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   At least the Thief was smart enough to not run himself off to the hands of his own death. Though the words he spoke irked the Baron deeply… These Thieves had so much power, a blessing that could of been bestowed upon his people. Khorrvis wasn’t ancient, but he’s been around since before the Great Whirlwind, back when the Machine protected them. 

   The Thief seemed to be a decent individual — But hearing the fact that, just like the others of his kind, took the blessing of never-ending life so trivially…

   Khorrvis gives a low rolling growl as he folds the shred of dark fabric between his three-fingered claws. Nevermind that.

         The past is past. No point in becoming angry with a child who knew nothing better.

   Pressing the folded bit of fabric to the gash, Khorrvis will tear another long stip using his secondary set of arms. Using a secondary arm to keep the fabric pressed into the wound, the other three arms set to work wrapping the long strip first around the torso — then up over the shoulder to secure the work. It was tight, but loose enough to breathe comfortably ;; It’s obvious that in his prime, the Baron was quite adept at this. In fact, he almost feels the slightest, bitter-sweet pang of nostalgia.

   Once the wound has been wrapped, the former Baron’s voice rolls forth as it speaks those harsh && war-like consonants, the words curt && to the point.

        “ Is ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ? ”

He held his breath, clenching his jaw down onto the glove between his teeth. The low growl that Khorrvis made as he wrapped his wound gave him a feeling perhaps he said something wrong… Right. Sometimes he forgot about the fact that the Traveler had abandoned them.

Another tug of the cloth, pulled him from his thoughts and he felt a wave of pain from his side that made his breath hitch and make a muffled noise of pain. Toby exhaled shallowly as he took the glove from his teeth. Shaking his head at the question, he glanced up towards the Baron once again.

“ No, It’s perfect. Thank you. ”

There was a moment of silence from him before he almost smiled. ” I owe you, I know that for sure. “

   Khorrvis glances for a moment at the horizon. Is this Thief by his lonesome? Didn’t they usually travel in packs? Returning his eyes back to look at the profusely bleeding wound, the Eliksni is feeling that familiar push, the one he felt whenever one of his own squadron had come to him, bleeding && battered. Would it be inappropriate, to assist this Light Thief? At the same time, Khorrvis isn’t sure he enjoys the thought of a death on his conscience — Especially one that could be prevented.

   Listening to the Sha ‘ir speak, a pair of secondary arms come to tear a ragged strip of his dark cloak ( it was in tatters as it was — No harm in taking a bit more ) with a swift motion. He approaches, becoming aware of exactly how much bigger he was than the Thief. 

          Primes, don’t get frightened. If you run, you’ll only bleed out.

   " I ᴡᴀs ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴏᴜsᴇ ᴏғ Dᴇᴠɪʟs. Nᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. “ Khorrvis will growl in his mother tongue, his tone teetering between courteous && bitter. Perfectly showcasing his stance on said House.

   The towering alien will come to crouch, his pride put aside for the moment to make sure this ambushed Thief makes it back alive, be that wherever he came from.

          ” Aʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ. Yᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs. Aɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ Sʜᴀ ‘ɪʀ’s ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɴᴅs. “

Ah, he understood now. Considering House Devils current state, the guardian couldn’t blame him. Upon the larger one’s approach, it seemed he didn’t even flinch. He had no fear of the Eliksni. Hell, under the strong scent of his blood, he had another eliksni’s scent on him. Not that Toby really noticed the scents of his lover and comrades, his sense of smell wasn’t anything like theirs. A small, half assed chuckle escaped him.

“Feel free. I don’t fancy having to stand by for resurrection right now.”

Toby attempted to sit up now, to let Khorrvis assist him. Carefully, he removed his soaked hand from his wound. This was going to hurt, so he prepared himself.

His helmet disappeared into transmat, dissolving from existence for the time being. There was a moment he glanced to Khorrvis and nodded before he pulled his clean glove free from his other hand and bit down on that for the time being.

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     The moment that the SHA ‘IR spoke in his own tongue, Khorrvis felt an animalistic streak of utter confusion ( as signified with a growling hiss, quickly stifled however ), then a sort of indignant refusal. Once his more bestial side calms however, the civilized side resurfaces — Though the EX-BARON is still rather confused at the switch in languages.

     Though, he pushes the luck just a bit, and replies in Eliksni to the felled Light Thief.

     " Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ. Cᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴀᴍ sᴀʏɪɴɢ, Sʜᴀ ‘ɪʀ? “

     His tone is terse, yet holding a hint of what seemed like curiosity. 

     The Light Thief was bleeding out rapidly, but Khorrvis was not skilled in the ways of healing such beings.

He kept pressure on his wound, gloves already soaked with his crimson. Admittedly, this was the worst wound he’d ever gotten from a Thrall. It was deep and he could feel the intense throbbing through out his side and arms. Toby should’ve been dead.

The guardian stumbled, slumping against the wall again. He leaned himself down onto a boulder. With a shallow inhale, he blinked at the question. “Y-Yes, I can. Although your accent is a bit.. different from those I’ve spoken to. Nicer then mine though, my accent must be atrocious..” he laughed out weakly.

Those others, being his lover and his allies of house scars. Toby had spied on other House’s too, and the accent this person spoke in sounded vaguely like the Devils.

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