11-25-2018, 02:55 PM
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Tamaki was concerned for Mirio. His wounds were very nasty and possibly infected. He would've dragged the wagon to Sunhaven, but his friend insisted on dragging it to their new home. He hated Sephiroth and his sacrifices to his false god. He was insane. If he or Mirio had stayed in the Rosebloods, they would've risked being chosen as sacrifices, and the hybrid wouldn't know what to do if he had lost the other. Tugging at the white cloak that hid most of his body, he glanced upward as he felt the cart come to a sudden halt. "Mirio? We in Sunhaven yet?" He had questioned, only to be distracted by the scents of Dimitri and Crypticwhisper.
A nervous expression formed on his face, though it was hidden by his cloak. He took a step forward, his ears perked up, so he could listen in on their conversation. None of them seemed to be hostile. Relaxing his tensed body, the hybrid slowly stepped out of the wagon and he stood next to Mirio. "Fine, but you need to rest as soon as we get to the camp. You're injured." He muttered, avoiding everyone else's eyes out of his nervousness and he lowered his head, snake-like tongue lapping away at the cool liquid. Then he was reminded of how hungry he was. "Is there any food sources nearby?" He asked Marina, taking note of how she seemed like a person in power.
Tamaki was concerned for Mirio. His wounds were very nasty and possibly infected. He would've dragged the wagon to Sunhaven, but his friend insisted on dragging it to their new home. He hated Sephiroth and his sacrifices to his false god. He was insane. If he or Mirio had stayed in the Rosebloods, they would've risked being chosen as sacrifices, and the hybrid wouldn't know what to do if he had lost the other. Tugging at the white cloak that hid most of his body, he glanced upward as he felt the cart come to a sudden halt. "Mirio? We in Sunhaven yet?" He had questioned, only to be distracted by the scents of Dimitri and Crypticwhisper.
A nervous expression formed on his face, though it was hidden by his cloak. He took a step forward, his ears perked up, so he could listen in on their conversation. None of them seemed to be hostile. Relaxing his tensed body, the hybrid slowly stepped out of the wagon and he stood next to Mirio. "Fine, but you need to rest as soon as we get to the camp. You're injured." He muttered, avoiding everyone else's eyes out of his nervousness and he lowered his head, snake-like tongue lapping away at the cool liquid. Then he was reminded of how hungry he was. "Is there any food sources nearby?" He asked Marina, taking note of how she seemed like a person in power.