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@首∙jiang fengmian ᵃ burial mounds

@二首∙nie jaewook ᵃ Wrong.
Good guess!

@首∙jiang fengmian ᵃ burial mounds?

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Tian listened to the other's words and he slowly nodded his head. He carefully pushed himself up and winced slightly, his head hurting from all the pain. "For a second there... I thought I was going to die also..." he said and looked down at my blood covered shirt. "hm... what a mess..." Tian was used to being bloodied or beat up until he was at the brink of death. It just came with the rank of being an omega, at least that was what Tian told himself. He envied other omegas who weren't from the Wen clan. They were treated like treasures almost.

When Tian was growing up, he would always imagine how his life will be once he found his mate. How they would live happily together, have kids, and how his mate would take him away from this pain. That dream slowly faded as time went by however, because he started to realize that his dream was just that. A dream. Though he was still a , he still considered himself a broken soul. With everything that's happened to him over the years, he doesn't see it very likely that he would find anyone. He almost thought that maybe his mate wasn't even born yet.

"Thank you, Max..." he said with a forced smile, "Who knows .... what could've happened if you weren't here."

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Tian listened to the other's words and he slowly nodded his head. He carefully pushed himself up and winced slightly, his head hurting from all the pain. "For a second there... I thought I was going to die also..." he said and looked down at my blood covered shirt. "hm... what a mess..." Tian was used to being bloodied or beat up until he was at the brink of death. It just came with the rank of being an omega, at least that was what Tian told himself. He envied other omegas who weren't from the Wen clan. They were treated like treasures almost.

When Tian was growing up, he would always imagine how his life will be once he found his mate. How they would live happily together, have kids, and how his mate would take him away from this pain. That dream slowly faded as time went by however, because he started to realize that his dream was just that. A dream. Though he was still a , he still considered himself a broken soul. With everything that's happened to him over the years, he doesn't see it very likely that he would find anyone. He almost thought that maybe his mate wasn't even born yet.

"Thank you, Max..." he said with a forced smile, "Who knows .... what could've happened if you weren't here."

@无∙wen tian ᵒ ↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: numb to the feeling - chase atlantic

Max watched the omega in tense silence until he opened his eyes again, spurring some of the tension to flood from Max's shoulders. "I overheard a few others gloating about what they'd done," the alpha answered quietly, sitting down beside Tian so he wasn't hovering so awkwardly over him any longer. The smell of campfire smoke and citrus was strong with his anger. "They weren't specific but—there was no way I could ignore what they said about trapping an omega in the mounds."

Why was he helping?

"What they did to you was wrong," Max answered simply. "I've never agreed with the other members of the pack on how certain people and ranks are treated. I don't like it. I won't just—turn my back on things like this. I can't. It's... this pack does terrible things. I can't protect every omega or half-blood or wolf-blood in this pack but if I can at least try to help where I can... I will." He shrugged. "You weren't moving—at first I thought I was too late."

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Once other started the burn, Tian let out a shakes breath. He was used to burning his own skin to stop deep wounds from causing him to bleed to death. Though he was used to it, it still hurt. He looked at Max and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm... I'm okay... you did it..." he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing.

After a moment, Tian opened hisbeyes and looked at Max again. "How did you find me?" He finally asked. "Why are you helping me?" With a little more strength now that he wasn't bleeding out, he glanced around again to realize that he was in the mounds. The place of torture and punishments. Was that what happened? Was he being punished for something he hadn't known he done.

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Once other started the burn, Tian let out a shakes breath. He was used to burning his own skin to stop deep wounds from causing him to bleed to death. Though he was used to it, it still hurt. He looked at Max and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm... I'm okay... you did it..." he closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing.

After a moment, Tian opened hisbeyes and looked at Max again. "How did you find me?" He finally asked. "Why are you helping me?" With a little more strength now that he wasn't bleeding out, he glanced around again to realize that he was in the mounds. The place of torture and punishments. Was that what happened? Was he being punished for something he hadn't known he done.

@无∙wen tian ᵒ ↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: empty - chase atlantic

Cauterize. That meant fire. Max's powers didn't work in a way that he could just lay his hands on Tian's wound and burn it, but... smoke curled over his fingertips, the alpha kneeling closer to the omega and letting his hands lower as flames sparked forth across one of his hands. He tugged Tian's shirt away from the wound, so he could access and burn the wound.

With his powers, this was dangerous.

Lowering his hand, Max let the flames across Tian's flesh, the smell making him wrinkle his nose as he burnt the wound closed, flames dying out once it was done. He looked up at Tian's face, guaging whether he had passed out or not, concerned about the omega's well-being.

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Tian let out a groan as the other gently pushed him back down. He tried to concentrate on his breathing, and he looked up to Max who seemed to be really worried about him. He wanted to tell Max not to worry, that he would be fine but a part of him knew that it wouldn't be fine.

"C-cauterize ... the wound..." he gasped out and his breathing became slightly labored. He would've done it himself, but by this time, he was too weak to even lift his hand to his side, where the wound was. "To stop ... to stop the bleeding... my body ... will ... heal on ... i-its' own." His eye lids were getting heavy but he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

@无∙wen tian ᵒ ↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: empty - chase atlantic

Not wanting to risk injuring Tian further, Max tucked the knife away and ripped the sack the rest of the way, a hiss slipping through his lips at the sight of all of the blood that was pooling under Tian. The alpha pressed his lips together, quiet anger sparking in his eyes. "Don't try to sit up," he scolded, putting his hands on Tian's shoulders to press him gently back to the ground. He was a fighter rather than a healer, so he didn't know what to do, but he knew that Tian shouldn't try to move too much. He also knew he needed to stop Tian's bleeding, foremost.

"Tian. How do I stop the bleeding?" Max asked, stripping off his jacket. He wondered if it would be safe for him to lift Tian out of the sack, but then... he didn't want to set Tian on the dirty ground and risk him becoming infected because of it.

"Tell me how to help, and I'll help," the alpha promised.

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Tian could hear someone calling to him ... but who was it? Why would they come help him? Who would ever care enough to come? With what little strength he had, Tian opened his eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to his surroundings. He groaned softly and tried to sit up only to let out a whimpered cry as pain shot through him and he collapsed back to the ground. He looked at the male who knelt beside him and blinked a few times to focus on who it was. "...M-Max..." he managed to say. Why was Max there? How did he even find him? There were so many questions but he couldn't ask them. A pool of blood was starting to form from the wound that he was inflicted. His body was healing, but whatever was used probably laced with something to cause him to heal slower. Hopefully he didn't bleed to death. Well, at least he wouldn't be alone if he did. He didn't know much about Max, other than he was much kinder than the others in the clan.

@无∙wen tian ᵒ ↳ ᴍᴀx: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/df/f1/61/dff1611cd2e141edf94553f2c89463e2.jpg
↳ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: empty - chase atlantic
↳ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 7

Max had been minding his own business, tucked into a corner reading a book as he was wont to do, when he had heard the cluster of Wen wolves talking about what they had done that morning. Max was no stranger to knowledge of the cruel things that other Wen did, especially to those who were considered inferior, weaker, lower by their standards.

He went to the mounds, no one giving him a second glance for he was a Wen alpha and a pureblood and he was at the top of the food chain, a creature never questioned unless by others of his rank. He searched for the omega who the other Wen had mentioned leaving trapped at the mounds, eventually finding a bag—a bag that was large enough to hide a person or a corpse in, and it wasn't moving. Concern rising, Max pulled out his knife and carefully cut open the sack, revealing the face of a very familiar omega.

Of course it was Wen Tian. They could never leave the man alone.

But Tian was still breathing, though it was fairly shallow and he was unconscious. Max slipped his knife delicately under the ropes around Tian's wrists and cut them off, freeing the omega from his binds.

"Tian." He shook him gently, hand on his shoulder. "Tian, wake up."

@兵∙max wen ᵃ Pain.
That was what Tian felt as his eyes slowly fluttered open. He knew his eyes were open, yet everything was so dark. Tian tried to reach a hand out to touch in front of him, but found that his wrists were tied behind his back and he was laying on his side. After his eyes adjusted a bit, he realized the reason for him not being able to see anything. He was in a sack of sorts; that would also explain why his limbs were slightly becoming numb from his knees and body bending. Tian tried to remember what had happened, and why he was put into this kind of predicament. He remembered coming back from his venture up the mountain to pick herbs when everything went blank. He figured it was probably members from his pack ... the same ones that loved to bully him. Though he was in pain, because of his abilities, he was slowly starting to heal himself. However, the pain was excruciating, so he figured someone probably stabbed him with something just for the heck of it. Before he passed out again his last thoughts were ... 'why don't they just kill me?'

@爱•wen yuta ᵇ It had been a long... long time since Wen Fan had last had the pleasure of feeling someone catch their last breath under his touch. He had not been planning it today either and merely come to the mounds to clear his head. As always, he was not dressed for the occasion. Long bright red tresses of fabric flowed down his slender frame, the heavy layers making him appear less delicate than he was. He wore traditional platform shoes embroidered in silver and gold, but his robes were long enough to cover them entirely. They were a little hard to balance on climbing the mountains of the burial mounds but... beauty came with pain. He was panting lightly as he stepped up the stoney path, his breath forming a cloud in the chilly morning air. Long black hair spilled down his back, some strands falling into his face despite having tied most of it back. A sound, a groan, had Wen Fan stop and turn. Behind a group of dead bushes was a jagged cliff and two hands were clinging to the edge. Wen Fan stared for a moment, surprised by such a random sight, and wondered if the person had heard him. "Hey you! Pull me up!" Clearly, he had. Wen Fan clicked his tongue but stepped closer, wanting to get a closer look at the unfortunate fellow. Keeping a safe distance so the man couldn't grab his foot and throw him to his death, he peered over the ledge and saw a familiar face. Well, not very familiar, but he'd treated him before. The man recognised him as well and pulled a face. "Not you! Of all people..." He cursed and glared up at the delicate omega, who was keeping silent. News of Wen Fan's sickly condition had spread after he'd fainted in a plaza in Qishan. "Well, don't just stand there! Grab my hand!" Wen Fan was still deciding whether to help the other or not. He didn't like him much. He moved closer and, much to his amusement, his action drew a hopeful smile onto the beta's face. Wen Fan smiled down at him and proceed to step on his one hand with all the force he could muster. "How are you doing today?", he asked sweetly, immune to the beta's panicked howls. He pressed down harder and heard a VERY satisfying crunch, accompanied with a scream. A shiver ran down Wen Fan's spine and he stepped back, his eyes closing momentarily as he hummed in pleasure. "Mhmm~ It's such great weather..." The red-eyed omega looked up at the sky and sighed softly, ignoring the biting chill that nipped at his skin. The beta was yelling and cursing in distress as his strength began to fail him. Honestly, Wen Fan didn't think he deserved to get any help. What kind of person couldn't pull themselves up? From where he stood, Wen Fan cast the male a dismissive look. "..." Fine. He wasn't a devil. "I shall help, if you offer me something of equal value in return." He squatted near the edge and grinned down at the male. "What is worth your life?" As he spoke he unfastened a dagger from his belt. "How about you amuse me? We'll play a game- if you are still holding on by the time I am done with you, I'll pull you up." He didn't care to wait for the beta to respond and when he did, Wen Fan ignored him. He would start with the hand with the broken finger. Dagger in hand, he pressed down on the man's hand so he didn't move it and started cutting off a finger. He enjoyed the screams but there was too little blood for his taste. One removed, he took another and then held up the digits for the heaving man to see. "Good job-", the omega cooed affectionately. "Now open up... open your mouth, come on, you don't have time, hm? Best not keep me waiting", he said softly with a smile. His voice had been gentle the whole time, soothing like a warm evening Summer wind that caresses the body and the mind after a taxing day. The beta, pale and desperate, trembled as he parted his lips. The sight was almost cute. So obedient. So vulnerable. Wen Fan's heart warmed, his brows furrowing in pity as he dropped the severed digits into the man's mouth. Then, with a sigh, he rose to his feet once more and stared into the horizon. It really was a beautiful day. "Don't blame me. You were a dead man anyway."

@兵 lan wonwoo ᵃ DING!
Correct ! Here you go !

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