[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

Sable chewed on his gums softly as he bound the cut on Cyn, he had never tried being a medic before and had to admit that it was hard as hell. Not too many people had the hand to be so delicate and he was one of them. He wrapped it around probably a bit too tight before sitting back and smiling, proud of his accomplishment. "Alright, done," he told her, rising to his feet. "Guess we should head back now, can you walk?"

[i]Something is pulling at my gut,[/i] he thought to himself, a powerful pull that tugged viciously and pained him a bit. 

In front of him appeared a man he had never seen but the familiarity he felt towards him was undeniable. The fondness that he felt for him was from a long time ago and undisturbed. "Gray?" he muttered, knowing he shouldn't have known the name.