The Disconnect

"The Disconnect" is a [SEASON NUMBER] thread written on [IRL DATE].
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Trudging through the snow seemed like a good idea when he started, as it would give Vox and Tree the time they needed to discuss their situation between themselves… but each step he took was dropping his body temperature, even with the cloak he commandeered from the Arnasons.
Hurry the Hel up, Vox.
Despite his current predicament, he felt much more at ease after his conversation with Tree. He had an idea that it wouldn’t be as explosive as he may have once thought, but her words stuck with him. There were still many wounds that needed to be tended to that weren’t surface level, and only time could do that. He continued to conjure up conversation starters for when he spoke with Liam and Kendra, and none of them seemed sufficient enough to keep Liam from going for his throat.
Deserved.
He could see the Great Hall in the distance; it’s familiarity was welcoming, and knowing that his destination was in sight made his hooves feel just a little less heavy. Before he could make any notable distance forward, he could see the faintest outline of a half-breed moving off to the right of the Great Hall. He couldn’t consider what they were doing walking, by any means, as they looked to be executing more of a limp. Though he couldn’t read the situation clearly, it was apparent that the stranger was in need of assistance. He took quicker strides to try and intercept.
“Hey- hey! Over here, are you alright?” Dario bellowed from a distance, noting that the half-breed didn’t response to his call. “Do you need help?”
Blair turned his head just slightly, his eyes performing more of an acknowledgement than the rest of him. His heart was racing, with hands that could not be less still if he tried. Dario was making up the gap with great speed, and it was only a matter of seconds before he would have to confront him. As the stag was within speaking distance, the ferrets tired voice broke.
“P-please… it’s nothing, please leave me alone.”
Dario slowed, but did not stop. He hunched himself slightly as he walked, hoping that a slouched posture would seem less intimidating. The ferret, which became identifiable at this distance, was significantly shorter than he was.
“Hey, it’s alright. If you need help, I can see what I can do. We should probably get out of this cold, to star-”
“No, Dario. Please.” Blair wasn’t looking at the stag; instead, his eyes were averted towards the ground in the opposite direction, with his head angled in a way that obstructed the newly acquired wounds. “It’s not safe here. Ye’ need to run, now.”
Hearing his name from the stranger sent a chill down his spine, more surprisingly felt through the already cold climate. There was a grim haste in his tone.
“How… how do you know who I am? What is going on?”
“Please, just trust me. There’s isn’t time fer me ta’ explain.” Blair had unknowingly turned to completely face Dario, revealing his gashes to the deer. The desperation in his voice was clear, despite barely speaking above a whisper. “I can’t help ye’ if you do not fuckin’ run right now.”
The stag heard every word from Blair, and though the muscles in his body commanded him to turn and hoof it as hard as could, he could not ignore the wound that was practically begging to be tended to. Dario stepped forward carefully, trying not to alarm the ferret, and raised a hand to his cheek. A soft whisper caused it to glow steadily, and before he could make contact, the mustelid pushed him away as hard as he could.
“Are ye’ deaf? Go! Now!” Blair could not contain his voice now, yelling as loud as he could with his eyes welling up in his frustration. “You will die, Dario. Sylar is-”
Before he could finish his words, the familiar half-breed form swooped down and forced a kick against Blair’s head, nearly striking in the same spot he had wounded before. The impact rendered the ferret unconscious without question, and upon landing, Sylar turned his attention to his primary target.
“He is a fool.” A wing motioned to the now still half-breed, sprawled out on the snow-laden ground. The hawk half-breed kicked additional snow onto a motionless Blair. “Running would have gotten you nowhere. I would rather have not wasted my energy on him, but he has worn out his use to me.”
Sylar spared little time, trudging purposefully towards Dario. The deer, breathing heavily and staggering backwards as quickly as he could, began an incantation. Before he could complete it, the hawk swiped at his hands. Sharp cuts formed on the back of his left hand, and Dario instinctively threw his hands out and fumbled back as quickly as he could without falling. There was no chance he would outpace Sylar; even with this knowledge, he turned to face away and began his sprint. The first moments of full force exertion gave Dario the impression that he may just be able to outrun the hawk, but this revelation was short lived, as the grip of talons on his borrowed cloak yanked him to a dead halt. Sylar gripped the deer’s wrists with one set of talons while holding the other set to his neck, gripping enough to cause instant panic.
“You move any more, and you die where you stand. I will not repeat the missteps of our past meetings again.” Sylar waited to see if Dario would attempt any sort of escape, but he could feel nothing but a strong heartbeat and alarmingly fast respirations. “Take me somewhere secluded, immediately. Don’t try anything smart with me.”
Dario had clenched his eyes shut, confident that Sylar would slash his neck at the first opportunity and leave him to bleed out in the snow. With much reservation, he opened them slightly, seeing Blair still compromised and prone.
“But he-”
“We leave him, stag.” The grip of Sylar’s talons became more unbearable the longer Dario refused to move. “Do not find yourself in the same predicament.”
He couldn’t fight him off. Any attempt to use his hands for an incantation would cause Sylar to kill him before he could complete it, and there was no chance of Vox making this journey quickly enough to find him here. He had to comply.
“O-okay. I will take you.” With his voice distressed and panicked, Dario tried to angle his head in a way that would relieve pressure, but Sylar’s talons followed. Time was running out. “I think- I think I know where to go.”
Dario began stepping as far as he could with the hawk’s grips still rendering him helpless. It was not far at all, but at their current rate of travel, it would feel like an eternity. As they forged on, Dario caught sight of the ferret one more time, his attention drawn to the wound he wasn’t able to mend.
Hearing the sound of steps trailing away from him, Blair remained still and barely cognizant of current happenings. He twitched his nose, while forcing a cough to clear his lungs. The ferret chose not to move; instead, feeling the cold settle into his core, hoping that the drop in his internal temperature would lull him into an endless sleep before he would be killed at the hands of another.