MERCY : for both muses to come across an injured animal. (Dorian : ) )
The trek had been nothing short of simplicity if he were to label it. Go here- save them- rest here. In fact, nothing had gone poorly until booted feet scuffed the wrong piece of- well what was it?
The answer was a mauled halla. The mage had unwittingly tripped over a hoof and atop the creature clinging to life. Its breathing labored, wheezing. If it weren't for the expletives that left his mouth and the blood painting his clothing- he'd feel terrible.
Shooting up he stared with deep hazel and sighed.
"Such a shame..."
The halla or him? Both. The pair of them were painted red.









