The hell had happened to him? Wounded like that, AND looking enraged at her. Did she do something? Or is it because she wasn’t there to protect him?
And then she smelled it. Yorik’s smell all over him, and her face paled.
Protective and panicked, Darck hisses and grunted, having to grab onto a tree to help yank herself up to her feet. Violently shaking in place, but managing to stand. Staring Dark Jak down.
“What’s… Wrong. What happened.”
Entire voice strained, she was trying like hell to speak clearly/. Wheezing. Blood staining her teeth and corner of her mouth. It looked like she’d been through hell and back.
At her movement he stood, albeit a bit uneasily himself. He growled, claws sliding out of his fingertips. His stance, along with an added hiss, was a clear warning - don’t move.
