Thread:Feed Her To The Wolves/@comment-34928186-20191112022657/@comment-36459171-20191116025352

oh thats good to hear x) )

Kars took in a deep breath, willing every atom in his body to remain calm and not kill this woman where she stood. Instead, he focused on Eurythmic, squeezing her hand lightly in his own for reassurance. Hearing her pained scream wrung his heart, he hated to hear it, but he was relieved to see the wound already healing itself. He let out a sigh of relief, until she mentioned the blade. He stiffened by the slightest, but didn’t really give anything away.

“You’re just seeing things.” He insisted as she rubbed at his forearm. She mustn’t know, he thought to himself.

“I don’t care about those consequences, I’ll take them.” He said challengingly. “Sit down and rest.” He gently moved her back to where she lay. “Eisidisi has Nirvana, I trust him.”

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Genji had finally returned home, cautious to slink through the shadows the closer he got. Since he was human, his wound didn’t heal up instantly, and so instead he merely held a hand against the new scar. He figured that all his previous scars were from Dragon’s Breath, possibly accidental cuts from being untaught in the ways of this creature, and told himself he’d dedicate more time to unlocking its abilities.

As he treaded back with silent footsteps, he could see a pissed off Old Woman and an Eisidisi holding what appeared to be the baby Nirvana. Not wanting to disturb them, knowing that Eurythmic was alright, he perched upon a stone and peeled his hand from the wound. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it wasn’t light either, blood staining his palm. He let a sigh, tearing a strip of fabric from his pants and wrapping it around his arm.