[center][h2][color=a0410d]Vakim Malukavi[/color][/h2][/center]

	Day was breaking. Vakim was still standing on the battlefield, Watching the sun rise over the mass bloodshed. So many descendants littered the ground. Vakim knew so many were Gaia troops. It ached his heart. He fought for their lives. Not his own. After watching the Sun crest over the horizon he looked down at his sword, the black blade seemed to ooze and drip. The color forming into a puddle at his feet was a deep red. He took a large meaty hand of his and ran it from hilt to tip and threw any liquid from the edge. Sheathing the sword at his hip he turned and headed back towards the bulk of the troops, most of which had dissipated because the attacks rarely ever came at day. He stopped to talk to one of his lieutenants and said that all the wounded were taken to the enormous tree in Sunfire. He placed a hand on his lieutenants shoulder and gave him a reassuring nod and saying farewell until next attack. He lifted his massive wings and with a jump as well as a thrust of the wings Vakim took off towards the tree. 

	Once there he took a look around at all the carnage, as well as all the recovery happening. He wanted to help but he didnt know how. He had been observing for a tad too long and was blocking the doorway, so he decided to head towards the nearest taxis member. [color=a0410d]"Excuse me, How may I be of service?"[/color] The healer pointed to a large stack of bloody rags, towels and garments, asking him to take them and wash them the best he could. He nodded and walked over towards them, having to watch his step and keep his wings from knocking over any taxis on the the edge doing what they can for a wounded soldier. Taking the large basket of Garments he heaved them high enough to clear any heads down low. He thought of the nearest place to wash them and figured he should just go to the bottom of the river coming down from the mountain. He stepped out the door and took off again. Taking his time he got to the river and washed the bandages and what not the best he could, laying each one on a rock to dry while he washed the rest. By the time they were all dry it was almost midday and he flew them back. Dropping them off he turned for the closest pub or tavern to waste the day away, Sleeping on the table most of the time.

	He awoke to the scream of a wounded soldier who had just been scared awake from a nightmare and the pain he had to deal with. Vakim couldnt shake the feeling of being useless and helpless, He got up, checking his surroundings, He called to the bartender and asked how much he owed him. Turning back to the table he threw down that many Fotians and walked out. Taking in a deep breath he sighed and followed the sounds of agony and the heavy scent of blood, as well as all the thrashing he felt though the air and ground. He was in the middle of a pretty open area when he decided to stretch his arms and wings. While they were spread wide, a Civilian pointed out a large split in his hide under his left arm. Vakim took a look and was surprised to find exactly what the citizen had said. He fingered it to see if it hurt any. Which it didnt, but it was a deep cut, major weak point in his armor-like skin. He continued onto the Temple where the groans and screams came from. He stepped inside, looking for a healer that could spare a second. Finding one who didnt Immediately have their hands on a patient he cleared his throat. [color=a0410d]"Excuse me, I was just headed back out to the battlegrounds before dusk, however I seem to have an imperfection in my hide,"[/color] he said jokingly, covered in scars and inperfections. [color=a0410d]"Do you think you could patch this quickly before I head back down?"[/color] He asked politely hoping it wasnt too much to ask. [@Rai]