FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Mordecai groans as he walks around his room, picking up his clothes from the floor, where they had been seemingly thrown, without care of foresight. Nothing was as the bird had always taken good care to organize in his own particular way. But at least everything was easy to find. His glasses ended up being on the side table, next where one could expect them to be left, if they had been reading or thinking before bed.

He had no real concrete memory of the night before after he started eating. He seemed to remember being attacked, and hurt pretty bad. But while he was sore, there were no injuries on him. The cardinal rubbed the back of his neck, as he looked up to the ceiling. "What the hell happened?" he asked himself before looking to the neatly folded clothes he had placed on his bed after finding them, one by one. The neatness of it felt right, and it soothed his mind, even if it was just slightly.

The cardinal took his dark, baggy pants, and looked them over. Nothing. No damage. No out-of-place stains. It all felt wrong. He couldn't help but feel like that. But all evidence of it he had, was hazy memories of being attacked, and his things spread around the room. Neither proved anything. With a heavy sigh, he lowered the pants to the floor and stepped in them. And as he pulled his pants up, there was a knock on the door. The birds eyes shot to the source of the noise. "Who's there?" He asked, firm and aggressive. What ever had happened to him last time... Hell, did he even remember what really happened? He quickly tied the cord, and half panicked looked for his blade. It was nowhere to be found.

"Shit..." He muttered under his breath as the door was knocked again. "Room service" A familiar voice called from the other side of the door. Carefully, with one hand behind his back, ready to throw fire at any threat, Mordecai walked to the door and carefully cracked it open. On the other side was the light-coloured hawk waitress. She was wearing a different dress this time. Shorter cut, and showed more of her figure than the first night, but not by much. There was a kind smile on her, and Mordecai felt ill. She had held him down last night, right? "What do you want?" He asked, summoning fire on his palm. "You got drunk last night, and our barkeep sent me to deliver something to help" Her voice bouncy and happy as she showed the tray of food in front of the cardinal. His eyes went between her and the food. "I got drunk?" He muttered "I never get drunk. Why would I..." He continued, while the woman cocked her head. "You were celebrating something from what I gathered. A big job? You spoke about it to anyone that would listen." His eyes got wide at that. "What... What did I say, exactly?" He asked slowly. "Something about a big customer hiring you to investigate. I don't think you said much more. You were pretty incoherent." She replied. "So, the food's getting cold. Want it?" She smiled, and slightly lift the tray. "Y-Yeah. Just put it on the table..." Mordecai said, opening the door for her.

The hawk did a small bow before entering the room, and placed what looked like a bowl of soup. "Please, enjoy." She said, doing another small bow before slowly moving out of the room. "Thank you." The cardinal whispered, finally relaxing as she left the room, closing the door behind her. He shook his head. Did he really get drunk? Furrowing his brow, he sat by the breakfast, and started to eat. It had no taste at all. And it seemed like it had no scent at all either. "Yeah... Must be hung over. What else could it be?" Mordecai asked himself. He slowly ate, looking at the bowl. It looked repulsive. Like it was leftovers of a butchering; blood and rotting fat. Or at least, his mind said that. His eyes on the other hand just showed a normal stew. Potatoes, carrots and some form of cooked meat. And the rest of his senses told nothing at all. And at the back of his mind, he felt a weird sort of comfort while eating it.

After licking the bowl clean, the bird finally looked back to his equipment. The pain in his neck was gone. At least the chef knew what his things. With a sigh he got up from his chair and dressed himself. The sword was still missing, but if he really had gotten drunk, the bar was probably holding it, so he wouldn't hurt himself. Or anyone else.

He made his way down the hallways. Early morning sun shone through the windows, making Mordecai squint to shield his eyes. "Damn it... How much did I drink?" He muttered to himself, as he reached the stairs. The dining area was empty, but for the old owl. "Hey. You got my sword?" He asked as he slowly walked down the steps. "Your sword? I believe your friends last night borrowed it." "Who? There are very few who know me here, and none of them would want to borrow it." He asked. "Hard to say. They told me they were your friends, and that they'd keep the blade for you, and you merely laughed and agreed, Master Singvogel. I'm sorry." Groaning the cardinal just walked out. He was out a sword. Nothing had went right. He rubbed his face, walking to the main street. The first people already setting up their stands. The brightness made the bird wonder how it was only the sunrise. And why people were out, but it didn't seem to bother anyone else.

Brow furrowed, and wondering what was wrong with him, Mordecai walked through the slowly filling large street, as he made his way south to the point he had agreed to meet the rest of the party. The pleasant scents he enjoyed last night nowhere to be found in his current state, making his mood even worse.

Eventually, he reached the Jealous Frog. The southernmost tavern in the city. While not in the slums, it was out of the way and in a less affluent neighbourhood. The houses looked well enough built, and comfortable enough to live in, but they obviously held more people than the similar houses just a few blocks north towards the centre of the capital.

As he stepped in, he saw his group, huddled around a table of the busy tavern. They were already whispering something or other about the mission. Mordecai looked over the room, making sure no one was eavesdropping on the party before he walked to the table, and pulled up a chair. "And I... Mordecai! Finally." Victor, the light brown mouse said, smiling to the bird. "So, as I was saying, there isn't much we can find here, I don't think." "Not unless we capture many of their underlings, in hopes we can trick one into talking." The white deer, Alfvin, cut in. "Right. But I doubt any would say anything. If they knew something, they'd for sure know we weren't supposed to. That's how it usually goes." The mouse finished. "What do you suggest then? We go out on wild goose chase, and leave them to do as they wish here?" Alwena, the cheetah sorceress, asked, shaking her head. "We just can't do that. The fact that we were asked for help means things are pretty bad already." The dragoness piped in.

As they spoke, Mordecai rubbed the back of his neck. The pain was coming back. He grimaced and looked over the group, as Victor spoke up again. "That's just it. I found something. Nothing big, but one of my contacts told me he had heard the name. He's reliable enough for me to take it seriously." The cardinals breathing got heavier the more the conversation went on. His head felt like it was splitting apart as he leaned on his palm. And then he heard a quiet whisper. "Split them up." He jolted up and looked around the room for who whispered. His chair fell over, getting a few curious eyes on him and his table. Wide eyed, try as he might, he didn't see anyone close enough to him to whisper only to him. "What's wrong?" The cheetah asked, worry in her voice. "I..." He started, but the pain hit him. Hard. He grunted and buried his face in his hands, trying to force the pain away. "I... Nothing. Just a bit hung over." He said. "And... If you have a clue outside, and we can't leave the capital, afraid of letting the conspirators run amok, why not split up?" He finished, looking to the mouse, and then to the deer. And as he did, the pain lessened. Finally, he thought. "Good. Split them up. Go outside." He heard the voice again, but this time didn't bother looking around. He was just hearing things. Must be something he had last night. Besides, it's not a bad idea.

The mouse leaned back and nodded slowly. "It makes sense. We'd be weaker, but we'd advance in the investigation. What do you say?" Victor asked, looking to the rest of the party. "We do have the skills to keep the two groups alive and active, where ever they end up being." Hallstein said, leaning on the table. "I say you go to your lead, while I take command of the group here." "Wait, you'd take command? An assassin commanding a knight? No way" Solange replied, louder than she should have, getting annoyed looks from the others around the table. "Quiet!" Alfvin whispered to her. "We're not supposed to draw attention, remember?" He hissed to her. "I know, but being ordered around by him is out of the question!" She said. "Fine, you do it then. But I will be the one to keep track of everything while sir Mouse is away" Hallstein said, sighing. "And by the looks of it, Sir Singvogel, you're the more capable of the mages, so you go as well." Mordecai sighed in relief as the wolf gave the order. "Agreed. Keep her safe, will you" He replied, offering a pained smile to the cheetah. She smiled back to him, and rubbed his back. "And you get better soon. We can't afford to be hung over at the time like this."

"It's settled then. Alfv, me and Mordecai go after the tip I got. Sol, Hallstein and Alwena, you stay here and keep the king safe, and try uncovering conspirators." The mouse said, looking over each of his comrades, and as he did each nodded in turn. When it was the cardinal's turn, he nodded slowly, and the voice at his ear whispered for the last time for now. "Good toy." The pain in the birds head was now almost entirely gone. And Mordecai was happy for it to go and hoped that the voice went with it. He was getting over the hangover after all. He was the first to get up. "Lets not waste time then." He said and left the establishment. He rubbed his face as he stood outside the doors, waiting for his party. His feathers were slightly damp with sweat from the constant pounding pain he had been until then.

Mordecai jumped as his shoulder was suddenly gripped. "What's the hurry? Everything OK?" The deer asked, worried for the birds' condition, and his ability to travel. "Yeah. Like I said, had a long night." The avian tried to smile to him and took the first steps towards the southern gates. "I have everything I need with me. Well, almost. I need a new sword. I'll meet you two at the gate." He said before he wobbled off, heading to a blacksmiths.

Alfvin looked behind him to Victor. "You sure he's good to come with us? Why not take Alwena instead? She's a wizard too..." Before the deer could finish, the mouse shook his head. "I'm sure he's fine. He'd tell us if he wasn't. Besides, you know him. He can take care of himself. No offence, Alwena, but I think he'd be more useful with us with his fighting experience. Keeps us more balanced." He said, sighing. The deer had a point, but they didn't have much choice. He wasn't much use in a fight. He knew he was more a burden in the combat, and hated himself for it. Too many times his friends had gotten hurt protecting him.

"Let's get our things. I don't think he'll take long. And if he can get his stuff fast, it just means that he's good enough to go." Victor sighed, taking Alfvin by his and started to walk them towards the inn they were staying in. It was one much closer to the slums. Some would even include it in them. But it was cheap, and the deer could keep them safe, if someone dared to attack them. As Victor stepped in and waved to the young bat behind the desk. "We're leaving today. Thank you for keeping us" He said, flashing him a smile before he head towards their room. The boy had barely enough time to reply. "Thanks for... Staying..." He said back, smile disappearing as the mouse did. Alfvin smiled and nodded to him as well before quickly follow behind his friend.

The two gathered all their belongings from the room. They didn't own much, being on the road more days than not. They quickly packed it in their bags, taking little care for the organisation of it. Victor hurried Alfvin along, not wanting to waste time, nor keep their comrade waiting. "Did you see his face? Something's off with Mordecai. I don't know if it's just him drinking too much..." Victor said, suddenly stopping. "Yeah... And when have you known him to drink? One glass now and then, but... That's not like him." The deer said. "We need to keep a close eye on him. Let's just hope it's nothing. If not, we should see if we can help him." Alfvin shook his head, and slung his bag on his back. "But we should go. I think we have everything. Nothing we can do for him while staring at walls here, right?" He tried to give the mouse a reassuring smile as he walked towards the door of their room.

The duo made their way out, giving the barkeep a token wave to the barkeep as they walked out. Alfvin sighed as he looked around the street. No matter how much he didn't like it, the two would have to go out with the bird. He knew Mordecai as a talented mage, so he was sure it would be fine. The white deer glanced to his friend. "We need something to calm our nerves. Come on" He said, taking Victor by his shoulder and started to walk on the opposite direction of their meeting spot. "W-Wait..." The mouse started to protest, but quickly sighed and started following his companion. "Fine. But let's be quick. Don't want him to wait too long for us. And I'd like to be get a good amount of walking done before dark." "Trust me." The deer replied, smiling slightly.

Alfvin brought Victor to a small restaurant a block or two from their inn. Not the best, but by no means the worst. It wasn't exactly one that he himself would go for, but he knew the mouse liked the style of food they served. And sure enough, the smaller males eyes seemed to light up a little as he saw the place. "Just a quick bite, and we can move on, right?" the deer asked, smiling slightly. "Yes." The mouse mumbled as he took a step forward. The two slowly got in and found a table for themselves. The two put their packs on the floor by the table, making a few patrons throw annoyed glances their way. But the adventurers didn't mind. Wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. Alfvin just leaned back on his seat, and looked around if he could see a waiter or waitress. "So, what are you planning on doing with your reward?" Alfvin asked Victor. "Going to buy the house you've been drooling after?" He smiled and kicked him gently under the desk. Victor leaned on the table and glanced around, suspicious that someone might be listening. But soon enough he concluded that no one would care. "Maybe. That or finally get you the potion to heal that crooked bone." He replied, motioning towards his hand, and the slightly crooked finger. "What about you? Can't imagine you going the rout I was planning to."

Before the deer could reply, a casually dressed ferret came to their table. "What will you have then?" He asked with a cheery voice. "I'll... I'll take what ever's the cheapest" The deer said, making the mouse roll his eyes. His own order was a bit more complicated, and the deer could only guess what half of it was. Something with nuts and honey from the sound of it. "Sure thing." The ferret said, scribbling the orders down as fast as he could before he almost bounced towards the kitchens. "So... What I was about to say... No, I don't think I'll get a house. Maybe I'll start a band of mercs. Or just ask for better armour. Not going to stay in one place. Doesn't sound right." He chuckled. "Retirement is over rated anyway" The mouse nodded and leaned back as well.

They spent a good few hours sitting there, eating at their own pace, and doing their best to ignore the quickly approaching time to leave. But as the sun reached its peak, and slowly started to set, Victor sighed deeply. "Let's go. Before it's too dark to leave today. As much as I'd love to stay a bit longer, we have to get this done. Sooner rather than later, so I can get that house. And you your band." The mouse spoke, obviously trying to convince himself into leaving just as much as he's trying to convince Alfvin. "Yeah. And the poor bird's probably worried sick." He said, sighing. The worries had been alleviated by the nice lunch. But it couldn't all be squashed down. And the time had come to move on. The world was waiting and the they had a kingdom to save.

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During the first couple of days of the journey towards the small village the cardinal seemed to get better. What ever ailed him was obviously more than just a hangover, but he pulled his weight like Victor and Alfvin would have expected of him. He didn't complain, and seemed perfectly fine after they sat down to rest. Hell, he was even more talkative than he was before the mission. The two just chalked it up to him trying to build comradery. And the deer certainly appreciated it. Mordecai was smiled and laughed more than the duo had ever known him to. Granted, their interactions were mostly on the road and never under the best circumstances.

Mordecai leaned on his knees as he watched the fire crackle on the last night on the road. The three should be able to reach the village they were headed towards by dinner next day, but none of them were willing to walk through the night. The three were roasting some of their last rations on the fire as they sat around it, spending the evening there. They tried to forget the urgency of their quest, at least for the night.

The bird had been feeling better and better, and had gotten closer to his comrades. He smiled, feeling great and looked to the deer. "So, what will you be asking once we're done?" He asked Alfvin. "Heh, I'm asking for some tougher armour. This old set is on it's last legs." He chuckled, tapping the steel rings. There were places where something had obviously penetrated the tight woven rings. "Gotta keep myself and this guy safe after all." He finished, patting Victors head. "Yeah, sure. You're the one to keep us safe." The mouse sighed. "Never mind that most things you protect us against are things you set against us..." He glanced to the deer as he finished his words. "Oh, excuse me, I thought that bull was going to snap your neck any moment. I just made my move before he could" Alfvin lifted his hands and raised his brow as he looked to his friend. "It's not just poor old Anders. It's every time anyone acts any less than friendly, you become aggressive." The mouse shook his head and took a piece of meat of the fire and put it in his mouth. "Just be more careful. I hate seeing you in the pointless fights." He said before standing up and flashing a smile to his friend and stretching. "I think it high time we head to bed. It has been fun, but we should wake up early, so we can get more done when we arrive, right?" Victor said. "I can take the first watch. I'll want to review my notes before I turn in anyway. "Awww, do we gots to?" Alfvin chuckled before taking his last piece as well and getting up. "But you're right. I'll head in. I'll take the last watch again, if that's alright with you, Red?" "That's fine, Alfvin." The bird said with a smile as his hand went to the back of his neck.

The mouse stayed by the fire and watched his companions go. The deer towards the tent he shared with the mouse, and the bird towards his smaller one. Mordecai slipped into his tent, and lay down on the bedroll. As he closed his eyes, he heard the voice. It had stayed gone for days, and now, he heard its whisper. "Tonight is perfect." It told him. The bird tried to ignore it, but as he did his headache slowly started to return. "Tonight, toy. Go to the deer" It continued. "Don't make me force you~" The voice laughed in his ear. Mordecai whimpered and covered his ears. "No. I have no idea what you're talking about. I just want to sleep..." He insisted, but with each word, there was a throb in his head, and the pain got worse. "Now, toy."

Mordecai kept insisting for what felt like an eternity, but eventually couldn't take it anymore. If getting company would take the pain away, he'd get company. As his head felt like it was about to split in two, the bird cursed under his breath. He hurried to disrobe himself, leaving nothing but the thin light coloured under robe, before he carefully peeked out of his tent. The mouse was too absorbed into his notes to notice the bird. With a sigh he quietly made his way to the tent. The deer was already fast asleep on his bedroll. Mordecai gave a last glance towards Victor before diving in.

"Hey?" He whispered as he touched Alfvin's thigh. "You still awake?" He asked, making the deer inhale sharply and quickly jump up, hand darting to his dagger. "Wha... Mordecai?" He asked, voice low and tired. "Why're you here? What's wrong?" He asked, trying to look at the birds face in the near total darkness. "I couldn't sleep... Mind if I stay here?" Mordecai swallowed hard and crawled forward. His hand moved along the deer's form. Alfvin looked out of the tent and sighed. "Fine. Just sleep..." He whispered, and patted the birds shoulder.

Mordecai was more than happy to scoot forward and try cuddling up, but the infuriating voce rang in his ear again. "No. More." And with a bang of pain, the bird panted. "I think I might need help with that..." He finally replied, wing going to the fighters groin. With a gentle grope the bird scooted forwards again. Alfvin gasped and jolted. "What? Now?" He asked, voice slightly irritated. "Look, hey, I don't see ya like that." "Please? Just this once..." The birds voice oozed desperation, and a tear started forming on his eye. The pain was unbearable. What ever this curse was, would have to go first thing in the morning, but he couldn't concentrate. If this would do the trick, he'd gladly do it to get rid of the pain. "I need this" He said. "Don't you... want it too?" His voice still low and he kept groping the white furred deer. Alfvin was getting hard under his hand from the attention. "Fine." He replied after a long pause. "Just this once." "Thank you" The red avian whispered back.

Alfin pushed his hands in the birds robe, and pulled him closer. "Just... Just be quiet. I don't want Victor to know. We have a good thing, him and I, and I don't want it to be ruined..." He whispered. "I will..."Mordecai said, pulling the blanket from between them. He pushed his beak on the cervidae's lips in a faux kiss. Both relaxed as their hands went over each others bodies. The deer smiled awkwardly as he kept glancing out the tent, making sure his friend was still out and the watch wouldn't be changing in a while. His hand slowly moved between the cardinal's legs, and started teasing his cloaca. The bird gasped, and pressed his body against the deer's, as he fingered his genital slit. His own hand kept rubbing the deer's bulge.

As his own cock started to poke from the cloaca, the bird pushed his hand into Alfvin's pants. He pulled out the cock, and stroked it while pushing his beak against the fighters mouth. The cardinal pushed his tongue in the deer's mouth in a kiss far more passionate than the deer was comfortable with. But he didn't protest, wanting his friend to get what ever was wrong with him out. And after a few moments his tongue was wrestling with the birds. The white furred male's cock throbbed in his hand, and a bead of pre formed on the tip. The deer's fingers wrapped around the avians own member as it pushed out fully. Few fingers were enough to wrap around the smaller male's member, as he started to stroke him.

After a few good minutes of making out and pleasuring each other, the bird pulled back. The deer was still not entirely into it, but clearly was getting into it. Without wasting any more time, the bird leaned forward, and carefully took the deer's cock in his beak. He gingerly started to press the edges against the sensitive member, and started sucking as hard as he could, trying to compensate for the lack of seal around him. He wiggled his tongue on the underside of the cock, and began bobbing his head up and down the length. Surprising both the deer and the bird himself, he took the deer all the way to his throat. His gag reflex was gone, and as the cock filled his throat, he didn't feel the airways getting blocked. His head said that he should, but he didn't. But it didn't matter at that moment. The headache had made way to pleasure. Even when sucking cock, and no one touching him, he felt as if he was about to cum any second.

Tilting his head from left to right, the bird took the length in his throat, making the tip of his beak touch the deer's groin with each bob. Both panted hard, and Alfvin got into the act more and more with each passing second. Soon enough, the cardinal felt a hand gently grip his plumage, and guide him into a pace. And Mordecai was more than happy to follow his lead. It did make the pleasure radiating from his neck even better. "Good job" He heard in his ears. He couldn't distinguish the voice between the whispers and the deer, but he was happy to hear it. The hands on the back of his head stroked his feathers, and the deer groaned. His cock twitched and leaked pre in Mordecai's beak, driving the cardinal on. And soon enough, he found his beak tight against the groin once more, and felt cum hit the back of his throat. The bird did his best to swallow, but inevitably the volume was too much for him to keep up with. A few drops of cum trailed down his beak as the deer shivered under him.

After a few moments of riding out his climax, the deer let go of the bird. "Damn... You're good..." he whispered. "You ready for more?" He smiled slightly as he panted. And without a word, Mordecai moved over the deer. He positioned himself over the white male, and pressed his rear against the tip. The cardinal smiled down to him, wordlessly asking him "What do you think?" Before he let gravity do it's thing and penetrated himself on the shaft. He gasped as the incredible pressure on him felt like it overwhelmed him. His legs spread as he let himself slowly be impaled on the towering cock, and his belly bulged with the size difference between him and his lover. Mordecai's hands were on the deer's chest, grasping at his fur, as his breath caught when he finally bottomed out. The deer's hands were on the cardinal's hips and he smiled. The bird felt good, but... Off. As if he didn't offer any resistance to being penetrated. But he was tight enough for him to enjoy. Hell, maybe the bird just enjoyed larger companions, so his rear couldn't be that tight anymore. The smaller males cock twitched on the cervidae's stomach, and he took it in his fingers once more and started to stroke.

"You feel good..." Alfvin whispered as he started to thrust into the bird from beneath him. The cardinal couldn't do much more than gasp as he started moving his hips as well. "You too" he moaned into the fighters ear. He went up and down the cock, ass gripping as hard as it could. Or at least the bird thought he was. Despite his best efforts, it didn't amount to much.

The deer groped the birds ass, kneading it as he thrust up harder and harder. Grunting and panting, he pulled the bird into a hug, and kept him to his chest tight. The bird whimpered and shivered in the grasp, getting close to his climax. And after a few more thrusts he reached it. His breath caught as it felt like his dick was about to be pulled off. A thick, foul smelling liquid oozed from his tip. But Alfvin didn't notice. He kept thrusting till he too reached his limit, and filled the birds ass with cum.

Still keeping the bird in a hug, the deer panted. "That was great... Sorry that this has to be the only time. Hope this helped." He whispered, smiling slightly while the birds hands went over his chest. Slowly the cardinal moved from him. His eyes went over the Alfvin. It was the first time he saw him naked, and finally wasn't bothered by a splitting headache or unnatural lust. His body was heavily scarred. "All these scars..." He started, still sitting on the deer's cock. "Yeah... Protecting Victor..." He said, smiling slightly. "I can help..." The bird said. But his voice was off. "What do you mean?" Was all that the deer could say before he felt his own knife glide over his neck. His eyes went wide as the warm blood started quickly mat his clean white fur. He opened his mouth to speak, but could only cough, as the throat filled with blood. Alfvin's hands grasped at the birds hands. And all he got in response was a happy smile from the avian. "Now you won't be hurt again." He whispered, as the light in the deer's eyes started to fade. His hands moved on the birds arms and his own throat. The cut was deep. Almost all the way to his spine.

As the deer's eyes grew hazy, not quite dead yet, but not far off the bird snapped back to reality. His beak and eyes grew wide, and he let go of the bloody knife. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't scream. He quickly put pressure on the wound of his rapidly fading comrade, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was all for naught. He knew it. Tears rolled down his beak, and he kept whispering "Nonono, please, no." And finally, the deer's life was gone. Mordecai quickly scooted backwards, making the deer twitch, thanks to the cock still the avian's his ass. "Shit" He whisper yelled, and carefully he looked to the mouse. None the wiser about what happened, he read his notes.

The bird hurried to his tent, and sat there. Covered in his friends blood, shivering and sobbing, hoping the mouse won't hear him. He couldn't sleep now. And only comfort he had, was the voice in his ear, praising him for his victory for a master he didn't know he had. And he hated every second of it. Not only for it making him go that far, but for taking comfort from it.

After a few hours, Victor finally tapped Mordecai's tent. "Wake up. Your turn." He whispered. "Yeah... I'll be right out. Go to bed..." The bird replied, horrified at what the words would mean. With a hard swallow, and started to quickly wipe blood off his feathers. An easy enough job, with his already red feathers, but he did so meticulously. After clean enough in his mind, he pulled his robe on, and stepped out of the tent. And as he did, he heard it. Victors pained and panicked cry. "Alfvin! Mordecai! Help!" He cried out, and the bird couldn't take a step towards the tent. He knew what would greet him there. "Come quick! Alfvin needs help!" The mouse kept screaming, and the bird could hear the absolute terror and panic in him. "Go comfort your victim, toy" He heard the mocking whisper in his ear. And after a few moments, he did, acting as if he didn't know what was going on, and even trying to heal the corpse of the fighter before taking the mouse into a long embrace. "Good work, toy. Rest assured. I won't ask any more of you tonight."