zephyr
Jata stumbles awau and is swiftly forgotten, your attention entirely wrapped up in the injured woman on the couch. "You're fuckin' hurt, Vai," you growl in response, voice rough and catching in your throat as your calloused hands tenderly trace over her temple, trying to avoid any wounds. You want to throttle Sunjata, to slam him through a wall and then the floor - but you hold yourself at bay for her, instead settling for turning back a piercing, scarred glare.
"Then how come I got kids sayin' they saw you, 'Biter?" you snarl, not moving from your position between Vervain and her attacker. "You got thirty seconds t'explain why I shouldn' have ya thrown inta th'Maw. Vai, can y'walk? I can carry ya."
"Then how come I got kids sayin' they saw you, 'Biter?" you snarl, not moving from your position between Vervain and her attacker. "You got thirty seconds t'explain why I shouldn' have ya thrown inta th'Maw. Vai, can y'walk? I can carry ya."
burn all the things you have to burn
save all the people you're supposed to save
save all the people you're supposed to save
