i'll never let you leave me || frigay v sheepish

They spent the night chatting away and Thread for one could admit that he had felt a little more easy would Fleur. Maybe it was the poison in her system, or maybe it was curiosity. Whatever it was, Thread felt thankful. He knew that he wasnt going at this alone anymore, and while they had barely struck up more in depth conversations, Thread could at least trust her enough.

Thats all he needed.

So time passed an they continued walking through the mid morning. It was hot, but not the type of weather that Thread would call perfect. To be quite honest, he was a little miserable, wondering if he was going to be able to find water sooner rather than later.

The quicker the better.

So he marched on, looking back to Fleur for a moment. "I dont know if I want to run into anyone else right now." Thread was honest, knowing well that they would probably be outnumbered.

And then a sharp pain had taken over his senses.

Little scurrying sounds had made Thread even more alert, realizing that they were not alone here anymore. Three little mutts just ready to take what they wanted from them. Fleur had been quicker on the trigger, her machete cutting deep into one of them.

Thread could not lag behind, no matter how much pain he was in.

"Could you at least give me a heads up before you stick something into me?" Thread gritted through his teeth, following suit and taking his spear out to lash out against the same one that Fleur had laid into.

She was a little stunned when she managed to drive her machete into the sheep’s back, Thread skewering it from the opposite side. It clawed at her shoulder in return, bits of fabric falling to the ground, but Fleur wasn’t worried. We can do this. We can take down some-

One of the sheep let out a pitiful cry before tearing into Fleur’s skin, and she clenched her teeth together to trap the scream threatening to spill out. Instead, Fleur made what sounded like a combination of a growl and a whine and swung her arm out before drawing the machete back toward her opponent.

Thread felt the brush of claws, and he simply gritted his teeth. He hated all of this if he was being quite honest, but he didnt have a choice now did he. This was all about fighting, and survival, and being able to prove that he could do everything his brother could do but in a kinder way.

But right now, he couldnt give a shit about kindness. In fact, he wanted to take his spear obliterate the everlasting everything out of these mutts. He needed to focus on himself though, and to be quite clear, none of this was going in his favor.

"Yeah..." Thread takes a second to realize that Stitch had always been about surviving and trying to make ends meet and what not. "... But at what cost? When you lose your sanity?" Did it really matter?

"Maybe I can make something comfortable out of these mutts fur!" Thread snickered as he focused on the mutt that Fleur had cut the foot off of. Payback time.

Its gonna be a bitch.

One of the mutts pawed at her and Fleur responded by cutting its foot clean off, blood spilling down her front. As it teetered back, Thread caught it in the eye just as he had done to the plant creature a day earlier.

”At what cost?” Thread offered in response to her question, and she tilted her head. ”When you lose your sanity?”

She didn’t answer, instead eyeing the glint of the remaining sheep’s teeth. How brave of it, continuing to run into the face of death.

”Maybe I can make something comfortable out of these mutts’ fur!”

Fleur blew air through her nostrils. ”Hope so. We’re gonna need some new clothes after this.”