Everything after Helayne’s return became a blur. One known disappearing down the hall almost as swiftly as she’d reappeared, that fleeting familiarity ushered away by encroaching figures. Beasts hardly trusted as visages lay twisted within the hound’s eyes while they spoke in foreign weaving tongues. It left unease to fester anew as this morphed stranger rushed to look him over with marks of falsified concern. Lips wanted to curl upon each unrecognizable phrase, the desire snarl like the wolven blood within implored him to in hopes of frightening off the unknown the moment cool fingers touched upon heated skin.

However, no matter what brewed beneath the surface one could make hollow threats, empty promises as senses waned. Little energy left to carry out a snap of fangs or even a garbled protest of being whisked away alongside this assigned presence. One proclaimed as the best in attendance but Augustus found such phrases hard to believe when it lay behind the haunting visage of unfamiliarity. Outlandishness made ever more monstrous by the accursed poison coursing through his veins, muddling the mind and plaguing it with everlasting hallucination. He didn’t want to go with this creature.

Hadn’t what Helayne done been enough?

Apparently not according to what one could register from the tongues of beasts. Scoff issued toward the remnants of bitter tincture even as it churned the goat’s stomach and flooded his jaws with an excess of saliva. His own tongue briefly pressing between teeth as he swallowed back that rising urge but little else of these stranger’s crafted phrases reached his ears upon the application of additional mixtures. Those which quieted any wild thoughts and allowed the hound to slip into blissful oblivion. A journey home, any treatments applied after the fact, barely small pieces of it all piercing the fog until a greater consciousness stirred.

Thoughts tangling together and fighting for understanding all while dulled senses reached for whatever could be grasped in way of scent or sound knowing full well sight may still be unreliable. Especially as it fell upon the very same ‘healer’ that had been beheld back within the study. Fixation found upon the entity. It was exhausting dealing with this beast, assurances that he was fine now seemingly falling upon deaf ears. All of it brushed aside as the supposed fixer refused to be run off so easily. Though he wanted this one gone yet before any more even resembling words could bubble from within the goat’s throat it was another’s soothing lyrics which filled the air.

Insistence hailing from the keeper Ajax that he could take it from here. The worst was over with after all for one had already given a supposed antidote, herbal remedies lay combined with the steady thrum of the vampric’s own blood weave. Magic tingling beneath August’s skin as it delved further than any physician’s touch dared. Coiling within sinew and pulsing with each beat, sending a strange yet pleasant warmth to radiate against flesh. It helped to soothe what the doctor could not. If anything more arose Augustus trusted Ajax to assist, to handle things as he’d done so many times before as finally the mysterious figure fled upon the near silent click of the door.

Relaxation gradually creeping in as he was left in peace, however, such a thing was not meant to last as ears swiveled toward the slow groan of hinges. Lyrics nearly snapping to tell the healer off if already they attempted to return. Only to fall quiet before anything more than a tongue’s click could escape him. Perfumes of one known lacing the air, a being scented but a few hours prior. Her whisper like a melody as it called out in question against the low light… but what was she doing here? Lest this was just another trick of the mind. Mockery of the senses attempting to lure him into stupidity of talking with ghosts.

His own askance never fleeing his lips as a rosen gaze lingered upon the doorway. Yet it was not only he who looked to her then as maned feline and the antlered guardian’s sights fixated upon a her. A smile ticking at the corner of the damned’s lips as he took in the faint familiarity held in a face’s contours. In that instance Ajax would say nothing but offer a slight nod to the woman as he stood to leave. Though when he is within easy earshot, as he moves past, the vampire leans in. Issuing whispered warning, “Be on your best behavior for me now, hm? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

‘Heimdall Ilirium,’ a name spoken within her mind alone as crimson gaze razed over features known, certainty in it now when taking in the cocktail of natural perfumes which emanated from her skin. From one who heeded the call of a king’s decree. A calling mimicking the ways it had once boomed from the maw of the grand marshal, lyrics from a time when both had seemingly answered a summons beneath another’s name. Ajax offers her nothing more than a warm smile then, the same fanged grin given with a bow seized in hand.

Silent acknowledgment before stepping across the threshold and securing the door behind one August apparently knew. Post taken up along the other side with intent to stand guard. Keep the ‘riff raff’ out for he knew the goat to loath the hounding presences of those a family had temporarily assigned to the estate. Merely something to keep up an image when they had cared not for such precautions in times past. Besides, a lot of good those stationed here did if the silver haired woman and her gargantuan canine were able to slip in unseen for none rushed the halls in efforts of stopping a possible intruder come to finish the job.

Utterly useless.
At least this one didn’t seem to pose too much of a risk.

Within, among a guardian’s departure, it left the hound wholly alone with one known in mostly passing. Dressed down compared to the fabrics which had once draped across her frame with swooping dips though in these moments he was no different for all fanciful garb adorning him had been stripped away. Replaced by the silken robes typically slept in though it would hardly spark a sense of shame as a small huff of laughter fled his lungs. Arms crossing lightly after pushing himself up to better lean against the headboard, “Helayne? You’re a sight for sore eyes but please t-tell me no one saw you come in. Other than our darling Ajax of course, I don’t think I can take much more of their nagging.”

For it was hardly a genuine sense of worry which echoed from within the medic. Even before hearing her answer a hand motions to invite her to sit upon the plush trappings of a bed. A place he didn’t wish to remain but it was still difficult to stand without proper assistance or leverage. Those same digits half-heartedly waving at the big cat lounging against the oversized mattress, a beast casting a wary glance toward not only the woman but the behemoth hound who crept at her side. Rumble of warning rising within the saber tooth’s throat yet it only coaxed fingers to wind within that thick mane in quiet assurance. “Don’t mind Jafar. He just doesn’t want to share with your friend there,” and as if proving his point the big cat leaned into his touch before relenting and moving to sprawl over the foot of the bed. Ensuring that the ‘intruders’ wolf could not fit without risk of catching a lion’s claw.