Renathan had already been through a ton of hard times. He had been, to his knowledge, the only person to truly battle a sarane and live; a sarane that was -on fire- at that. Renathan was a strange person, and he knew it. He was thankful that he'd survived that occasion, and it was really just barely. He couldn't have imagined surviving that if he had something else to protect there with him, like the tiny chiryma. However, he figured that if a big black drake came upon them, that he could put the chiryma in the mining cart to try to protect it, if all else failed. Their best bet would be to just keep the chick quiet and hope that nothing would investigate them due to noises or anything. Renathan continues on to another corridor across the room, and hopes for the best yet again. Nothing promising could be found in the room he'd just left anyway.
This new corridor was even more promising. Renathan was pleased to smell the rain now, before he could only hear it hitting the boulder outside. Now, he could smell the petrichor, and it smelled like hope and promise. He felt his heart do a bit of a jig in his chest and then settle back down. He felt like they may be able to get out now, sooner rather than later. He knew he'd been walking for a long time earlier, and now he had a very, very squirmy little chick demanding for both his attention and to be let down. Renathan calmly tutted at it, speaking softly. He wished that the chocolate-colored chiryma was Auburn instead, which he had 'Bond Broken' with earlier to do this trip by himself to bond with the creature a bit... Wait. Now the stakes were even higher; if he didn't get to Auburn within a few hours... Their link would cause her to die.
Now there was a slight bit of a panic coursing through his chest that he wasn't sure how to push it down. Renathan finally pushed the anxiety down some, to a manageable level. He could tell that the tiny chiryma was looking at him. He stared down into it's eyes, bright and blue- questioning. Almost too intelligent, he felt. He soothed it with a gentle pet on it's head, feeling those strange little nubs on it's head, like horns only quite fuzzy. Renathan grinned despite the moment. He did really enjoy his creatures a ton, and he knew, just knew, that they could get out of here in time to save both themselves and Auburn. Renathan pushes on, cradling the now much less wiggly Lisle in his arm as he did earlier. He wasn't sure how much longer this was going to take, but he was sure not long. The smell of rain was great.
Renathan was finally able to see something just ahead, a bit of soft grey light filtering out at the end of the tunnel that he was currently in. Or that was what it looked like; as he got closer he realized that it appeared to branch off. Renathan hoped that there would be some way to get up there, and that it was large enough to keep them from having to continue on, especially down a fork... He hoped that his decent sense of smell would help him out some if that wound up being the case. The mammalian made it down the tunnel with a bit of haste, and then looked up above him. It was still raining, but more softly now. The hole was definitely large enough for him to even drag the mine cart through, but it was so high up... He would need to get another rock to here to get himself out, and he was sure that he could drag the mining cart up as well...
Renathan left the mining cart there, except for a single flashlight and his tiny chiryma. He kept the mining cart just out of the rain, and then he walked over to the right fork, sniffing the air and the wall carefully. He could smell mold down this way, which meant more dampness. He sniffed the left side of the fork, and realized he could smell air, rain, and a slight breeze. That meant that there might be another way out just up ahead. Still, he left the mining cart where it was, he'd come back and get it if there wound up being a better way out up ahead. Renathan took the left path instead of the right, figuring that the less watery the area the more safe the walls would be. He still felt stupid. He should have paid more attention to his surroundings, so that he could have left before the rain started and presumably slid the boulder in front of the usual way of getting out.
Renathan certainly didn't like that he'd gotten them into this situation, but he planned to get them out as soon as possible. They were both in immediate and eventual danger, and he needed to make sure that they wouldn't get into this situation again ever. Renathan walked down the corridor on alert, just in case something worse happened than what was already going on, but feeling quite calm again. Sure, he'd given himself a panic scare earlier, but he knew that they had some time, and he knew that they could get out feasibly in that time, even if Renathan had to leave his things here and come get them later on. Renathan was just looking for a rock he could drag... He carefully pets the chiryma as they go on, comfortingly, and he keeps his eyes peeled for stones. So far, nothing that was large enough could be seen anywhere.
Renathan was just now being able to see a bit of light on the far end, and he felt a strong ray of excitement pulse through him. He knew that they might just be able to make it out if it was large enough... He quickened his pace at the cost of making a little more noise, excitedly. He wasn't sure what to expect, but he was excited about it! He wasn't worrying about anything at the moment, which could easily be a mistake. He didn't think about that at the moment, however. Renathan quickly comes up to the hole in the roof of the cave, and looks up, staring at it hopefully. The hole was low enough that he could stand on his toes and reach it, and it was just big enough for him to crawl through... Renathan carefully put the chiryma in his backpack's biggest pocket, on top of a pile of cloths. He used to carry his sarane whelps like this all the time.
The chiryma didn't like this at all; and tried to squirm out, so Renathan made sure to mostly, but not all the way of course, zip the backpack. The creature could just barely get his head through, but not his body. Renathan leans up on his tip toes and then tries to pull himself out of the mining cave through the hole. Renathan is able to get himself mostly out before he hears it; a soft screech from the chiryma. It was frightened, alarmed by something. He didn't give it any mind, thinking that the creature had been bothered by being stuck in the backpack and then his changing position.
Renathan felt a searing pain in his leg, and then a jerking sensation.
He tries to pull himself up and out of the mine desperately, but feels his body grabbed and thrown down to the ground. He has enough agency to turn so that he lands on his stomach instead of on the backpack; but only just barely. He rolls out of the way, and then holds his leg, which was now bleeding. The wound didn't look so bad at first glance.
Renathan didn't have a lot of time to glance over the wound before he saw it. Or rather, he thought he saw it. Something was lurking in the shadows of the mineshaft that continued ahead of them, something -big-. It was dark, blending in the shadows, and Renathan could only see it's golden eyes, staring at him from the darkness. Thanks to the light filtering down from above, he was blinded, not able to see the whole thing. Renathan quickly raises to both feet, and despite his injury, ignores the pain to glare into the darkness. He knew they couldn't run. Renathan quickly pulls his backpack off of his back and removes the chiryma from it. Thankfully, the creature was not hurt. Renathan knew he had to get the creature above ground, and now. He'd worry about himself in a moment. Through the pain, Renathan quickly tries to put the chiryma through the hole, and he finally gets the baby creature to safety.
Renathan does take the moment to try to escape himself, only to be grabbed and dragged down again, thankfully by the same leg. Renathan was prepared this time, fire filtering through his fingertips. He locks eyes with the large creature, and makes the loudest sound possible. He's just barely able to drag himself to his feet despite the pain. The creature growled at him back, but retreated back to the darkness, as if it was a bit more adjusted to the shadows and maybe the light caused it's eyes pain. That would make sense. Renathan settles down, taking a knee, and staring at the creature as aggressively as possible. Above him, the chocolate-colored chiryma made a loud noise, gathering the large creature's attention. Renathan took the moment to wrap a cloth from his backpack around his leg, above the wound to stop the bleeding a bit. Renathan is panicked, however, when the creature decides to lunge at him.
As soon as this happened, Renathan got an eye full of those awful, vaguely crocodilian teeth. The breath stank- the mammalian was only just able to register that before he saw something streak down from above; something brown, and land on the creature's face. Renathan's breath caught in his throat and he cursed in his native tongue- he knew exactly what that was. In Renathan's past year in the labs, he had became quite good friends with a lot of his creatures. He knew that Auburn, bless her soul, would stand by his side no matter what. He knew that Shy Guy even tried to 'protect' him even from his sarane, and he knew that the Labs creatures, for others, tended to get so protective that they would never leave their masters, even in peril. In that moment, Renathan full-blown panicked. The horrible monster was certainly surprised by the sudden face full of food it had suddenly received, giving Renathan a bit of time to go on the offensive.
Renathan leapt forward with speed he couldn't believe he possessed; in fact, he was sure that it was one of those situations where he thought about going to a place, and was suddenly there. He places his hand on the monster's eye and then releases an almost accidentally strong blast of fire from his hand, which had the intended effect and a bit worse. The creature stumbled back, smelling burnt and making a horrific screeching noise that rattled Renathan's mind. The creature streaked down into the deeper levels of the mines, perhaps it had been drawn to him because of the rain? Renathan wasn't sure. Renathan drops to a knee and grimaces. His leg really, really hurt. However, he had to figure out what had happened to Lisle. He panicked as he felt around the dark, finally, his eyes grew a bit more used to it. He could hear something... A cheep. Not too far away.
Renathan swallowed a bit of bile that threatened to come up, and he quickly made his way to where the noise had come from. It had sounded weak, and he didn't hear another. It didn't take another for the mammalian to find the tiny creature. It had been tossed by the looks of it, and landed on the soft sand on the other side of the room. Renathan was terrified that it had been killed; but he was thankful when he touched it's soft downy back and realized that it was breathing. Renathan picked it up gently, and turned it over, noting a bit of bright blood- the creature must have landed on a horn when it [stupidly... bravely] had leapt from it's safety onto the creature's head to protect him... One of it's thick back legs had been ripped open slightly, and was twisted at an odd angle.
Renathan felt a pang of hatred flare up. There was nothing really to aim it at but himself.
Renathan cursed under his breath. He had gotten them into this, he felt so stupid now. What had he been thinking, bringing baby creatures down here?! Sure, he'd trained tons of baby creatures in the mines, and he hadn't meant to take this tiny creature somewhere dangerous; that first room was very close to the surface and he wasn't planning on going any further into the mines, and... And... And... Renathan snaps himself out of it. He couldn't perform first aid right now, the chiryma was much too small. Renathan's own leg was killing him. He tried to raise up on it, but found that it was going to be very hard to do. He finally breathes hard, and then holds his breath, pushing himself up regardless of the pain. He couldn't raise to his toes to get to the hole anymore, so he simply wrapped the chiryma up in a small cloth, as gently as possible to the leg.
Renathan held it in his arm, and glanced around desperately. He was able to think of something now, in the pain haze, that he couldn't before. He knew he could stand on top of the mining cart to get out of the hole in the ceiling from earlier. Why had he not thought of this before? Renathan cursed himself, yet again, and made his slow, limping way back to the mining cart. He was sure that his leg was not broken, just cut. The cuts didn't look bad for what could possibly be some kind of a half-missed sarane nip; he'd had worse before from his own sarane. However, sarane were big creatures, and he could hardly move for the pain. He still pressed on, making his was as quickly as possible. He had to get the creature to a healer, as soon as possible. He could wait, of course.