BLEEDING STAR | Open, injury

[Nero]

Nero hadn't witnessed the events prior to Anzarel's injury. Rather, he was called over by the distinct smell of blood. There was something else there, but it was definitely blood. Nero wandered over slowly, eyes fixated on the inky wound. He crouched low to the ground, pupils contracted and tail thrashing. Surely someone so big wouldn't mind losing just a little bit of blood? Nero took a step forward, but then seemed to snap himself out of it, shaking his head furiously and batting at his face with a paw. He couldn't just take blood after being welcomed in to this place. Nero didn't know much about anything, but he was pretty sure that stuff like that was considered rude. The feline stood from his crouched position, and made his way closer to the galaxy-clad creature in a much less threatening way this time. "What happened?" He managed to ask, yet to notice the ash that coated the ground. Like usual, he was completely and utterly fixated on the wound, as otherworldly as said injury was.