some writing w/ the Carthus au! i know i've never really showed any of my writing before but here goes nothing just because I know a lot of people have been asking for more context on a lot of things!
please be warned this might not be to my greatest abilities just because it's currently 3 am and i'm going right to bed after this :')
Monty didn't expect to find himself at the border again. It was like staring off the edge of the world itself; cracks and burns nestling themselves into the earth beneath him to signify that he wasn't welcome in this plane of existence, accompanied by a gate that locked whatever was in this dark world inside. He had created this seal. This barrier; something that could never be broken without the help of the Key. He was sure that he hid the Key somewhere nobody would end up finding it.
Slowly, he took steps down the gate and started listening to the snow crunch beneath his feet. Each step seemed treacherous and long, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head just so he wouldn't get too cold. He watched his breath puff out in front of him and dissipate before his eyes. Clouds of smoke seemed fitting here, seeping into the cracks that scarred this once untainted land.
With his hands stuffed in his pockets, he lifted his head just slightly. Not wanting to walk too far, he stopped just short of a small, wooded area. Reality was whatever he would make of it, so it wasn't as if he could get lost that bad. Still, knowing he had to go home at some point, he turned, ready to walk back home and follow his footsteps.
Well- he was.
Monty stopped in his tracks as he stepped past a soft bush that seemed to have noises and rustling coming from it. Noises which sounded like something in distress, squealing and whimpering. It didn't sound like anyone he knew, nor any child he knew for that matter; But he could tell it was young.
Giving in, he turned towards the bush and slowly walked over, letting out a huff to try and get the frigid air out of his lungs. He stared at the bush rustling in front of him for a moment or two before prying open the branches with his fingers.
Adjusting his glasses, he found himself staring down at a small, injured, and scared baby Apothicon. Taken aback, he felt himself tense, eyes widening a little as he looked over the little creature with cuts from both branches and some sort of outside force sitting in the small brush. And man, was it loud. It shrieked and squealed as soon as it saw Monty stare down at it, it's tentacles curling up around it as two horns slowly poked out of the sides of their head with stingers propped on the end of them.
Monty's morals were telling him to just leave the child; it would only cause havoc and confusion between their races if he were to take it back with him. Though, his better half was yelling at him in his head about making sure that the baby is safe and okay. He wasn't sure why he felt so inclined to care for it.. But he allowed the better part of him to attempt to pick it up.
Attempt number one: Failed.
Monty hissed, yoinking his hands back as he shook one out of pain. He held his wrist as he felt his hand begin to pulse with pain, inhaling sharply. " Holy shit.. " He mumbled, flexing his hand as he watched a cyan colored liquid seep from a small puncture wound in his palm. He hoped it wasn't venom or poison.
Hesitantly, Monty slowly made his way back over. He pulled the mitten part of his gloves over his fingers, staring at the little hissing and spitting creature in front of him.
Attempt two; Success. For now.
He scooped up the child into his arms, being careful of the horn-like stingers that poked from the sides of his head. The fabric of his jacket was much too thick for his stingers to pierce through and sting his chest, so he wasn't too worried about the baby attacking his torso. His hand was still pulsing, but he ignored the stinging feeling, knowing he'd take out the small stinger once he reached home.
Turning, he started to walk, using a single, gentle thumb to run over the back of it's head. Not only to check for any more injuries, but also just to calm the baby in general. It worked just slightly, the baby's cries slowing down and allowing it to breathe a little more slowly.
" Shh.. shhshh.. " He mumbled, looking down at it. It seemed like it had been only just put there, all the scratches covering it's body from the struggle of trying to get out of the bush.
" It's.. Uh- " He lifted his head, staring at the white trail in front of him. " I'll take care of you.. " Monty mumbled. " You're.. Going to be okay. "
