The search for Toby took a fair amount of distance but not too much time, unless you reckoned such matters as a cat, or one who was worried for the person missing. Tybalt found her though, and that was what mattered.
And, as was usual, he found her just in time.
She lay on the ground surrounded by a ground of young changelings. The smell of her blood and the gunpowder from one of their guns hit Tybalt hard. Teeth growing sharp and eyes glowing, he reached for the one speaking; a candela.
"She didn't go down. Shoot her again. I want to see her--URK" she managed before Tybalt's hand grasped her by the throat and lifted her into the air.
"Have we reached the point where my intervention will not get me shouted at for being a meddling tomcat who doesn't respect the boundaries of others?" he asked as he stepped out of the shadows. "I ask to be polite, you realize. There's no way I'm walking away."
"Hi, Tybalt," Toby said, a hand clutching her shoulder where she'd been shot. "Good to see you, too."
Confused and disconcerted at Tybalt's appearance and the casual conversation, one of the remaining changelings shot Toby twice more before they all scattered. Tybalt flung the candela away, forgetting her presence as Toby paled and slunk further down the dirty wall of the alley.
"October!" He called out as he lunged to catch her, his heart frozen with fear and longing. "Toby. Toby? Toby, don't you do this. Don't die. Please. I can't allow...you wouldn't dare..."
"I'm fine," she whispered, feeling her magic rise to heal the wounds. The bullets had passed through her, so the magic shouldn't take too long to heal her...right? "Go after them."
"If you think I'm going to leave you, you're--"
"Right. I'm right."
He could smell the cut grass and copper scent of her magic and knew she was on her way to healing. He also knew she was right, but he'd be damned if he liked the idea. "Fine," he spat, turned, and raced into the dark after the fools to have the temerity to harm his little fish.
He returned from his errand of vigilantism and vengeance somewhat mollified. He'd left them their lives, but they would think twice before daring to attack Toby or selling goblin fruit in his city again.
Unfortunately, Toby was no longer where he'd left her and in looking about for a clue as to the means of her disappearance, he noticed her in the back of a mortal constabulary's vehicle.
Sighing, Tybalt reached for the shadows and opened a road to Toby's home. He needed to tell the others Toby was safe and that someone should go to the police to collect her. On second though, he would volunteer for the task. He and Toby were sorely overdue a conversation about a great many things, not the least of which was where their relationship stood.
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And, as was usual, he found her just in time.
She lay on the ground surrounded by a ground of young changelings. The smell of her blood and the gunpowder from one of their guns hit Tybalt hard. Teeth growing sharp and eyes glowing, he reached for the one speaking; a candela.
"She didn't go down. Shoot her again. I want to see her--URK" she managed before Tybalt's hand grasped her by the throat and lifted her into the air.
"Have we reached the point where my intervention will not get me shouted at for being a meddling tomcat who doesn't respect the boundaries of others?" he asked as he stepped out of the shadows. "I ask to be polite, you realize. There's no way I'm walking away."
"Hi, Tybalt," Toby said, a hand clutching her shoulder where she'd been shot. "Good to see you, too."
Confused and disconcerted at Tybalt's appearance and the casual conversation, one of the remaining changelings shot Toby twice more before they all scattered. Tybalt flung the candela away, forgetting her presence as Toby paled and slunk further down the dirty wall of the alley.
"October!" He called out as he lunged to catch her, his heart frozen with fear and longing. "Toby. Toby? Toby, don't you do this. Don't die. Please. I can't allow...you wouldn't dare..."
"I'm fine," she whispered, feeling her magic rise to heal the wounds. The bullets had passed through her, so the magic shouldn't take too long to heal her...right? "Go after them."
"If you think I'm going to leave you, you're--"
"Right. I'm right."
He could smell the cut grass and copper scent of her magic and knew she was on her way to healing. He also knew she was right, but he'd be damned if he liked the idea. "Fine," he spat, turned, and raced into the dark after the fools to have the temerity to harm his little fish.
He returned from his errand of vigilantism and vengeance somewhat mollified. He'd left them their lives, but they would think twice before daring to attack Toby or selling goblin fruit in his city again.
Unfortunately, Toby was no longer where he'd left her and in looking about for a clue as to the means of her disappearance, he noticed her in the back of a mortal constabulary's vehicle.
Sighing, Tybalt reached for the shadows and opened a road to Toby's home. He needed to tell the others Toby was safe and that someone should go to the police to collect her. On second though, he would volunteer for the task. He and Toby were sorely overdue a conversation about a great many things, not the least of which was where their relationship stood.