Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

Jackson's body fought to stay conscious, his eyes barely peeked open as it tried to reactivate itself, the words almost inaudible from the severe ringing in his ears. His mind couldn't form a single coherent thought, the entirety of his consciousness a swimming sea of chaotic blurred images if this what they talked about when one's life flashed before their eyes, then Jackson was more than a little disappointed, or rather he would have been. And for him, this seemed like it was it He was to be a pack slave, endlessly bred and fed to account for the losses he inflicted upon them. His feeble mind and body couldn't even react as an unknown third figure the fray though he could tell something was being killed, the scent of iron characteristic of blood faintly tickling his nostrils. Was it his own? Someone else's? He didn't know...And he was honestly too tired to care, too tired to revel in the fact that someone might have actually found him. Even when the remaining Wolves scattered after the Alpha fell, the scant vestiges of bodily energy, he couldn't even make out the face of the one that intervened on his behalf. Moments later, his consciousness slipped again, this time more deeply, the last thing he felt was a lifting sensation...Finally to heaven, the last thought of his mind before it slipped into darkness. For the next few days, the world was kind enough to grant him slumber True slumber, the deep kind that refreshed the body. His wounds tended to, the broken bones expertly set and cast in some kind of strange clay, the left side of his head wrapped in bandages to deal with the compression and the cuts across his face. His armor having been destroyed in the previous battle, along with all of his weapons, the only thing he had on him was the bodysuit...but even that was gone, shredded and used to create slings for his injuries. Yes, dear Jackson Whitelock certainly looked like he should have died long before even this point The ribs on his body showed all too clearly, his face thin and the bags under his eyes blacker than coal. Even after being force-fed mashed-up concoctions of berries and meat, he still had a long way to go in terms of recovery. And yet here he slept, recovering thanks to the strange creature that saved his life. Though that was soon to come to an end, the soldier stirring as he felt something pushing on his mouth he could barely move, but his eyes stirred before flickering open to reveal the green irises. A loud yawn made the hand poke the inside of his cheek, the instinct surprise bite nearly chomping her fingers as the teeth burst the grape, herself pulling the hand away in time. A sweet explosion erupted in his mouth, the juice unfortunately making him have a coughing fit before finally settling down...His eyes then took in the wooden ceiling... Wait, wood?! Adrenaline surged through him, making his body scream in agony and succeeding in only shaking a little as a pained groan left his throat, eyes looking around as fast as they...Which in this case seemed more like lazily gazing at nothing. The focus then then drifted to his right to see a new face The picture was clear, and it was clearly another Mamono, her expression one of clear disinterest and boredom. But it wasn't a Wolf...So what the fuck was it? A small and very tired-sounding 'Tch' finally sounded from his lips, before long taking in the fact that he was naked save for the tight white underwear that hid very little and unintentionally showed off his 'prize'. Something the Wolves would have enjoyed quite well had they succeeded in taking him. But now it was this...thing's time. Even though his body was virtually lifeless save for the small twitches in his extremities, he could tell many parts were broken...And with how badly his head was pounding, he wouldn't be surprised if there was a concussion to boot. His voice was hoarse, scratchy and exhausted, as he then asked rather rudely Where the fuck am I? though the words were more mouthed due to his fatigue. Whoever this Mamono monster was, she would find him fairly uncooperative.