Nara'a prefers the nighttime. Maybe it's because of being a Keeper of the Moon, maybe it's because he works with magicks that take practice and night is quieter, or maybe it's the crisp air that he prefers. Either way he does enjoy his nighttime walks when he can't sleep, and Kotemon is reluctantly trudging along at his side, carrying his weapon with him. Nara'a stops when he smells something, though. It's almost like... blood?
He picks up speed, following the scent to its source. The dragging sounds catch his ear and he pulls out his rapier and focus, prepared to offer healing to whomever it is, but - but he stops as the glow illuminates one of the last people he'd have expected to see here. Kotemon picks his shinai up as he senses a flood of emotion from his Tamer.
"Zenos?" He should be angry, he should be frustrated, but all he can muster is a sad tone. The man who'd caused so much pain and despair, and here he was... covered in blood and barely moving.
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In the Dark of the Nighth
Date: 2022-05-11 01:01 am (UTC)He picks up speed, following the scent to its source. The dragging sounds catch his ear and he pulls out his rapier and focus, prepared to offer healing to whomever it is, but - but he stops as the glow illuminates one of the last people he'd have expected to see here. Kotemon picks his shinai up as he senses a flood of emotion from his Tamer.
"Zenos?" He should be angry, he should be frustrated, but all he can muster is a sad tone. The man who'd caused so much pain and despair, and here he was... covered in blood and barely moving.