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Coughing Baal slumped against a giant tree, resting his sweaty and bloody body against the cool rocks. He'd been running since he woke up, only resting when his body gave out on him completely. Sneering he sank to the ground, trying to catch his breath. He should be far enough away now from the ambush site to be somewhat safe. The Atabey didn't escape unscathed either and probably wasn't looking for his presumably dead ass anyway. His head fell back against the tree trunk with an audible 'thunk'. "Maaaan, what a bother...", he mumbled. Honestly, this much fuss over some stolen trinkets? What a damn asshole. Next time he met him he'd rip him to pieces and bathe in his blood, instead of his own. Disgustedly he looked down on his body, still stained mostly blue. The bandages around his body were barely doing anything anymore and despite his worst injuries having been healed, he still ached all over and the giant slash across his belly that the fucktard had left him with was still visible as an angry blue-grey welt. Hatred shot through him as he thought about the fight. If he hadn't been surprised, he wouldn't have had lost to that fucking hunter. Fighting while trying to not spill his innards all over the place was not quite as fun when it was him doing the spilling. His eyes darkened and he swore, next time... Next time there would be payback. Grunting he stood up again, breathing somewhat easier now. He wanted to get a bit more distance between them anyway, sleep and then fly the rest of the way to his current hideout. Running was way too slow he thought as he resumed his journey, gasping occasionally when he jarred his wound by accident. ---------------------------------------- Collapsing in a small cave covered by moss the demoiselle crane shuddered. He had been essentially running for nearly 26 hours, his survival instincts screaming at him to push even further. But he couldn't take another step if he tried. Tiredly he robbed towards the cave wall, not liking the feel of so much space around him. Curling on himself a bit he looked down at his bandages again, having to think of the small Inci that had saved his life. He had been cute. And way too generous, saving a Caglayan's life... He slipped off into unconsciousness without even realizing it. Uneasy dreams were his companions for the night, starring haunting figures of the past, as well as some very recent additions. A little boy stood sobbing in the midst of shattered glass pieces. Blood dripping off his face like tears he cried out for his mother, for his father, his siblings. But no one answered. Silence was his only companion, until a dull roar made him look up just in time to see a tidal wave of blood sweep over him. A surprised gasp escaped him as he was dragged under, gagging on the thick liquid forcing its way into his mouth, his nose, his ears. Death death death death... Death is all you are good for, don't fool yourself boy. Such a sick mind, and you corrupt everyone you look at, until they are all dead dead dea- Violet and grey feathers, smeared with blood, sticking to his skin, itching itching ITCHING! ---------------------------------------- It was a phenomenally grumpy Baal that took the skies the next day, intent on reaching his hideout within the day. Now that he was flying he was much faster, even if his exhaustion and wounds still kept him from reaching his top speed. He took a couple quick rests in between but soon reached the river that marked he was close to his hideout. Finally, days after his assault by that damned Atabey, he felt himself relax, as he crawled into his makeshift nest, situated in a cave that was overseeing the sea from the cliff it reached into. Exhaustedly the crane sacked onto his cot, breathing deeply. "Finally...", he groaned, stretching carefully. He was still sore and ache-y but at least he was alive. He toed off his boots and shrugged off his coat, beaten and battered as they were. He'd have to get some new clothes. Throwing his satchel to the ground he perked up at the metallic Pling he heard. Wasn't all his money in his other bag? Curiously reaching in, he hissed as he cut his hand on something sharp. "Motherfucker...", he mumbled, inspecting his bleeding fingers before reaching back in, this time more carefully. A slow grin wormed itself onto his features as he inspected the finely crafted blades on a certain Atabey's shuriken. "Hmmm, riiiiight, I did relieve him of something after all..." It hadn't been his life, which was bothersome but... He was sure it would make him furious at least. Snickering he spun the pretty knife around his hand, weaving the blades between his fingers with glee. He looked out over the sun setting beneath the waves and wondered. How long would he need to hide out here before it was safe to go back and look for that delicious little Inci? He had to... properly repay him for saving Baal's life after all... |