Love Poison No Cure Needed

Treating the Wolf 1.10

Sorrel dismissed the concern about the hand kissing to be revisited at another time and looked at the wolf. “I thought Beastskin couldn’t digest Outer Realm flora? Why would you eat something incompatible with you?” Sorrel asked as his head tilted to the side in confusion. He’d been pretty sure about what Al had ingested but still confirmed it again as he asked his question.

“Wait, are you asking that because you think Al ate an Other Realm plant?” Jasper gasped eyes widening as he stared at the wolf. He had followed them down and stood at the base of the stairs behind Kayad with Daylen and Manuel crowded behind him.

“Think? I mean he has the scent of Licoricey Pollen on his breath.” Sorrel twisted one hand into the air and twirled in a who knows gesture in response to the gathered stares. “I was kinda hoping that he would have shifted back since it's much easier and has less side effects to treat the human form.”

“It's fine, I presume the side effects aren’t harmful so just treat him like that.” Kayad walked up beside Sorrel to the edge of the cage. His eyes flashed briefly when Sorrel mentioned treating in human form before his expression shifted to a bland smile.

“No, not dangerous. Well unless he gets into a fight. Drawing the pollen out will force the shift to human form and he won’t be able to call on his beast for about a week afterwards.” Sorrel explained and then reached for the door to the holding cell.

Kayad grasped his wrist and thus prevented Sorrel from opening the door. “You don’t need to go, inside do you?”

“Well, no, but it’s not like he can hurt me, and the calming effect is better.” Sorrel responded as he held his arm still there was no particular strength in Kayad’s hold and his question puzzled Sorrel. What did it matter if he was inside or not inside the cell?

“Then just treat it from outside. No need for the stress of him trying to escape out the door.” Kayad released Sorrel but moved to stand against the wall next to the door. A cough sounded from the stairs behind them, but Sorrel couldn’t look away from Kayad’s intense stare.

Sorrel shook his head and focused on the wolf. A light floral scent rose in the room as Sorrel's hair swayed and then hooked through the bars and into the room. As if on instinct the wolf lunged and snapped his teeth around the braid. However, rather than crunching down on the hair the wolf is captured as Sorrel’s hair twisted around him holding the wolf still even as the floral scent got stronger and the flowers in the braid s**t to face towards the wolf. Soon a pale-yellow mist seeps out of the wolf’s mouth and is absorbed by the flowers even as the fur recedes and Sorrel’s braid uncoils so that Al was left splayed out on the cell floor.

A hand appeared and covered Sorrel’s eyes. “Is he all good now?” Kayad asked while maintaining the position of his hand.

“Yes?” Sorrel responded there was no more scent of Licoricey pollen so Sorrel assumed that Al would be fine.

“Good, then let Manuel look after him, they are the closest.” Kayad used his second hand to turn Sorrel away from the door before he removed his hand that had covered Sorrel’s eyes. “Wouldn’t want Al to be embarrassed after all.”

Sorrel nodded in response to that comment and allowed himself to be led back to the first floor. He noticed the strange look on Jasper and Daylen’s faces as they stepped aside to allow them past but dismissed the issue when Jasper didn’t say anything. It probably seemed very strange to watch what they would consider hair to go and act on its own. Sorrel nodded to himself at his conclusion and wondered if that meant that Jasper wouldn’t want to hang out with him anymore. Sorrel felt a little disappointed at the thought but wasn’t surprised since even the teacher he had liked and thought he got on well with had not wanted to continue staying near once they had finished their jobs.

“I’ll give you lift if you like. Where do you need to go?” Kayad asked as he continued to guide Sorrel across the first floor to where the motorcycles waited.

“I need to go to Shattered Senses. Uncle Michael owns in.” Sorrel answered distracted from his thoughts at the prospect of riding the motorcycle.

“Here,” Kayad held out a helmet to sorrel it was black with white snowflakes scattered across it. “bought it just in case.” Kayad explained as he pulled on his own helmet. Sorrel mirrored Kayad’s movements and pulled the helmet on before climbing onto the back of the bike. With a rev of the engine, they took off into the night.