"What, do you think YOU were the leader, asshole?"
Kyoya closed his eyes out of pure frustration, his jaw clamping hard and his mouth turned even more sour. He heard the dragon slither towards him and stop to block his path.
Uuugh. The incompetent shit-slick.....
Kyoya sighed deeply- a long, strained sigh that painted a picture of how tiresome the dragon was even before opening his glazed over eyes. Tilting his head up, his unimpressed gaze moved up and met Antons' furious glare.
"Ty was leading us this entire fucking time, you shit-kicking cock! And if you think you're any better than her, at least she wasn't toting around a rabid fucking carcass with her as her own personal sex doll!" He gestured towards the bloodied Umbreon with a wing. Kyoyas' gaze did not waver however, but instead grew hotter with the mention of the fox.
"That THING is a ticking time bomb, waiting to murder us all in our sleep, and what do you do? You protect it, with your own life, even! It's fucking disgusting-- those things are killing everyone, remember!? So if you're actually going to pretend to start actually being a leader to us, wrench your head out of the rotten ass you've plunged it in and KILL THE THREAT FIRST!"
Kyoyas' fur stood on end and sparked with violent bursts of electricity as he exploded. "YOU FUCKING INCOMPETENT, COWARDLY, POMPOUS IGNORAMUS-!"
"STOP IT!" The human shouted in a teary desperation, the sound coming out hoarse from his raw throat. "BOTH OF YOU. Haven't you all had enough?! The last bitch fest, which was only a few minutes ago, nearly brought a building down on top of us. Another power struggle is just going to make things worse!"
Kyoyas' gaze was fiery as it turned on the human, a stronger burst of crackling energy fired off of his lithe form. The human was playing with real fire- the ram wanted any real excuse to fry anything in his way, but he reluctantly admitted that he had a point. Kyoya fumed, his breath angrily escaping from his lungs and through bared teeth. His gaze cooled as he discharged as much electricity as he could off his sparking pelt, narrowly avoiding the water they had all been standing in. "We just....we just did this. Please just let it go for now. If you want to kill each other later that's fine. But please, can we at least agree to all get somewhere safer first?"
Kyoya loosened his clenched fists, his gaze turning to the moaning pillars above before returning to the contemptible dragon.
"Fine." He spat, turning away angrily and took a few steps out of the building before halting. His thin shoulders and striped ears fell. "...Don't hurt him, he's been through enough..." He pleaded, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "He's alive. He has a heartbeat...and he's no longer infected. He's been cured." Never looking behind him, he tread dejectedly towards the sad, dry meadow ahead.
I hope you know what the hell you're doing...
Plague struggled to keep himself from being tossed forever into a void that he knew he could never come back from. He felt it constantly- he felt his paws walking on the knifes' edge of sanity every day. No matter how far he ran, he could never escape horrors beyond his imagining, scarring his brain until there was nothing left but a lump of scars. His body was rigid as he stared at the empty space where the skinned dog was. His breath quickened and became shallow and fast. The smell of burning flesh was so thick he could taste it. He stood frantically, bile rising into his throat and pouring the scarce contents of his stomach into the dark waters. Blood poured from the bite wound as he choked and gasped. He groaned in pain and horror as he stared at it, the blood from his wounds mingling thickly together.
His gasps suddenly cut off as his heart skipped painfully in his chest. His vision became sharp as he tried to comprehend the haunt. Over and over, that small utterance was repeated in his mind, looping into each other until it was a garble. Flashes of an enormous Jolteon, scarred and savage. A small, gray eevee, carrying the same ruthlessness upon his small maw. Fear. A pale, lavender fox, terrified. And...
"Shizu?..." He whispered, his crimson intense gaze meeting the others' familiar sapphire eyes. The name felt alien on his tongue, but it sent violent shocks through his brain. "No....no no no..." He whimpered, his face fixed in anguish beneath his mask. He stumbled back, falling down with a shallow splash as his legs hit a demolished table. He narrowed his eyes as he stared even harder at the large fox before him, incredulity and horror coloring his gaze.
".......R-Rei..?" He whimpered, the name on his lips intensifying the tremors shaking his front legs. He regarded the fox with new eyes, confused at his unknown form. "Rei?..." He repeated, the truth hitting him in the chest. "How...what..." His mind was reeling as memories long passed flooded his brain. He bared his teeth in pain as he shook his head in protest. "You...you left us..." He said as tears mixed with the rain trickling down his disfigured face.
A wounded Espeon, much larger than him. Thin grass was wet underneath his feet. He looked to his earthen-toned paws and they were red with blood. The soil was soaked and the grass tinted crimson. Tears blurred his vision as he ran towards the retreating figures and stopped. He cried out in a childs' voice in desperation and terror, but they never came back.
"You left mother...!" He cried, stumbling to his feet and shoving past the ethereal fox as he clumsily threw himself away from him. He collided with slabs of broken stone each time his legs gave out from under him, leaving dark smears of crimson raking over the pale rocks.