see and, like an animal, growled and thrashed around in a blind panic. This was not a great situation- Willrick might see him as weak enough to attack. Using one of his clawed hands, he swipes out in Willrickās general direction. Heās pretty sure he feels something hit, and grins through the pain in his eyes.
Willrick yelped in pain feeling a massive pain in his side. Instantly he felt blood and lots of it. Collapsing to his feet he desperately looked around for a healing elixir. Gasping for air he started feeling more faint. Everything blackened and the searing pain soon faded.
Wilson couldnāt hear Willrick, which was probably a good sign. Either heād left, or heād hit his target. He wipes his face, and can finally open his eyes without feeling too much pain. At first, he doesnāt really realize what heās done. Oh, wow. He tilts his head to the side, looking at the mess heās made. He hadnāt really meant to mess this guy up that bad- he seemed like heād be fun to observe. But, oh well. Was he still aliveā¦? Probably not. There was a lot of blood. He felt kind of bad.
Willrick became less and less aware of his surroundings. He weaved in and out of reality. How had he been such a fool to let this happen. It was his fault for being so weak. Perhaps it was deaths way of payback for all the rabbits and monsters he had to eat to survive. Blood flowed quickly from his wounds and staining his clothes. The pain was ebbing up his whole side making it impossible to feel anything else.
Wilson leans down, looking at the man closely. Oh, Jesus Christ. Heās alive. His mind reals back into reality. Do not hurt anybody- that was something he had to keep reminding himself. He hadnāt thought in the moment, heād just been so angry and so starved of destruction. Oh, fuck. He feels his anger ebb away, leaving him distraught at what heād done. What was he supposed to do?! He looked at all the bottles that had tumbled away from the man when he fell. Most of them were broken, but some were still intact. He grabbed one of the bottles with his large, clawed hands. Either this would save Willrick, or just kill him. Either one was alright.Ā
Willrick coughed and chocked on the sudden intake of his potion. Managing to get it down he felt the pain in his side slowly start to fade. It was still extreamly painful, but at least it was more manager. His mind was too fuzzy to even begin to put 2 and 2 together. His vision was blurry, but a voice in the back of his mind kept saying to survive. In a split moment he grabbed the spear he was holding before the incident and managed to give his attacker a mild wound on his side. It couldnāt even begin to compare to the one he had, but dammit he was going to put a fight for once in his life.
Wilson hisses as he feels the spear hit him, and his mind blurs with anger. No, he scolds himself, trying to get himself to calm down. He deserved that one. Dark black blood bleeds out of his wound- which did not seem normal, heād have to look into that. But, it was a good thing Willrick seemedā¦ Alright. He didnāt know what he would do with himself if he killed another person. Although, now that Willrick was not dying, he realized that, crap, Willrick might try to actually kill him, and now he couldnāt bring himself to hurt him. Oh, well. He really did deserve it. He backs up a bit, waiting for Willrick to get up.
Willrick used the spear to help him up. He bowled himself into a chest he kept for any of his harming potions and quickly threw the glass vile at Wilson. He was still to weak and his aim was wildly off. Coughing and heaving Willrick attempted another swing missing yet again. Once more he mustered all the strength and life he had in him. Hitting air once more he twirled around a few times before falling back to the ground with a loud thud. He hissed in pain as the glass shards of his workspaces reminds dug into his sharp flesh.
āCalm down!ā Wilson hisses, trying to control himself. Willrick was really going to get himself hurt, or, by some miracle, hurt Wilson. Although, he seemed too disoriented to really do any intended damage to Wilson.Ā āNothing is trying to hurt you. Save your strength.ā He growls, although heās trying to help the man. He was fighting himself to keep his monster side in check, and was honestly too exhausted to try and be kind.
āPiss off,ā Willrick hiss. Normally the docile and calm potion maker never lashed out. Let alone curse, but he was livid. His breath was still ragged and he mind was still not in its rightful place. āWerenāt you the bloody asshole who just gashed my side? Somehow ānothing is trying to hurt youā sounds a little less sincere coming from your mouth.ā Willrick held his side in a futile attempt to stop his bleeding. āFucking hypocriteā¦ā He quietly cough out.
Wow, what a bitch. Wilson saved him, and for this? ā¦ Well, he did try to kill him in the first place. Whatever. He wasnāt in his right mind when he attacked Willrick. Did he not understand that?Ā āWell, nothings trying to hurt you now.ā He says, scowling at the man.Ā āChill the fuck out.ā
āFucking Christ thatās what I said to you before you decided āhey! Letās try and fucking kill him!ā If your just going to stand there like a gaping idiot than make yourself useful and get me some guaze and elixirās. Both are in the first chest, or are you going to try and kill that too?ā Willrick hissed trying to calm down, but after being attacked as bad as he did it wasnāt helping. āGoddamn mood swings much?ā
Boy, this guy sure was testing Wilsonās patience. Although he was pretty much back to normal, he could feel himself slipping every time he spoke rudely to him.Ā āGet yourself together,ā he scolds himself.Ā āYou know whatāll happen if you donāt.ā Ā āFine. Alright.ā Although heās angry, his obedient nature and need to be liked forces him to obey, even if the well being of this random man who attacked him didnāt mean anything to him. He doesnāt know what to do with both of the things he asked for, so he just hands them to Willrick, silently. Fucker had to do his own work.
āAt least your good for something,ā Willrick grumbled. He started cleaning his wounds and fixing the gauze his wounds.Ā āI do hope you realize that I wouldnāt have to be doing this if it werenāt for you.ā Hissing in pain he stopped wrapping his wound and left it as it was for now. Once he was done he downed a few things of elixir hoping to bring him to a better position. He still didnāt trust Wilson and rightfully so, due to the incident not long ago.Ā
