03-05-2015, 01:46 AM
The beast shrank away from him and Kurako felt a pang of disappointment. He wanted to see the battle through, emerge victorious, as he was certain he would have. The threat was gone, and he turned to make his way back to the shore. Hesitation in his steps as his eyes fell upon the woman, the fires of battle returning to his eyes as he saw the blackness go into her. Kurako's hood was down, thrown from his face from the battle so the lines of corruption on his face could easily be seen now, though he didn't seem to notice. He had superficial cuts here and there, oozing blood twinged with the black corruption.
He stood there for a moment, then began moving again. Reaching his traveling pack that he hadn't remembered dropping by the water's edge. But there it was, so he must've done that. He lifted it and moved to Patrin, dropping the pack next to the man. Eyeing him warily as he laughed. "There's some poultice's in there that'll help." His voice was even as he spoke. No amusement there, but the thrill of danger in his eyes and now he advanced towards the woman.
The half elf held his daggers at the ready as he approached her. "What's your purpose here, Lady?" She was on the ground, in a crumpled heap, but that didn't make Kurako any less cautious and he didn't get too close to her.
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