In the Darkness (Kytania)

[Colt]

Malady shivered, then uttered something Khasr couldn’t understand. Wait. Something was wrong. Khasr pulled away, face and chin dripping red, and hesitantly touched Malady’s hair. It was… short? Had she cut it? Did zith do that? He moved to her shoulder and slid his hand behind her back, slow and carefully. Her back was smooth. There was nothing else there. No wings. No fur. This was not Malady. He removed himself from her before any thoughts could process. He could feel them hovering above him, waiting to pounce and devour his mind with something, maybe guilt or disgust, but he couldn’t afford to let them. He needed his mind to be clear. He couldn’t think about what he had just done or it would kill him. Leather. He smelled leather under the blood. He crawled forward on his knees and felt with his hands, scanning for the thing that he had heard her drop when he had tackled her. If he had tackled her over there, then that would mean she dropped it over… Here. He felt a bulging backpack and ran his hands over it, taking in every wonderful detail. He knew what this was. This pack was life, was his sweet and wonderful survival. Without thinking he opened it, nearly breaking his fingers as he did so, and stuffed his hand inside. His grip closed around something crumbly and he yanked out trail rations. He could think of nothing but his hunger as he devoured it, energy flowing through his body at the mere thought of real food. He stopped himself after a second ration. No. he couldn’t eat it all right now. He needed to save it. With as much calm as he could manage, he counted what was left. This would get him by for a number of days, at least enough for him to begin providing for himself. The backpack was full, and probably contained more than one invaluable resource. He just needed to get out of this cave. Akaidras nickered and bumped Khasr’s shoulder. “Can you get us out of here?” Khasr rasped hoarsly. Akaidras nickered again, and the man that was not yet an animal wove his fingers through the horse’s mane and clambered onto his back, the pack clutched tightly to his chest. The horse arched his neck and pointed to something far off. Khasr listened closely. Hollower sound. Farther away. Tunnel. Khasr nodded. “Get us there.”

[Lariat]

Khasr

Experience:

Observation: 1 experience
Unarmed: 1 experience

Lores:

Killing with your teeth

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Rewards: 1 week's worth of rations, a waterskin, and an outfit of simple clothing (poor quality).

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