ค soft grunt escaped Guren’s slightly parted lips as he bent over the river, the moon reflecting off the pristine waters, giving it an almost ethereal feel to it. He turned his torso this way and that, trying to pinpoint the area at which the most painful bruise was, but he felt it at the center of his back, near the base of his spine. It was a little known fact that it was his most sensitive spot on his body, and so it went without saying that when he was struck there it hurt EXCEPTIONALLY bad, especially when his other bruises were throbbing with pain as well. “Ahh, so annoying...”
ℸHERE was a soft snap of a twig behind him and he stiffened, a hand instinctively around his katana. While the chances of encountering an enemy in these mountains were rare, they were not completely ruled out, and thus he had to be careful. The soft lilt of laughter and vague perfume made him relax, however, as he realized who it was. “It’s late,” he told her, sticking his blade back into the rocks. He glimpsed at Mahiru’s reflection in the river as he dabbed at his wounds with a wet cloth, then continued, “Why are you here?”
@fallenmessiah. ;;
