Onil-Anja's eyes were glazed over in bloodlust. Oh the power he had exerted he hadn't felt in years. His breath hitched at the wound of Irene moving and he made a visible effort to calm himself. Finding his peace in the knowledge that the opposition and his forever annoyance were gone he turned to her slowly. A saccharine grin was plastered in his face , leaving his eyes dark pools a malice. It was unnerving to a lesser person but he figured if she could stand to be around the naga she wouldn't flinch.

"My dear..." he hissed moving so that he curled around her, "I know you wanted that girl but we must wait. I find my prey much more appetizing when they fight on the way down." His fangs glistened with venom as he spoke and he wrapped his claws around her middle. "We must be patient, they will return in due time."

Truth be told he was just as eager to see what that girl had to offer. It might not have been much but it had certainly caused enough of a stir. His guards were nervous, something that didn't happen often. He could tell that when his plan came through the foundation of this world would crumble, and with a bit of new information, so would the next.

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He was tired. There were times when he would get like this, when he would do battle with a much large and experienced opponent only to either come out the victor or there wouldn't be enough energy to move in either of them. He had fought like a beast. It wasn't something he liked to think about when he got right down to it but it was what he had done. His injuries reminded him of those troubled times and he almost wished he had stayed a slave.

'Or at least been killed as a hatch-ling.' He shook his head as he stared up at the open sky. It was morning, the sun was high and he knew a good portion of his tail was buried under sand. They must have been at a beach or a desert of some sort, he surmised eyes finally turning to take in the sight. It was...glorious to be able to see again. To be able to see and not just feel the world around him. He hadn't realized what he would miss until it was gone. It was just happenstance that something gruesome would be his first sight. He would never un-see it.

Hearing Claire calling for him he stirred slowly, as to not aggravate his woulds further he coiled what of his tails he could and left what didn't move well alone. He became of the sting almost immediately but he ignored it in favor of trying to move. "I am here, little one..." He said, his voice hoarse. "I am here."

He just wished he knew where here was. Soturo had put in the spell and he hadn't had time to read it before he finished its casting. There was sand here, but that only narrowed down the places somewhat. It had to have been some place Soturo knew, or expected they would be safe, other wise it wouldn't have been there. Of course, again, it could have been any number of places.

His eyes finally locked on Claire, a sigh of relief escaping from him. He noted that Valdis was still holding onto Soturo's lifeless form. That wasn't healthy. That body was nothing but a shell now, it did them no good to dwell on it. Even as he thought it his heart ached for his friend. He might never see her again, ever. His first real, someone who did not lie, manipulate him, destroy or get rid of him, and she always asked for very little.

'Sadness...grief?' he turned the words over. Yes, that was what he was feeling. But again, now was not the time. Even so he reached his hand to Claire, dropping it once more when he remembered the blood, "Are you both well enough to move?"