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PLAYERS INVOLVED: Fyfergrund, NyteDaez

SETTING: Southwest of Ibenia, on the edge of the mountains.

WEATHER: Cloudy skies, cool breeze.

TIME: One day ahead of Current. Evening.

CHARACTERS INVOLVED:Mizette (Fyfer) Wyatt (Nyte)
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Mizette was in a lot of pain, and enraged. Deep, snarling breaths escaped her, and she gazed around with blazing red eyes at the scattered corpses, or what was left of them, that surrounded her. Three ling, barbed ballista bolts stood out of her flesh, trailing heavy chains, one in her left shoulder, one in her left flank, pinning her wing to her side, and the third in her right hip.

A group of Faction soldiers, mistaking her for a dragon, had attempted to capture and subdue her so she could be taken prisoner, but although thy had succeeded in shooting her out of the sky, she was driven into a frenzy both from the attack and being referred to as a dragon. In her rage, she had broken the chains holding her, and slaughtered the entire group before they knew what they were dealing with.

She snarled and glared accusingly at the bodies, as if blaming them for being dead already before she could fully unleash her rage upon them. But, when they refused to give her more cause to strike them, she angrily raked her claws over a few of their corpses, tossing them around, then limped off, pausing every so often to fruitlessly snap at the ballista bolts embedded in her hide, unable to reach them well enough to dislodge them.

After a bit, she paused in her tracks, and her head raised as she listened, and sniffed at the air. Her eyes turned bright red again, and she snarled as she caught the scent of something nearby. Something that smelled not unlike the wretches who had tried to capture her. Without hesitation, she surged into motion with a loud racket as the chains she was dragging clanged and whipped around, fangs bared as she raced headlong at whoever was unfortunate to be nearby.
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It was getting noticeably late now. After packing up his stuff and heading along the determined path which was supposed to lead to Ibenia, Wyatt wasn't certain on just how far or for how long he'd been walking, but the strain he felt on his muscles was starting to make it clear that he'd been doing so long enough. "Maybe I should think about setting up camp for the night." With no end in sight, the mental burden had begun to take it's toll on the young lad and he was certain it had been more than a couple of hours that he'd started following along his path to civilisation. However, on the subject of settling down for the night, there didn't seem to be any places of residence in the immediate area. All that he could make sense of were tree's in every direction, and the furious visage of a mountain range within distance. Much closer than he was even aware of in the first place.

Taking a moment to halt and set himself down against a tree for a moment, a flask of water was retrieved from his pouch and brought to his mouth for a quick swig. By his calculations, he should at least be another day or so away from Ibenia, even if he had initially misjudged just how far he'd have to walk. It was probably the distances on the map or something not adding up - he doubted they accounted for one of his stature in the least.

Just as he rested his head against drying bark of the tree and felt the throngs of sleep begin to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, an odd jingling sound rang out through the air. The young adventurer's reaction was severely delayed by the haze of sleep and he jolted forward with widened eyes. Such a sound being made in a forest, the sound of metal striking together in a rhythmless roar was next to impossible without someone (or something being the cause). And rubbing his eyes free of sleep, the boy peered around the tree he sat behind with curiosity shining within his eyes. A hand tentatively reaching for the hilt of his blade nestled in the sheath on his back.

Y'know, just in case...

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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The youthful adventurer chose the wrong moment to glance out from behind the tree. His curious gaze was met with the enraged visage of the onrushing sarka, who now had a clear target for her pain-fueled wrath. Upon spotting him, her pace quickened, and she lunged, head tilting to the side, intending to clamp her jaws around him.

But, as she lunged, one of the chains dragging behind her whipped around the base of a tree, making her stumble just as she lunged, and she was drawn up short, hissing in pain as her fangs sank deep into the tree, scant inches from the young adventurer's face. Gleaming red eyes glared at him for a moment before she wrenched her teeth free, granting him a brief reprieve as she glared back at the chain.

She yanked at it, hissing in pain for a moment before she snatched it between her teeth and hauled it free from the tree, sending it whipping around with a loud clang before she turned her attention back towards her prey, a bit more wary after having been snagged.
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There were many things Wyatt regretted in his life. Being alive generally meant eventually gathering many kinds of regrets throughout a persons lifetime based on the choices they made. Some choices were correct, and thus could be treated as positive experience for future reference, and others were just purely negative experiences which were often the very foundation of what those past grievances might be. For example; There were times when he'd pick the right item in a shop which would come in useful later down the line, or times when he'd wake up early one day and find out later that he'd have had an unfavourable encounter if he hadn't. But then there were situations where he would make a wrong turn and end up lost in the woods somewhere, or even speak to the wrong person in a city and eventually find himself being robbed. It was all apart of living, and life was all about making those choices and growing as a person based on those experiences. It was perfectly normal.

So then, why did looking behind his tree feel like the worst mistake he'd ever made in his entire life? That it would be the very last thing he ever did? And that he'd not even get a chance to fully regret even thinking about doing it in a few moments? Well, the jaws lined with several sharp teeth aiming to take a bite out of his face. The boy made an odd sound reminiscent of someone being grabbed by the throat and jerked himself back a second or so after the beast of a dragon had lodged its teeth into the side of the tree. It was frankly unlike anything he'd ever seen before. And scrambling away only seemed to help cement the amount of awe and fear he felt at being so close to the creature.

But as it glared at him, he figured it was probably best not to try and assess his feelings on the matter. Now was the time for running.

Wasting no time in scrambling to his feet, he managed to take off in a random direction in the hopes of losing the beast. His breath escaping his lungs in short, sharp gasps as his boots crushed wayward undergrowth beneath his every step. He glanced back at the beast just to check if was where'd left it, but he didn't dare stop just yet. While that thing was nearby, he definitely wouldn't be getting any sleep anytime soon anyway.

The ringing of chains seemed to reach his ears again, but that just prompted the kid to start calling for help. "Help! Heeeeeeeelp! There's a dragon after me!"

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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The sight of fleeing prey, especially in the direction of the nearby mountains where the terrain could offer any number of hiding places, only prompted Mizette to resume the chase, albeit still warily, her predatory instincts kicking in as the pain in her body made weakened her rational thought process. Chains clanged as she pursued the human, and despite her more measured pace, she was still fast enough to not only match pace wit him, but to begin to close the gap between them.

But, when he screamed about being chased by a dragon, a dragon, she paused in her tracks, eyes awash with a myriad of colors before settling one more into a blazing red as renewed fury filled her being as, for the second time that day, she was mistaken for a dragon. A hissing snarl escaped her as her growing rage deadened the pain of her wounds.

"Dragon? Dragon!? You-" she hissed, too enraged to give voice to her thoughts. All thoughts of minding the chains dragging along with her vanished, and she surged into motion once more, racing headlong after the fleeing human, a long, sibilant, feral snarl escaping her as she pursued him, intending to rip him into pieces when she caught him.

As she race after hi, the chains dragging from the bolts lodged in her hide clanged and clattered as they were lashed around, whipping through the undergrowth and threatening to wrap around trees, occasionally getting entangled with rocks, shrubs, or fallen branches before being yanked free, tugging at the sarka's flesh in the process, but so focused was she on her prey that she paid this no mind.
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The heavy thuds of a dragon's paws traversing the earth behind him was unmistakable. So the beast really was out to get him. But weren't dragons in general supposed to be honourable, law-abiding creatures that normally didn't attack other species without warning? He hadn't even provoked this one and yet it was after him. What could he possibly have done to garner the rage of this one?

The dragon spoke, yelling at him somewhat for... calling it a dragon? "What in the world!?" Was all he could gasp out, keeping his attention ahead of him. He needed to find something, or someone that could potentially protect him from the beast. He was certain that if at any point, it chose to go airborne, his life would quite literally come to a screeching halt. Wait, the dragon had spoken, right? Surely that meant it could understand humans too! "H-h-hey! Hold on! Why are you chasing me!?" His rushing footsteps were keeping him alive for now, only because he was moving at top speed, but for how long could he keep that up for? And what was more...

The hair on the back of his neck stood on end as the dragon's footsteps became quicker, getting closer despite how fast he was moving. Wyatt had never been all that bright, but didn't that signify in some way or another that this dragon was faster than him? Then... it was only a matter of time! He needed to hold it back somehow! Reaching for his blade, Elysion, on instinct, he extended the blade completely to his side and glanced back to see if the dragon would notice or even show some kind of caution. He needed to catch his breath, and if he could force it to stop, maybe he could even get some sort of reasoning from it's actions. He hoped.

"Listen! Can we talk?! I'd really like it if you gave me a chance talk!" More like, he hoped the dragon would be willing to let him catch his breath and maybe persuade it to leave him alone. Gazing back at the winged lizard, he noted the various dark colors which adorned her hide and the red eyes which seemed directed at him - fairly sure there weren't many species of dragons with that kind of colouring. "What specie are you!?" All this talking (or rather, shouting back over his shoulder at the dragon) and the brunet kid hadn't even noticed the approaching mountain in the distance had become considerably closer - or that he was much closer than he had been when he'd tried taking a nap. How long had he been running for?

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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Mizette's headlong charge abruptly slowed when her hind paw came down upon the chain attached to her shoulder, and she staggered mid-stride, snarling in anger and pain as she kicked the offending chain free of her hind foot. She turned her pupil-less eyes back towards the fleeing human as he spoke again. His question struck her as so absurd she couldn't help but snort in mild amusement, eyes flicking with shades of yellow intermingled with the red.

"I would think it was obvious. I intend to kill you," she replied evenly in a harsh whisper as she resumed stalking him, albeit once again using more caution. She eyed the sword in his hand, but remained undeterred, supremely confident in her ability to dispatch one mere human, despite being already wounded and weighed down by the chains lodged within her flesh. She smirked as he begged for a chance to talk.

"You have until I reach you, human. I suggest you make the most of it," she stated in the same harsh whisper, feeling she could be generous since this one wasn't dressed the same as the fools who had tried to capture her before she slaughtered them. Dispatching this one would be easy, if she had decided to give voice to her deadly screech. But it was too quick, too...boring. But, when next he spoke, her eyes narrowed, and lost all trace of amusement.

"Ignorant fool...do you not know a sarka when you see one? No, I suppose not. One such as you would not have survived an encounter with any of my kind. Just as you will not survive this meeting," she promised with a sibilant hiss.
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This had to be the scariest moment he'd ever had in his entire life. The dragon had seen his blade, but didn't seem bothered at all! But why!? Running for so long like this, he was beginning to run out of ideas, run out of options, and his stamina was beginning to suffer as a result. He was stumbling now, every so often stray rocks and stones posing more of a problem for him than was possible previously. If this dragon caught him, he was dead! But what more could be done? It wasn't stopping or slowing down!

Ah! It was speaking! So maybe he had a chance to persuade it after all, right? He glanced back at it for a moment, only for his expression to become much more horrified. It wanted to kill him!? N-no way! Sheathing his blade back into it's holster, he focused on his breathing and... just generally staying alive. He couldn't outpace it, he couldn't fight it and it had no intention of letting him live. Should he start praying to Time now? Or...

Well, the main thing was that it was giving him the chance to speak. Her voice, oddly enough to him, sounded sort of feminine? He hoped he wasn't wrong - least her possible rage worsen than it already was. "Y-Y-You're a female, right?? So, uhm, I-I've never met a -Sarka?- like you! B-but you're really pretty!" He almost stumbled and crashed into a tree, but righted himself and continued on. The approaching mountain was much closer now! If he could just reach it, he'd gain the high ground and hopefully...

"I-I'll bet you're real strong too! I bet there's nothing in the realms that could make you upset, right? Y-you're too powerful for that!" He gasped out, closing his eyes for a moment as he leapt over a fallen tree. There! He could see a small, dark opening in the side of the mountain! A cave, maybe? He really hoped it led him to somewhere safe! Or at least hide him from sight. If not, it would literally become the place of his death. It was now or never. "Y-you're scales are r-really beautiful too! Highest calibre!"

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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Her pace slowed slightly when the human starting speaking again, offering compliments even as he fled her approach. While she wasn't so vain as to be easily influenced by flattery, she was proud enough in her appearance to not be immune to it either. However, pleased as she wouldn't admit to feeling about the praise, she was suspicious about his honesty. Since he has re-sheathed his sword, he apparently wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of fighting for his life.

"Very perceptive of you. Yes, I am female. Perhaps I shall kill you quickly, and as painlessly as possible," she mused, silently debating allowing him to 'escape' with his life. He wasn't much of a warrior, and certainly not one of that pack of fools who's blood still stained her claws. Nor was he one of those despicable dragonriders, allied to that hated breed.

However, as he continued speaking, her eyes narrowed again, and she began to suspect he was mocking her. Did he not see the barbed ballista bolts lodged in her hide? And the chains hanging from them? She hissed in irritation, then snarled as she noticed he wasn't looking back at her, but at something ahead of him. She slowed, and gazed ahead carefully, wondering if he was trying to lead her into a trap or ambush, then snarled in renewed fury as she spotted the cave mouth up ahead.

"Do not think me a fool. You're just stalling!" she hissed, and lunged forward. If he made it into the cave, he could very well manage to slip away from her if it was deep enough. Or, failing that, get in deep enough to be safe from her claws and fangs. She was determined to prevent him from even reaching the cave, and all thoughts of sparing him faded.
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"Urk!" Okay, so he was (or had been) making progress with the Sarka, whatever kind of dragon that was. But she was only encouraged to kill him quicker. Well, that was still bad for him - he didn't want to die, regardless of how she wanted to go about it. There had to be something else he could say that would get her to rethink things through! Maybe there was a favourite place she might like to go and cool her head, or maybe even someone she'd like to talk to much more than him! He just needed to find the correct needle in the haystack and maybe she'd change her mind! He had to!

"A-a fool?" He then realized that her pace had quickened considerably, meaning she'd spotted the cave now as well. He didn't have much time - within the next few seconds or so, he'd either be alive in a cave, scrambling around for his life, or he'd be dead, clawed or eaten into oblivion. He had to guarantee himself the former! "I-I'm not kidding! Honest! You're really something special, I can tell!" His vision was becoming increasingly blurry and his lungs were no longer taking in enough oxygen. He had maybe fifteen, no, maybe even ten seconds left before his body broke down and completely succumbed to his very human limitations. "No-no-no! Killing me doesn't have to be the only thing that can make you happy! You gotta trust me on that!"

He coughed, and with that sudden jolt to his system, his body completely shut itself down right as he slipped on a rock. This... would be the last time he was getting back up... He blacked out.

Crashing into the ground, the momentum of his running send his body careening forward at approximately the same speed that he was running, only for the path to angle downward just enough for him to begin rolling - right into the mouth of the open cave which now appeared much smaller than he'd initially thought it was. An animal's home, perhaps? Or maybe even a secret hideout of sorts. Whatever the case was, sliding and falling inside was the saving grace the young man needed, but there wasn't too much room for him to move around in.

The disturbed, but firm rock around him kicked up dust from his sudden intrusion and the kid's whole body convulsed in relative pain. His lungs only now taking the chance to fill themselves with oxygen while the muscles of his legs chose then to constrict and contract in pain and relief from the endless running. His head was pounding painfully, and various scratches from the ground adorned his arms. Some of which had begun to bleed. But, he'd made it, right? He came to, immediately after, but found himself on his side looking slightly up and out of the only entrance into the small space. Light of the setting evening being all that he could see.

Question was: Did she leave?

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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The sarka ignored his words completely as she charged forward, heedless of the chains whipping around her as she sought to close the distance between them before he could reach the potential safety of the cave. Her gaze flicked briefly from him to the cave, and she pushed herself harder when she realized the cave entrance was too small for her to fit in without risk of getting stuck.

But as the forested ground gave way to a mix of denser shrubs and rocky ground, the chains dragging along behind her began to snag, and whip around, slowing her just slightly enough that, as she came close enough to snap at him with her jaws, she came up just shy of catching him, and stumbled a bit before regaining her balance, unaware that one of the chains had lodged itself firmly around a stout tree.

Then he lost his footing, and she lunged again, eager to finish the hunt, but fortune was smiling upon him, and his momentum carried him further out of her reach, leaving her jaws to once again snap shut on empty air. She strained forward, inadvertently sending another chain careening into a small cleft beneath a large rock, where it lodged firmly. The third chain, the one attached to the barbed bolt in her shoulder, whipped around her right foreleg and snagged on her claws as she made one last attempt to rake her claws across his body, leaving her foreleg tangled when the trailing end of the chain swept under a large rock that was dislodged during the commotion.

She hissed in anger and frustration, and attempted to force herself free before subsiding in pain. She examined the chain, but, due to how they were lodged, she was unable to reach any of them. She felt she could likely pull herself free with time, and effort, but it would be extremely painful, and cause her significant injury. She hissed again, more softly, as she considered one possible way she could get out of this predicament.

"Still alive, human? Or did you kill yourself running away?" she asked, eyeing the cave entrance as the gleaming red faded from her eyes, leaving them a yellow shade mixed with white. She snorted softly at the thought that the human might've died after managing to escape her wrath, and found herself hoping such was not the case, even if just because he could potentially be useful to her.
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Half expecting to see her red eyes glaring through the gap entrance at him at any moment, he mentally assessed the state his body was in and just what it would take to recover. He could hazard a guess as to how long it'd take to be back to full strength being something along the lines of several hours. But he supposed an hour or two was all he'd really need just to be able to walk again. But everything hurt - absolutely everything. His amber bright eyes closed again as he began to feel himself drift off as he had earlier in the day, but this time out of genuine exhaustion. He had just escaped death within an inch of his life, so surely no one would blame him if he fell asleep then and there.

Huh?

The sound of her voice filtered through the entrance of his newly-found safe haven and the youngster cracked his eyes open at the question she'd posed. Despite trying to kill him no less than ten seconds ago, she didn't seem as angry as she had been. In fact, she seemed more curious than anything - which was quite the impressive change in demeanour. And yet, despite himself, he couldn't help but to chuckle openly at her words. Why was she bothering to stay but not attack him? Shouldn't she either try and maul him to death while he was stuck or leave in search of something or someone else to kill? He found himself growing curious too. "N-no, I'm still alive." Barely.

The boy debated on taking a look to see where exactly his jailer was and what she was doing, but with his body in the state that it was, he was sure it'd take him more than a bit of effort just to pull himself into a sitting position. Well, there were other ways to find out what was going on until then. "Are you okay?"

Gritting his teeth to keep from yelping in pain, Wyatt drew his legs up to his chest and attempted to prop himself up using his arms. It took a bit of effort, -in fact, a lot of effort- but he eventually managed it and groaned as he clambered up to gaze through the entrance. His legs laying helplessly still along the ground. And what he saw almost broke his heart there and then. "You're... You're stuck!" Whether it was originally intended as a question, he was shouting in both surprise and pity despite himself. He hadn't even noticed the chains attached to her body, but they seemed wedged in pretty deeply. Somehow, the boy doubted she'd be able to free herself on her own. But how had that happened? And when? He hadn't even remembered seeing the chains bound to her - all he'd managed to really see of her, were her blazing red eyes.

"Oh no! I gotta get those off of you!" Once again attempting to prop himself up with his arms, only this time he promptly slipped and crashed back into the little pit. It would seem he wasn't going anywhere for awhile as he'd first though, but somehow he found himself more concerned for the creature which stood a short distance away. The Sarka, as she'd mentioned. "Ouch..." But maybe now wasn't the best time...

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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Well, he wasn't dead, so that was good. Now, she could only hope he was open to negotiation. While she couldn't reach him with fang, claw, or tail, she still had her voice. She grimaced slightly, and tapped a long talon against the grey-leather satchel hanging around her neck, then hissed and lowered the talon. Despite her predicament, she was reluctant to even consider parting with any of her collection.

Her eyes narrowed in suspicious confusion as he asked after her. From her experience, his kind weren't inclined to be so...she huffed slightly, uncertain how to describe it. "Better than the ones who did this to me," she hissed after a bit, glaring down at the chain embedded in her right shoulder, then slowly, gently settling herself onto her belly, carefully so as not to cause the chains to tug at the bolts. then, as she heard a noise from inside the cave, she gazed back at its entrance just as the human peeked out.

"Very observant, human. Yes, I am stuck, for now," she confirmed, eyeing him in curiosity. He seemed young for one of his kind. Younger than most others she'd seen wandering out in the wilderness. She was about to offer him a simple proposition, his life in exchange for his help getting her free of her chains, when he spoke again, catching her off guard. Her eyes shifted through a kaleidoscope of colors as she sought to understand why he'd be so quick to want to help her after she had tried her hardest to kill him. She could only stare as, in his apparent desire to rush to hr aid, he tried to stand only to fall down again.

"When you can stand, foolish human!" she hissed. "You're no help if you're just going to fall down!" Try as she might, she could think of no reason why he would want to help her without asking for something in return. Of course, he could intend to request something after freeing her, but that meant coming within reach of her claws. The only conclusion she could come to was he was either a complete fool, or out of his mind.
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There was surprisingly a lot to think about, regarding this Sarka. But Wyatt was almost certain at this point, that she was not a bad person (Animal? Creature?). He was certain of that much, purely because she was so willing to speak to him, even if it seemed like she didn't want to. How long had it been since she'd last had a conversation? That was probably part of it, but he supposed the other part was probably to do with wanting to be set free. Well, he couldn't blame her.

But despite his own best interests, he wanted to see her freed. Call him a soft-hearted bafoon, but any creature that needed help, especially from him, always tugged at something within his chest. His racing heart was still trying to steady itself from all the running, but he was certain it beat painfully for another reason altogether. And he would crawl across the ground to free her if he knew the female Sarka was in pain. But for now, all he knew was that she was stuck, and he supposed he could get away with not moving a little longer.

His brown eyebrow was raised in surprise at her words. So there had been a group capable of causing her some distress after all. He supposed that would probably be where the chains were from. Had she caught all of them? Had some escaped and that was how she found him? Her confidence suggested she had caught all of them, which was probably why she was able to speak to him so easily. Perhaps in chasing him halfway through the forest, she had been venting and nothing more. Had she really meant to kill him, even though he'd done her no harm? He doubted that - she didn't seem like a totally evil creature. "Well, I'm proud of you."

Never in his life had he found himself in such a situation. And he'd hope it never happened again. But he was at least glad it was with her. She just didn't seem so bad to him now that he was getting to exchange words with her on supposedly even footing. And he was learning a lot about her, even if she hadn't spoken a word of her past. This time, the young adventurer managed to clamber up to the entrance much easier than last time, the brief reprieve doing his body a world of good and gazed out of the gap to look upon her again. She was sitting, now. Which reinforced the thought that she couldn't move from where she was. But he wondered just how long that'd last before she opted to try and free herself through force. If she hadn't already. "Just... just give me a little while longer then I can help. I just need... more rest." He stated, attempting to smile at her in a way that would hopefully convey the sincerity of his words.

In the meantime, he couldn't help but wonder about her. His curiosity spiking when he realised he still hadn't a clue of what she was, despite naming herself a Sarka. "Do you really have to kill me, though? I... was kind of hoping we could be friends." He paused for a moment as he considered his words, then focused on the majestic creature in front of him rather pointedly. "I've never met anything like you - and I meant every word I said when you were chasing me. You're really pretty so... I'd like to learn more about you." He knew he was getting himself into really dangerous territory - he had no idea of what she was really capable of. But that only spurred him on. What better way to learn, then to befriend her and find out for himself? It seemed only natural.

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Wyatt Calaeus Human Junior Adventurer looking to become stronger.
Aterax Demon/Human Hybrid Godward of Pestilence looking to cause strife.
Rhexic Pureblood vampire lazy in every respect.
Finnigan Human kid sacrificed to the Dark Five by parents.
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