I take everything seriously,
Zavien doesn't notice his wound as much as he should, unaware of the blood that coats his pantleg. However, Thorn's healing touch sooths the pain he's been ignoring, helping to sharpen his mind as he lunges in for the attack again. His sword sweeps with controlled and soldierly proficiency, striking true against the exposed neck of the creature to cleave its life from its body.
Still feeling feisty and defensive of his bonded, Sol lands atop the hot body of the corpse with a victory roar. It isn't very intimidating, but it's enough to make Zavien smile, making it easier to straighten and let the thrill of battle drip from his sweating form. He gives Hadama a respectful nod of his head then joins the man in his praise of Thorn, a grateful grin on his face. "Seriously. Thanks, Thorn. That could have been a lot worse without you. You're not hurt right?" His eyes scan for wounds, although he can't initially spot any. The Dragoon does the same to the Mer King, green gaze washing over with analytical concern. "And you, Hadama? You good?"
Only once he knew the others had been tended to did Zavien reassess his own injury, wrapping the excess of his torn pantleg around the soft pink that remained of the slashing of his thigh to keep it protected on his way home.
Still feeling feisty and defensive of his bonded, Sol lands atop the hot body of the corpse with a victory roar. It isn't very intimidating, but it's enough to make Zavien smile, making it easier to straighten and let the thrill of battle drip from his sweating form. He gives Hadama a respectful nod of his head then joins the man in his praise of Thorn, a grateful grin on his face. "Seriously. Thanks, Thorn. That could have been a lot worse without you. You're not hurt right?" His eyes scan for wounds, although he can't initially spot any. The Dragoon does the same to the Mer King, green gaze washing over with analytical concern. "And you, Hadama? You good?"
Only once he knew the others had been tended to did Zavien reassess his own injury, wrapping the excess of his torn pantleg around the soft pink that remained of the slashing of his thigh to keep it protected on his way home.
Zavien
but I also take it lighthearted to recognize I can't control it.
