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Xell looked on dumbfounded at the Youth's words. His eyes followed the motion of the otter boy taking another swig of the bottle before continuing on with his statements. Hearing the poison swish so vividly within the bottle. Senses were acute while the Draconi was still on the ground. Mind wheeling from the nagging tug of war between the dark nature residing within him and his true self.
He was also trying to process what the youth meant about a fox and a similar past time event perhaps. He could he possibly relate to what he was going through right now?

Xell was still anaemic and shaky when he rose from the floor with a wince on his face. Eyes a persistent red colour despite the hallucinogene being momentarily quelled.

"Dude come on... I'm not a weapon," Xell appealed with open palms as he turned to speak to Yonath. Trailing off as he tried to regather his littered thoughts. The weathered appearance on the once pristine Draconi was pitiful. 

“For what it’s worth…” he looked away and scratched the back of his head, before looking back and forcing a sheepish smile “thanks for the fix!”

The smile disappeared as the Draconi took a side step and turned half his torso to get a sideways glance of the latest newcomer to their entourage. The red panda girl. Standing there quietly and appearing to be on the opposite end of the spectrum in temperament compared to Max. That being said, his body twitched as despite the masked façade looking back at him, the ominous stare felt oppressive in some ways. She portrayed a demeanour of friendliness, but even he felt she could see more than what she was letting on. For a second, his eyes glinted an even brighter shade of red, the longer he looked at her.

He finally managed to hear her name as herself and Taffy exchanged them. Akaeyla Wildgrove. The Coon invited her to join them on their journey.

Xell gritted his teeth and turned back to face the group. Or at the very least, what was remaining of them at this point. Yoni still had the drink in hand, Akaeyla stood there perpetually composed, and Taffy was giving the Draconi a wary look. That of concern and confusion, etched with a judgemental frown.
“Ha! Bet I make great practice for your sick patients,” Xell broke the silence, pointing at her shakily as he met her look “please don’t look at me like you’ve just laid an egg!”

He sighed. Facepalming for an intense few seconds. The jig was up. The skeleton was out of the closet and the Draconi was beginning to reach his limits in trying to suppress it. 

“I’m sorry…” he continued to stare at the ground. He wiped some of the blood off his jaw from the blood clot he spat out earlier “I’ll save the story for a rainy day.”

He looked back to the group with a more sombre calmness. Head tilted with placid observation and perhaps even bittersweet defeat.

“If you guys ever see him, you really should take measures.” He said, trembling as he forced out the words “it’ll take more than knives and 
copper heads to deal with it though.”

He looked away and focused on the endless horizon of dark fields and gauntly trees. Deep in thought.

“We should find Nikki… I don’t think we should leave her out here alone. She's just a kid too.”
It was then he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. All she'd try to do since the group first got together was to look out for him. Certainly it seemed that she believed that he was crazy. Even a hypermaniac that she, too, was wary of. At least she was sticking his company out.

“And maybe not Max either…” he sighed reluctantly. Starting to walk off, nodding towards Taffy to lead the way.