Angelo Tells His Former Boss He Quits...
Blackfur has decided to take a long walk, walks clear the mind right? He mutters to himself.
Angelo is looking over the edge of the water, he decided to leave the abbey, weather that was wise or unwise he didn’t know, but he felt drawn to leave, to check on a friend.
Blackfur looks up and grins, his lucky day as he slips out a sword and walks up behind him “Been away haven’t you?...where have you been Angelo?"
Angelo turns slowly and sees Blackfur, he makes a fist and glares at him, and he takes a step closer "Yeah, been away...away from you, and I am glad...know what..I don’t work for you anymore, I quit..How is that, like that?"
Blackfur eyes narrow as he listens to his words, he hisses "You too?..What is with all the quitting, abandoning,....betraying me!" he spits the last couple words.
Angelo gets a bit braver as he smirks “ You’re not liked...too bad, so sad."He holds on to a dagger and goes to stab Blackfur.
Blackfur moves out of the way and goes to slice across the stoat’s chest and grin.
Angelo errks as he stumbles backwards, the blade leaves a slice on his right side, he goes to kick at the cat swiftly and throw a dagger at his neck.
Blackfur growls low, the dagger misses his neck but does go into his already injured shoulder blade, his eyes narrow at the stoat and he raises the blade and goes to charge him.
Angelo goes to sidestep but some ice makes it slippery and he slides, he crashes into the railing and pants, the force cracking a rib and he yelps in pain and holds his side.
Blackfur grins in delight and goes to kick Angelo in the gut area, he smirks “You die tonight"
Angelo is kicked hard in the gut area and stumbles into the bride railing again, he spits up blood and coughs weakly, he trys to keep on his feet, but falls to his knees.
Blackfur smiles coldly and is right in front of his face instantly and grabs him by the collar, he smiles coldly as he twirls his sword “I win...you lose" He stabs downwards towards his chest and then let’s go of him.
Angelo goes to try and kick him again, his eyes go wide as the blade stabs him in the chest and punctures a lung, he coughs up blood and as he is dropped he shivers some and stays fairly still.
Blackfur smiles coldly, he decides to put the blade away and watches the stoat “Betrayers don’t live long Angelo...do enjoy what little time you have left" he goes to walk away.
Angelo coughs up blood and speaks..N..Neither does..slavers." he struggles to get a breath in as he talks, his eyes half shut and his voice is cold towards the cat.
Blackfur stops and looks back to him,"Oh?..." he says and chuckles coldly “No one would dare face me, I am not scared, of any beast.." he watches him and then loses intrest"Goodbye Angelo..." he then walks off without a 2nd look.
====This added on as what happen shortly after Blackfur left, well seems Angelo was found and got help===
The snow has been kicked up here and some stains of red are on it, the stoat sitting with his back against the bridge, his side has a gash, and he coughs up some blood, he breaths in and closes his eye as that hurts, his eyes are half closed and he isn’t moving..Hardly at all, good idea at the time, went wrong pretty quick.
Maythus sighs and shakes his head, his cloak twisted a little from being put on quickly. Bag at an awkward angle. "Ye' know, I do feel pain too." He squats down in front of Angelo and cups his face with a paw. "I can also see things, when they happen. Tat's why I don' get sleep."
Angelo makes eye contact with Maythus, he coughs up a little blood and frowns.."B...Bla" he tries to speak but doesn't get out much, he closes his eyes more starting to get a slight distant look in them, he is still alive...barely.
Maythus nods, wrinkling his lip in anger. "I know who did it, Angelo. Right now im gonna keep ye' alive." He gets his bag off his shoulder, plopping it down on the ground. "Ye' are gonna make many a candle for seasons to come." He starts rummaging through the behemoth of a bag, coming up with a small knife and a bottle of clear liquid.
Angelo watches him, he frowns at the knife but is too weak to protest it, he just stays quiet isn’t like he can walk away.
Maythus reaches over and rubs the stoats nose, "Don' worry, only way I’ll keep ye' alive is if I get to what is worst." He uncorks the bottle and sniffs it, making a face. Gently pouring the strong extract on the wound, he dribbles some on the blade as well. "Ye' shouldn' feel any pain m'lad. After today, ye' get a day off. Them 'ares can find the bloomin' place themselves. I'll risk me life to keep 'em from draggin' ye' out of the abbey."
Angelo goes to say something but his eyes close slowly and he goes limp, he is still alive as the weak breathing shows that, he doesn’t feel any pain so is able to hold still without any sudden jerks.
Maythus sighs, making a quick clean slice with the knife. He gently lifts the skin up, revealing the mess of Blackfur's assault. "Sorry m'lad, this may 'urt a bit." He digs through his bag and comes up with puffs of cotton, taking one at a time and gently putting them in the wound.
Angelo manages a whimper, this is probably going to hurt a great deal when he finally wakes up, but as he is unconscious basically he won’t be waking any time soon, in fact he slowly slips into a deep faint which could be good but at the same time bad.
Maythus finishes stuffing the wound, putting the rest of the cotton in his bag. He gets a needle and thread out, putting the skin back in its place. He starts sewing large wide stitches, so without difficulty those at the Abbey can just snip a couple and be done with it.
Angelo moves slightly, his breathing still unsteady and is now in a deep faint which he will stay in for a few days. At least he won’t be feeling any pain right away .
Maythus finishes off the wide stitches, snipping the rest of the string off with his teeth. Tying off the stitch. He puts his supplies back in his bag, and puts it over his shoulder. Maythus scoops up Angelo beneath the knees and back, starting back to the Abbey, "Ye' know, thinkin' of candles jus' gave me an idea on 'ow to getcher healed up."
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