Rider of the Sky
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Filthy, exhausted, starling wings drooping, Axis slipped through the ruins of Insomnia, looking for supplies and survivors. He’d already rounded up a pair of teenagers and a lost-looking woman, depositing them with Sonitus and Tredd in an old bomb shelter before continuing his search.
The hellish night was over; Niflheim had destroyed the city and taken as many of the traitors with it as they could. Sheer luck had saved him, had saved Tredd and Sonitus, had even saved the guard Fortis -- though Axis had passed his unconscious body off to the first group with transportation he’d spied, lest Tredd decide on vengeance.
He found a relatively unlooted pharmacy and promptly looted it, stocking up on first aid kits and water, as well as shelf-stable snacks and batteries. Medicine, braces, everything went into the backpacks the kids had let him have. He left the register alone; only Insomnia dealt in yen, and exchanging for gil would be a red flag to any Niffs still looking for survivors.
With the backpacks full, he started trudging back to the bomb shelter. They’d need to abandon it by tomorrow at the latest, but until they did, he would get all the supplies they needed for their coming journey.
He spied a woman in the distance -- blond hair, white clothing, white wings; she stood out like a beacon, or an angel.
....he really was tired, if his thoughts were getting that poetic.
Axis changed course, to see if she needed help.