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Qorr ran through the battlefield, slipping from cover to cover. He lifted his eyes, watching the inter-dimensional scar still ripping the sky open, the skyscrapers around it full of broken windows from the busts of energy emitted from the open gorge. The wolf had mostly been trained for the normal kind of war: guns, bombs, tanks, attack, retreat. Meanwhile, this situation was more like lasers, demonic beasts and inversion of gravity.
The 28-years-old brown wolf sat down, doing another check-up on his gun, ears perked up. Cooper had disappeared in the mayhem a while ago, and while he was completely confident the Prodigal could fend for himself, he stayed worried. Not only was Cooper his responsibility, he was also his friend.
“Fraterly, come in,” a weak voice came through his radio. Pushing his finger into his ear, Qorr huffed softly, clutching his gun against his chest. “Fraterly in, base. You got something for me?” He waited for the static to subside, and the voice came in again. “Cooper’s fighting some sort of dragon made of lightning near Cheerleader Square, to the East. Make sure he’s got it.”
“Rodger,” the wolf said, running out of his hiding place and down the street, keeping his profile low as sounds of chaos and violence erupted left and right. The city had been evacuated the day prior, and a lot of abandoned cars littered the street... as well as the occasional body. Turning the corner, he blinked as about 30 feet away from him, a car was violently shoved into the side of a building, crashing through the glass. Keeping a safe distance, he focused on the sound, trying to distinguish the zebra boy’s battle cry in the midst of the destruction.
Qorr had always been a little frightened of Cooper. In theory, anyone should be scared of him. He was a being designed for war, gifted with immeasurable strength and weapons, and whose powers were fueled by anger. Let’s just say the wolf and his superiors were very happy the horse had been “programmed” to be on their side, protect and obey them. However, the amount of demise Cooper was capable of scared pretty much everyone. Thank god his empathy was growing day after day.
Qorr was ready to try and get closer, when he perfectly heard Cooper’s voice resonating through the air. However, it wasn’t a scream of excited rage like it usually was. This was pure pain. “Cooper!” the brown wolf couldn’t help but yell, holding his gun ready, finger on the trigger, as he quickened his pace. The fight had lifted a lot of dust, and Qorr’s reinforced army boots made shrapnel snap with every step. Turning the setting of his mask to thermal as visibility got more and more critical, he finally spotted the very hot signature Cooper’s body always had on these readings. The pony was laid on the ground, inert. His Outer Mind was nowhere to be seen, another sign Cooper was unconscious.
After a quick check-up for any imminent threats, the wolf ran to the zebra’s side, easily picking him up in his muscled arms and carrying him away from the disaster. He turned several corners before he could lay Cooper down, blurting in his radio about the situation without taking his eyes off the Prodigal. Cooper was bruised and cut in several places, and a large bleeding hole went right through his thigh. Pulling his shirt off and ripping it with his teeth, Qorr quickly made a bandage while monitoring the vital signs of his friend. "Hang in there, bud," he muttered, tightening the bandage and reaching for his flare gun. "I'm gonna bring you home."
He lifted the gun towards the large scar in the sky.
Lifeline, before and after
In an instant of great white gravity
Hold tight, 'cause all is against me
Every cell in my body, brace.
And keep breathing.
I wanted to get a dramatic pic of Qorr and Cooper done. Guess what, I did.
Cooper and Qorr ->
stripes
Art by supa supa artist
zorrore kawaii desu ne.
The 28-years-old brown wolf sat down, doing another check-up on his gun, ears perked up. Cooper had disappeared in the mayhem a while ago, and while he was completely confident the Prodigal could fend for himself, he stayed worried. Not only was Cooper his responsibility, he was also his friend.
“Fraterly, come in,” a weak voice came through his radio. Pushing his finger into his ear, Qorr huffed softly, clutching his gun against his chest. “Fraterly in, base. You got something for me?” He waited for the static to subside, and the voice came in again. “Cooper’s fighting some sort of dragon made of lightning near Cheerleader Square, to the East. Make sure he’s got it.”
“Rodger,” the wolf said, running out of his hiding place and down the street, keeping his profile low as sounds of chaos and violence erupted left and right. The city had been evacuated the day prior, and a lot of abandoned cars littered the street... as well as the occasional body. Turning the corner, he blinked as about 30 feet away from him, a car was violently shoved into the side of a building, crashing through the glass. Keeping a safe distance, he focused on the sound, trying to distinguish the zebra boy’s battle cry in the midst of the destruction.
Qorr had always been a little frightened of Cooper. In theory, anyone should be scared of him. He was a being designed for war, gifted with immeasurable strength and weapons, and whose powers were fueled by anger. Let’s just say the wolf and his superiors were very happy the horse had been “programmed” to be on their side, protect and obey them. However, the amount of demise Cooper was capable of scared pretty much everyone. Thank god his empathy was growing day after day.
Qorr was ready to try and get closer, when he perfectly heard Cooper’s voice resonating through the air. However, it wasn’t a scream of excited rage like it usually was. This was pure pain. “Cooper!” the brown wolf couldn’t help but yell, holding his gun ready, finger on the trigger, as he quickened his pace. The fight had lifted a lot of dust, and Qorr’s reinforced army boots made shrapnel snap with every step. Turning the setting of his mask to thermal as visibility got more and more critical, he finally spotted the very hot signature Cooper’s body always had on these readings. The pony was laid on the ground, inert. His Outer Mind was nowhere to be seen, another sign Cooper was unconscious.
After a quick check-up for any imminent threats, the wolf ran to the zebra’s side, easily picking him up in his muscled arms and carrying him away from the disaster. He turned several corners before he could lay Cooper down, blurting in his radio about the situation without taking his eyes off the Prodigal. Cooper was bruised and cut in several places, and a large bleeding hole went right through his thigh. Pulling his shirt off and ripping it with his teeth, Qorr quickly made a bandage while monitoring the vital signs of his friend. "Hang in there, bud," he muttered, tightening the bandage and reaching for his flare gun. "I'm gonna bring you home."
He lifted the gun towards the large scar in the sky.
Lifeline, before and after
In an instant of great white gravity
Hold tight, 'cause all is against me
Every cell in my body, brace.
And keep breathing.
I wanted to get a dramatic pic of Qorr and Cooper done. Guess what, I did.
Cooper and Qorr ->
stripesArt by supa supa artist
zorrore kawaii desu ne.
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