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Feeling light headed and floaty, Mark approached the wounded beast, his breath short and heavy, heartbeat loud and fanatic, frenzied, confined within ribs that now became a disturbingly sadistic reminder of how human he is in front of such a giant creature.
The Thing looked at him straight in the eye, unmoving, assessing, dangerous...and injured. Revoltingly injured. Its gigantic leg gutted out, blood and fluid and muscle mass spilling out of deep blue torn out fur, a sickening, stark contrast to the overwhelming white of its bones.
Mark's heart increased its thumps as the beast growled warningly at him, protectively turning rightward in an attempt to cover its injury while trying to valiantly raise itself to appear larger and scare the human away.
What the hell am I doing? I should go, turn around, leave! But I'm stuck...I can't go...This, this is what being a Saturn means... 'When a Saturn comes upon a Lion, it is the Saturn's legacy to nurture it and end its suffering. Those that overlook the Lion shall writhe the same fate as the tortured, for no one is above assisting any creature- Orbit Delta makes sure of that.'
The truly, honest to God, giant beast is not remotely similar to a Lion; however, it has emotions, it senses, it has a soul, it is alive, to leave it tortured is a sin in and of itself. It would eat Mark up with guilt and drown him with the heart wrenching imagery of it bleeding to death in a wooded area where A-Vultures prey on it (it would kill him as his overly active brain creates scenarios upon scenarios of it having a family waiting, worrying, then mourning a member).
The beast growled once more and bared its teeth at Mark, instinctively pulling itself to its full height- almost towering over the ancient, proud oak trees- but then whining a pained sound and curling in on itself.
"Hey, big guy, sh...sh...it's okay...it hurts a lot doesn't it? It's okay I can help you, yeah? Will you let me do that please? Hey, hey, see this?" Mark gently asked, ignoring the mixed whines and snarls of the beast as he raised the sleeve of his dark green cloak, revealing the soft cream and the icy blue colored Saturn tattoo, "I am a Saturn- Orbit Delta. You know that it means I'll help you, yeah? I am Saturn, Orbit Delta."
The beast stopped its snarling and inspected him again once more, it then, after few tense moments where Mark feared his neck would get snapped, uncurled itself and lowered its head on the floor as it produced a soft helpless and begging sound that clearly stated its pain and fear.
Mark soothingly smiled and let out a soft, relieved sigh, "Thank you."
THE END!
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