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Forsyth was on a family business trip, traveling to help with his parents company. He came upon a last stop in Harper Rock, a place he never heard of, nor knew any information about the place. It was his last day, and wanted to do some exploring after a long trip of going around the country. And so he ended up around the town, going into different stores, and when it turned night he decided to see what the night life had to offer.

The tall man ended up in a tavern, not knowing the name since he didn't really focus on finding any specific place to have a few drinks. Just wore a simple dark t-shirt and dark washed jeans. He wanted to do something his last night here, seeing as his plane left late at night the next day. He chit-chated with people as they came and go, he currently like the feel and look of the current bar that he decided to stay there until bar time. When the bar closed he decided to just do a bit more exploring, and there was a forest nearby. He grabbed his phone just to have a little light while he walked, just so he didn't trip or run into any trees. Mainly, he just didn't want to go back to the hotel and sleep yet. So he decided to go into the forest just to explore a little bit. Forsyth didn't know much about the forest, and what could be there, even in this city..

He didn't pay mind to his surroundings while he walked, only when there were tree stumps on the ground in front of him. Thoughts ran through his head to keep himself distracted, going deeper and deeper into the forest without realizing it. He heard a few rustling sounds around him and he stopped to glance around, but he couldn't see anything. It was dark, and there was no light to see far, only little in front of him due to his phone. The man shrugged it off and continued to walk.

Unexpectly, after a few minutes past his whole body landed on the ground with a smack. He heard snarling and growls behind him, sharp claws digging into his back and ripping at the skin. He let out painful groans each time the animal would dig into his back. What was it on him? What type of beast? He didn't know or couldn't tell, it was heavy and big, that he knew. He used his strength, most that he could get, to get himself out from underneath the beast. He got a quick glance to see the large black wolf snarling at him and pounce towards Forsyth. With all his energy he had he took off in a spring, his speed wasn't fast, seeing as the animal caught up quick to pin the man to a tree. He let out a loud painful scream when the animal's teeth came in contact with his shoulder.

There was no way anyone could hear his cry for help, he knew that he wouldn't survive this. Oh he should have brought his ka-bar to this strange city with him.. But Forsyth tried his best to get the animal away from him, using his arm strength by pushing at the wolfs breast so he couldn't be bitten anymore, though his left arm was weak from the bite where it dangled at his side. He would fight and run off until something worse would happen, possibly the cost of his life..

With his eyes closed tight he figured he should just let the animal take him, he couldn't hold the wolfs strength back anymore. His knees were becoming jello, he felt light headed from the amount of blood he was losing as the seconds past. He thought of his fiance back home, his family, he knew he shouldn't give up so fast and let death come to him from an animal attack..

Suddenly he felt the weight of the animal's body being removed from his shoulders, where the wolf had him pinned to the tree, which caused him to sink to the ground almost unconciously. But he had to stay awake to see what, or who, got the wolf off and away, or even dead.. He opened his eyes to see the animal on the ground unmoving, and then he heard the voice of a woman.

Forsyth eyes lifted to see the blonde female near him. No.. It couldn't have been a regular human girl that just saved him, that would be impossible. She would need super strength, or a shot gun to get that large animal off and dead. "H-how?" he said in a horse voice. He could feel himself going in and out of conscious, 'Come on stay alive. You can't just die here' he spoke to himself. "I don't know if I am." he glanced down at his shoulder to see the open, and deep, wound still bleeding. And his shirt, not only on the back was it ripped up, but on the front at his stomach there was a deep scratch mark that penetrated many layers of his skin. "No, I'm not." The tall man let out a weak chuckle, feeling the taste of blood in his mouth.

His breathing became rigid and heavy, and the bleeding just kept continuing. The man let out painful gasps of air as she attempt to patch him up and stop the bleeding. "I'm not going to make it, aren't I?" He kept his eyes open, though they were half close the entire time. But he could still make out her features. "I didn't know these woods were dangerous, I-I've never been here." It was true. He didn't know anything about this city or the dangers it held within the city limits.

Forsyth felt himself grow cold, causing his body to tremble. "How'd you kill that animal? It was impossible for me. H-how could you do it?" He tried to talk, tried to keep his mind all there. He didn't want to slip away so easily. Though he was light headed, and words were hard to form in his mouth, he was doing pretty good so far. He let out a weak laugh, "My friends will laugh if they hear about this, me, n-not being able to get a wolf off." He was babbling, it's what he always tended to do when he was nervous or frightened. But it was helping him all the least.

He wasn't going to last at the minutes passed, and so he stopped her by grabbing her wrist lightly. "Thank you." He whispered softly to her with a bloody faint grin. At least he didn't die in the hands of an animal, and as long as someone was there to take his body after, it made it easier for him to just sit there and relax.

He rested his head back against the tree trunk. "I'm here still." he whispered. "Magic? That's your reason for fighting off a h-huge, w--" Forsyth was cut off by coughing up his own blood. He knew he didn't have much time left to go. "As long as someone is here." He opened his eyes to take one more glance at the woman in front of him. He was just going to let himself go, he couldn't fight it anymore to stay alive. Until what happened next made him come back to reality.

He felt the blood in his mouth, he knew it wasn't his, seeing as her wrist was at his mouth. The tall man couldn't speak, but his mind filled up with thoughts. What is she doing? Why is she giving me her blood? He wanted to stop her but he knew he couldn't, his muscles were sore and stiff to even move. He felt his body lift up against the tree, keeping his faded blue orbs on the woman's face. And just by that he felt his blood drain from his head, but his heart was still pumping, for now.

Suddenly Forsyth passed out right against the tree, but with the help of her support his body just laid back against the tree trunk. He didn't know what was to be expected afterwards, if she was just going to leave him there, or take him somewhere like a hospital.

As the days went by he began to gain conscious slowly, but never waking up completely. Until the seventh day he finall woke up with a small groan, eyes opening slowly. He looked around to find himself safe in a room. Hotel? It looked like it. How did he end up here? Why wasn't he at the hospital? But first, how was he alive? He slowly pushed himself up on the bed and blinked a few times to clear his vision to see the room better. His body was still achy and what hurt the most was his head as it pounded wildly, and his stomach felt nauseous.. It felt like he was sleeping in the same position for days. Was he in a coma? Did he get to the hospital and then brought here? Nothing made sense at the moment with where he was.

When he found his strength to sit up, he leaned against headboard he looked down at his body to see the affect of the wounds. But to his surprise they weren't there. The blood from where they were was still stained to his shirt, maybe he just couldn't see them. He peeled off his shirt with a groan due to achy muscles, mostly from his left shoulder that still hurt the most, just to see if he was just allusion things. But he wasn't. They were gone. What the hell happened? He couldn't see any scars from stitches, but he could see soft tissue where his scars were located at on his stomach, and his shoulder

He couldn't remember much either from the attack, or anything after, he just remembered a blonde woman but that was about it. He must have passed out.. For days too. Though when the man lifted his gaze to look around the room just to see things a bit more, he found the woman there in the room. "Did you bring me here?" He asked, though his voice cracked from the dryness, and he went to rub at his throat. Yeah he was out for days he could tell. "And how long was I out for? What's going on?" His voice began to grow, mostly in anger. "What did you do?"