LOCKE
The viper tosses what's left of the crow to one side and he shifts back, kicking the twitching thing away. He's had enough of petty little beasts and aggravations. But the flock is gone as quickly as it had descended upon them. Not much from his help but it's fine. He rubs a hand across the side of his face, feeling a phantom pain where his jaguar is bleeding. He's never been properly injured in any of his shifts before. It feels strange. Doubly so because he already has a scar there. Maybe it's destiny.
Either way, he makes his way over to Maeve, looking her over. She seems unharmed and there's nothing alarming right away. He does scoop some water out of a cask and holding it out to her. A little weird but no weirder than anything the pair have done together, right?
Either way, he makes his way over to Maeve, looking her over. She seems unharmed and there's nothing alarming right away. He does scoop some water out of a cask and holding it out to her. A little weird but no weirder than anything the pair have done together, right?
It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark
and a touch of dark
