Capture! (Mithos)

[Jessie]

Like the Magundi, Mithos too, had made fashionably quick work of his snacks. This may have been due the lack of ability to eat before, where he had the flesh of the fawn in front of him, only as an ornament. Though, anything that involved any bowel movements near his stomach would later stab him in the back in the long run.

Taking another swig of his own canteen, he casually placed it back in the sack before resting his head back against the mineraled Earth, the coolness of the rock sending a brief chill from the back of his neck, onward. As much as he would love to call it a day here, and he was sure Ao were to agree, the sun still shone bright, only a few degrees past that of the midday, nightfall still lazily breaking across Aedai's crust. Though energy was quick to disapprove this logic, the heavy eyelids of the warlock falling shut, the gentle breath of the Jungle panting against his skin, through his hair, and even that of a comforting touch past the bandages, the oxygen trying its hardest to break into the wounds, offering some sympathy.

Before Mithos had even taken notice, he had fallen into a doze. The surroundings growing black, and nothing but sweet silence off in the non existent horizon. No voices. Was he actually being granted with a chance of rest? His nerves were shut, pain was nothing but a fairytale, and that of the Mag was like a figment of his imagination. While part of the Elf could easily get use to this, -was this what Death might be like?-, a part of him felt unsettled. As if something just didn't click, that the dream was too peaceful to be that of a reality.

[mourninglife]

Emerald eyes watched Mithos as he started to nap, watching his chest starting to slow down in motion. He blinked and looked around, uncertain how long they should stay here, considering whatever it was behind them could have followed them. A light snort escaped and he shook his head. No! That was probably just some sort of a giant thing lumbering around the forest, not some murdering creature hell-bent on ripping apart the elf and the halfbreed.

The drake glanced back to where they came from, rethinking about that creature. Maybe... It was that? His body complained and demanded sleep but he was too concerned. Maybe it was for the best they had to keep moving. With a grunt, he forced his body back on all fours and glanced around to make sure there was no enemies ready to rip them apart on a moment's notice.

"Mithos." He whispered, placing a hand on the merc's shoulder and lightly shook, whispering again, "Mithos! We gotta keep moving." Without waiting for any response from him, he carefully pulled him on his back and wriggled around. Surely, he would get angry but he didn't care. They had to keep moving.

"Don't worry, I won't be running this time." Ao assured, starting to walk on the path he only knew. Yes, it would take longer, but this was the point. Walking until it was too dark to walk anymore would be better than hanging around to gain some energy that would be wasted later on.

[Jessie]

There was a brief moment that the Magundi's voice chimed in to the darken well of the Elf's thoughts, the distinct syllables of his name seeming to stretch out of vocal proportions as it did so. Before he had a chance to reply or even attempt to speak, gravity spun in all directions, and the dead weight of his limp body felt somewhat at ease, yet shifted unevenly. Crimson eyes began to part, as black and gray silhouettes of their surroundings came to view. Unlucky for Mithos, those too began to spin, the shift for every pace forward, making him dizzy.

"Ugh..." the Elf moaned lightly, unable to be of much help at this point. The lack of blood was reaching his scalp, and lack of nutrition was only quickening the process. Motor skills were becoming more and more disoriented, while even the borderline between what was sleep and what was reality was starting to blend. If this is what it was to die - there was no denying that this version was quite a concept of a beginning Hell.

(Shitty post is shitty.)

[mourninglife]

(So sorry for a long wait ;; I HAVE NO EXCUSES FOR THIS.)

Ao glanced worriedly at Mithos as he walked as evenly as he could. He even made sure to walk slowly as well so he wouldn't have to jostle the passenger on his back too badly. He had to get to Liath and fast but he had no tricks up his sleeve to get there within several hours. That much was impossible to do unless he was a mage.

The half-breed shook his head and lightly cursed under his breath. Perhaps, had he acted faster, the merc wouldn't have to sustain such heavy wounds. But then again, there was nothing he could have done in that situation. He was blinded by pain and fear. Again, he shook his head and let out a sigh. Now was not the time to ponder negatively on that. What was done is done.

He raised his head skyward to look at the position of the sun, being careful of where his horns poking at. He refocused at the invisible path before him as he silently explored the other paths and shortcuts he remembered. Unfortunately, those options were few. He glanced behind his shoulder and studied the dark elf for several seconds before deciding he was probably too dizzy to even tell a shadow from the other.

"Alright, I'll be walking this way. I think it might be faster." Ao announced, shifting his directions and started to walk carefully through the forest, weaving around the trees. He knew that even with this shortcut, it would still take a while, no matter exactly where he was walking through.

Just as he had predicted, the sun went down and he was still not where he wanted to be at. He glanced around nervously as he continued to walk, his limbs stiff and sore, through the dark.

"This is getting ridiculous... I wish you were lighter so we could just fly." He muttered darkly, not even caring to hear any scathing reply from Mithos. Truly, he thought it was ridiculous he wasn't there yet but hey, he couldn't rush anything. Especially when he had a dying man on his back. Nevertheless, he continued to walk forth, hoping to high heavens he would be there soon before his body decided to just drop from sheer exhaustion.