[center] A weight seemed to release his chest and Kieran immediately gulped in large gasps of air. He became aware of how his body was shaking, and how the smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. He heard his first fledgling’s question though his mind didn't immediately supply him an answer, another three gasps later and Kieran managed to unclench his fists and open his eyes. 

A hiss escaped him when bright sunlight met his gaze, his body instinctively curling into a tighter ball. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light and with it he became more observant as to who was at his sides. He opened his eyes and found both Clara and Ryanair sitting on their knees, their faces pale and eyes wide. He could remember the feel of ice-cold hands on his chest before his gaze met crimson eyes, his teeth grit and his lips part to answer Clara’s question. 

“I don't know how but...someone was here. I only saw this person for a moment but I could tell he wasn't human. His eyes were crimson and I spotted a black phoenix on his shoulder before I was overwhelmed by pain…” His words failed him as he felt his throat close up, his hands flying to his neck. The copper scent of blood now filled his scenes, he curled his battered body into a ball and opened his mouth to speak once more. “Move...away….” He manages to rasp out, his tone weak but authoritative. It felt like he hadn't fed in what felt like weeks, his mind felt foggy and try as he might he couldn't recall anything other then the missing to find the Mage. 

He didn't want to hurt either of his fledgling’s. Teeth gritting so hard he tasted blood on his tongue, he unconsciously fills their bonds with exhaustion and confusion. 

Why couldn't he remember?

Why did he feel so thirsty as if he hadn't fed in a while? 

….And why did he feel so heavy?[/center]

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