Get Her! }{ The Tradesman seems so angry..

[Purple Demon]

Celania looked back more than occasionally, paranoid the Barnape would be behind her ready to rip at her locks of hair. Instead, Veryll traced after her, looking deep into her eyes. "Come on. Keep going. I bet he's around here somewhere-- very close, I know it." She breathed back at him, trying not to stop running.

While she was glancing back and forth, she missed a beat in her steps and slid over a thin blanket of ice that was frozen under the snow. Instead of falling backward, she sort of skated over the ice in a very panic-stricken and clumsy way. The bags out-weighed her, but she fought to stay on her feet. Her eyes were looking into the sky, hoping for some sort of light to show. She waited too long for the light and finally her feet hit a large rock.

She winced in pain and her lips became gnarled as she tried to choke back a whimper. The hit forced her to lunge forward into a mound of snow, headfirst so that she became buried with the packs. Veryll gracefully slid past the rock and then her.

She crawled through the snow and shook the clinging frost off of herself. and left it on the packs. Off she went, again.

Sometime later, she found strange-looking zigzag tracks next to strange-looking tracks. It looked like someone was limping. She and Veryll followed these. She ran as fast as she could, hoping she could make some use of herself somehow. She looked out for some silhouettes.

[JxSlaughter]

Zhijiru became light headed for a moment. He held onto a nearby tree wondering how he would get out of this mess, and why he even gets himself into trouble at all. These things seem to happen to him constantly. It always starts with a female in distress. He lost a significant amount of blood. He started to cling to the trees, reaching out to help him keep steady as if he might fall.

But soon Zhijiru gave into weakness slowly and sat his rear down next to the tree, cringing a bit as he moved. He felt better at this position but the wound itself kept him from being comfortable. Diesel became more cautious than his hyper self noticing his leader was in distress. When Diesel came close, Zhijiru comforted him by stroking his pal's head.

[Purple Demon]

She kept running and finally stopped at a tree. She could make out a figure in the dark and she staggered towards him, gasping for anything but cold air.

"There you.. are! We gotta get ya' a doctor!" Her speech was a bit strange, but it was expected out of a girl who lived by her lonesome for the most part. Veryll plopped down on the snow calmly, licking his claws as if nothing had mattered to him. She dropped the bags at his feet, almost wanting to ask him for directions. The sad truth was that she was hopeless. She didn't know what north was, nor south.. Where to go, or the danger she put herself in. When it got too cold for her, she left for warm cities or old camp fires.. But she had just ran deeper into the ridges just to find the man who saved her skin. The only time anyone had ever saved her skin was now.

"Where.. Do I go?" She asked frantically, peering down at his wounds. "I don't know how to get you a doctor...!"

[JxSlaughter]

Zhijiru had fainted for a moment, with his hand still on Diesel's head. Until Zhijiru woke up, he stood still, even when the girl and her partner came. When he did finally wake up from the girl's frantic behavior all he did was wag his tail a little bit. Zhijiru slowly opened his eyes to see the girl he helped a little while earlier. Though he didn't recall what she said, he still replied, assuming that she was worried about his condition.

"I'm fine..." He said with a faint, and nearly fake smile. "I just need to rest a bit." He did recall, leaving early the night before. But that was merely something he mentioned so that she would stop worrying. He let out a small grunt and propped himself up into a higher sitting position. "I've had worse..." That was a lie too, but he was confident he would recover with rest. He had it covered, [though his hand was stained from comvering it earlier,] he was healthy and young too. If he didn't strain himself, he was certain all would be well eventually. But since he never had a condition worse than this, he was a bit unsure if he was just being thingyy.

[Purple Demon]

Something about the way he had said it, perhaps the hesitation in his voice, made her instincts spark. "No, we need a doctor. Or help.. How do you stop bleeding? How do you know if you're going to be alright?" She tried dragging him, with Veryll cautiously looking to the man's traveling companion. Eventually, she gave up and hastily decided that she should go for help. She hopped backwards, "'Ei, I'm going to get help!" She told him before scattering the snow with her feet. "Veryll will help your friend take care of you. Please don't move!" Her speech was oddly slurred, about just as much as before. The word 'move' sounded like 'moof', but there were hints of a strange accent seemed to make the sentence more natural. She ran back into the darkness. She hoped that she wouldn't have to worry about the other merchant that she had met before Zhijiru.