The Devil's Got You Beat // Joining, Injured

[elijah]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 1.5; font-size: 9pt;"]While Elijah was more than willing to believe in the existence of pegasi, unicorns, vampires and nymphs, he didn't exactly believe in trains. They had no real place in the fantasy world he imagined himself to be in. It simply didn't belong within his realm of fiction and wonder, felt off when he tried to include it that he, more or less, ignored the presence of trains when flipping through his picture books. He was currently exploring the forest, trotting along as he pretended to be a deer. He made high steps, considering the grace of each placement of his paw, tail high because he thought it to look more elegant. His wings are tucked against his sides, leaves and dirt wedged between his delicate feathers because, as a child, he thought it was a smart decision to roll around the forest until he felt bored. He liked exploring this area more than the beach because there were more critters for him to spot, loudly squeaking in glee whenever he happened to see a bird in a tree or a mouse scurry beneath the bushes. He would always break his character and chase after it, tailing the poor rodent until he finds himself bumping into a tree.

There was, however, a smell brewing in the air that he didn't really like. It was metallic, the same awful smell he noticed when walking past blacksmiths. His nose scrunched up on instincts, the boy poking out his tongue and showing no one in particular that he didn't like the smell. However, instead of tucking his tail and turning around, he decided to follow the source. There was no use calling himself a warlock if he was too cowardly to see what evil beast was lurking around, spreading his wings and flying closer to the tree tops. He takes frequent breaks at branches to sniff at the air to see if he was getting closer or further away, stopping when he realises he can feel his own pulse for once but deciding to continue on again. He is sure his heart will keep up with him as he lands, seeing the large structure. He didn't know exactly what it was, not looking at the relic in the correct position but becoming immediately distracted by the injured wolf. Not knowing any better, he frowns: "You're hurt." It was obvious because of the blood but instead of doing what the pirates of the island would have expected him to do, he feels a pang to try and help the stranger. "Mama's temple is not too far from here. You should follow me! I've seen mama clean wounds before so I think I can help." Before letting the other speak, he's already turned around and begun marching the other direction towards the Necro Mambas' temple.

[ ooc ] super rushed have to go to church i had four minutes oof