@akai-diyablo
It had been nearly a week since Yaviks had escaped, just barely, into the cosmodrome. With a skiff and a servitor to pilot it, she could have gotten far, far away from the territory of the Devils where she’d been kept for months. She should have, especially after she was sure that Ryziks was probably dead. The Devils weren’t known for mercy, after all, and that rumor held true when she’d been kept by them for those months.
But she didn’t go very far, as much as logic would tell her otherwise. The dreg held her position near the borders of the Devil’s territory -- not in it, of course, but close. Sure, Yaviks had a skiff and some supplies to go away... But where? She didn’t belong anywhere on this worthless planet, and she was scared to try and make a jump to Venus in a mere skiff. She didn’t belong anywhere, so there wasn’t any point in pretending like she had a destination. The Cosmodrome’s bitterness was the closest thing she had to a ‘home’ on Earth.
The dreg was out scavenging, trying to find any scraps of interesting things to bring back to the old building she’d holed up in, when something caught her attention. Between the strange clean snow, there was a scented tinge that she recognized. Blood. Instantly, her senses were on alert, and part of her wanted to dart back to where she’d come from. Curiosity killed the dreg, after all.
But of course, she pushed forward, carefully. It wasn’t long before she could see the drops of blood visibly, a trail that dotted the snow. She moved carefully, following it for a few long moments before her gaze found the end of it; An eliksni’s form that was laying, collapsed in a snowbank. The could see the colors of the Devils’ house on them, and --
No. It couldn’t be.
Her head swept back and forth, trying her best to make sure that no one else was around. Was this some sort of trap to lure her out? No, surely Devils wouldn’t bother tracking down someone like her; a mere dreg without any real value to them. She pushed forward, approaching the bleeding eliksni quicker now.
Docked. Abandoned. Bleeding from a crudely bandaged arm.
It was no other than Ryziks. She knelt down, unable to process the fact that it could possibly be him for a few seconds. What were the chances. A hand moved forward, almost scared to touch him, like something was going to reach out and bite her. But she did, placing her hand on his shoulder and shaking him.
“Ryziks?’ Yaviks hissed at him, casting another glance around quickly before she spoke, louder. “Ryziks!” His form radiated heat, in a way that seemed wrong. But that at least meant he was alive... Right?