Finding What Was Lost

A little scene from my NaNo inspired by an image that I found on the WriYe DreamWidth.

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It wasn’t very often that Dermot was sent out on a patrol.  As a member of the third division, his focus was on central security.  That meant that he spent most of his time within the towns that surrounded the Palace of Love and the complex of buildings out of which the hunters lived and worked.

However, he was also well aware that the attacks in the outer districts had put everyone on edge.  One division simply wasn’t enough to keep the area secure under such a threat.  So, his squad was sent out to patrol an area that normally would have fallen to a squad within the second division.

54-b51afcfd5dHe was just glad that everything was quiet.  He didn’t fancy encounter any strange apparitions or unexpected trouble.  Actually, it was quite beautiful.  They could see the sun starting to brighten the sky.  The ocean lay off towards the horizon.  Between them and the sea there was a field of beautiful flowers.  He cast a glance at his partner and frowned.  Robert’s brows were drawn down low over his eyes and he was staring at something ahead of them.  “What is it?” he asked, turning to follow Robert’s gaze.

“I don’t know,” Robert said.  He looked up at one of the lovebirds in the trees above them.  “Declan,” he called.  “There’s something out here.  Finley and I are going to check it out.”

“Keep me apprised,” the squad leader replied.

Dermot bit his lip and took a few steps forward.  Then, he spotted the same thing that Robert had seen.  It was a pale flesh-toned form laid out in the brush.  “Sweet Fates,” he breathed, quickening his pace.  He dropped to his knees as soon as he reached the too-still form.  He knew immediately that it was a fox: golden hair and three tails.  “Ronan,” he said, turning the older man over.

Ronan moaned softly and then coughed.  His cheeks were flushed with fever.  It was clear that he was having an attack of his illness.  Dermot didn’t bother questioning how he might have come to be nude and in the middle of the forest.  He was, for the moment, alive and in need of help.

“Fates preserve,” Robert gasped.  He looked up at the lovebird again.  “Declan, it’s Ronan Kennedy and he’s in a bad way.  We need Brady out here right away!”

“On my way,” Sorley snapped, managing to sound irate instead of worried.

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