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There was a pause as Eve looked between Leon and Bevy, staring quizzically at the latter before she realised that Bevy had mistaken her for Krakarak. Immediately, the crow was enraged. She was better than that pathetic excuse for a carrion bird!

With a ruffle of feathers, the crow promptly exploded. "I'm better than that guy! KRAAAAWWK! I'm so much louder! He can't even make shinies?! KKRRR-- WATCH!"

The crow inhaled a large amount of breath, until her chest had puffed up and it hurt to move. This could only be expected - the arrogance, the sheer need to prove herself better than her 'teacher.' What couldn't be expected, was the sound that escaped her throat.

Seemingly impossibly loud for anything that small, the crow produced a brutal bellow of a roar - though it was only a little bit quieter than the actual thing, anyone particularly close to the crow would no doubt have a headache once she was finished. To some, particularly ones who have been in Cetus, may recognize the sound as something that belongs to a particular sea monster.

The crow seemed content with the roar, and she moved to flutter up on top of Leon's head. Her voice, comparing it to the events that just transpired, seemed remarkably quiet. "Dragon's leg is pretty bad, and Czernobog was really hurt. I couldn't see Ghanyarah."

Fallah wanted to find her friends. She really needed them. Now. The lynx padded away from the battle field in a hurry, following their scents. She wasn't too hurt other than a few bruises and some skin scraped off of her left shoulder from when the fire king's tail plowed into her. Fisher hadn't looked nearly as okay when she had last seen them. Was he okay now? What about Black?

Fallah moved faster, her breaths coming in ragged from both her emotional state and the smoke she had inhaled. She was close, though, so she pressed on, coughing a few times in spite of her best attempts not to. After a moment, ice eyes landed on the familiar forms, "Black... Fisher..." she breathed, her voice just audible above the chatter. They were okay? A smile quickly formed on Fallah's maw. Her chest rumbled in a purr. Then, her form burst into quick, quiet movement.

And then it stopped.

He was here. That dragon. They were... tending to him? Helping him? Her feelings of fear came rushing back, crushing all happiness she felt from seeing Black and Fisher. She was frozen, unable to tear her eyes off the beast who had torn into her flesh earlier. Yet, there were others near him, helping him. He seemed to be completely out. The lynx crouched, slowly making her way to Black and Fisher. When she was close, she pushed herself gently into her friends' pelts, trembling slightly, "Black, Fisher... He's here... The white dragon..." she squeezed her eyes shut, "Also..." she thought for a moment, "Also Nemean... I think the Nemean that Aquarian was mad at, but... She took the whole dragon and..." She didn't know what to say, so she shook her head, closing her maw for a minute, changing directions, "All okay? I was worried... scared... Be okay...?" she finished, pushing herself closer to her friends.

"speak"

Black curled around Fisher somewhat protectively, gently licking him even as the mustelid licked his own wounds. Makyna had started to tend them, before Black had rudely wandered off without so much as acknowledging her, let alone thanking her for her efforts.

Now he looked up at another familiar voice, and his tail thumped on the tunnel floor with a wag of greeting, his brow furrowing up as his ears pricked forward.

"Fallah. We all live, then. It is good." He then swung his head to look at Baratheon, tilting it to one side as he did. His tail stopped wagging. "Yes. He is here. I do not know what he intended to do. Perhaps he will die." He didn't have a tone--not hopeful, not hateful, not worried. Simply flat, matter-of-fact: Baratheon might die, yes.

He swung his head back to Fallah again.

"I will not die. Nemean. The Dog heard it as well. And the buzzing. She is the thing-that-fled, then...? She is my prey? Aquarian has told me not to pursue it, and yet... the Dog wishes to know."

He tilted his head to one side again, curious as to whether Fallah could tell him more--but still eyeing her body over, clearly glad she was all right.

When Eve screeched, horrifically violent, loud and awfully familiar, the dog flinched hard. He jerked against the tunnel wall, head swinging to Eve with wide eyes, and for a few moments his ears were ringing too hard to hear anything else. He looked around, but the crow seemed unalarmed and Aquarian was not actually present (clearly, he thought, she was imitating the sea creature she'd just mentioned), so presuming it to be some sort of magical blasphemy, the dog lay slowly back down.

Otherwise, he simply stayed curled with Fisher, against the side of the tunnel and out of everyone else's way.

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It wasn't long before Arkrael found herself where others were slowly starting to gather. The white pup still dangled in her jowls as she padded along. Eyes watched eagerly, searching the gathered gembounds in search of on in particular. A sigh of relief washed over her, but it didn't last long as she spotted the creature she was nestled against. Her insides twisted with conflicting emotions, but she quickly cast it aside and moved over to an empty area.

Slowly she eased the pup down and took a moment to clean up the residue left behind from the pups chrysalis. An instinct that just seemed to grasp hold of her and had her moving without realizing she may be acting out of the norm. Once the pup was clean she moved back and looked her over, glad she was otherwise unharmed. Just as she was really. Sure there were parts of her fur that was singed and patches of burnt flesh, but it was nothing compared to the ones who actually went face to face with the beast. "You're safe now...I didn't hurt you while carrying you did I?"

"Speech"
'Thoughts'

Tags: @Seraph
OoC: I was given permission to PP taking Seraph from this thread to the next(this thread)

Fallah's eyes locked on Black's face. She didn't want to look away. When she was looking at him, snuggled near him and Fisher, surely that dragon didn't exist. Black mentioned that the dragon once died, and Fallah nodded sharply once, exhaling a breath she had been holding. Perhaps he would die. The caves may be a better place if he did.

Suddenly, Black became the chatter box. He asked if Nemean was his prey, the thing that fled, the buzzing. Fallah nodded to all of thse, her eyes serious, never leaving Black's face, "They are the same. A small cat. Kind of. Wings. The wings buzz... I think." Fallah got low and close to Black, "She spoke loud and booming. Flying, not on four legs, like us, but on two, like a bird, but the shape of a cat... and wings like flowers."

Fallah tried to make sense of the creature. The group had definitely seen weird creatures before, but Fallah had never seen an upright animal besides birds and Nemean was not a bird, "So small, like a-"

KRAAAAWWK!

Fallah, who was already jumpy, let out a hiss and jumped towards Black with the full intention of burying herself beneath him. She was shaking. Has the dragon awaken? Was it Nemean? Fallah didn't care, she didn't want to know, she just didn't want to face whatever that was.

"speak"

Black listened to Fallah speak, and when she cringed and fell against him, once he was done with his own panic, he quickly lifted one of his heavy paws to drape it over her.

He pulled her in against himself and Fisher, and licked her briefly, before settling his head down.

"I will sleep," he said simply. "Thank you for the knowledge. You, too, should rest."

His grey-blue eyes slipped shut, his wounded flanks rising up and down with the motion of his tired breathing. He would simply lie here, grabbing sleep where he could, cuddled against Fallah and Fisher.

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In the commotion, Fallah hadn't given much of a care to her shoulder. When she jumped into Black and though it wasn't immediately noticeable, her brash movement would worsen her shoulder, and cause fresh blood to flow through the older, more coagulated blood. When she was calmer, her shoulder would ache. Black would mention going to sleep, and Fallah nodded. Sleeping was a good idea, but could she really sleep here next to this dragon? She didn't think she could. After waiting a while in the comfort of Black's arms and against the warmth of Fisher's body, Fallah slipped out from between the two, offering a soft lick to each one before she departed. She would stay near, but she wouldn't rest while that dragon was around.

"speak"

enna . ratchet . calypso . anan
sweet and soft . bright and cheery . critical and melodic . childlike and loud

i'm a songwriter who's put my childhood memories and teenage angst into songs

Bevy stared at the crow as it made a horrifying noise at her, but then dipped her head. "Sorry-- I'm um, didn't mean to mix you up." Were all black birds so loud and rude? She supposed she deserved being told off for calling her the wrong name, but surely not wasn't the time to be screaming. Shaking her head, she returned to working on the patients, though she soon ran out of supplies.

"I need to go back to Pisces and get more supplies. If gembounds could please start moving down the tunnel, I'll see to it that everyone has a place to sleep and rest while they recover. If anyone still has wounds that need immediate care, please let a Maji Walezi member know-- Makyna, Leon, Dark-- and I'll come right away."

The work was exhausting, but so far it seemed that no one had died yet, right? Had she succeeded in her job, then? She hoped so. The wedding was soon... And she didn't want it postponed much longer. She... She really wanted a happy moment, after all of the mess. Most of all, she was just so, so glad that Leon and Makyna and Dark had all made it out okay. There were injuries, but most of them were treatable. Everything would be okay... Wouldn't it?

;; Bevy Exit

.Enna