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[color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter
[color=ee82ed]Class:[/color]  Arcane Mystic
[color=ee82ed]Location:[/color]  Bar
[color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia
Mentions: [@oso] Bastion
[color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color]
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🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued.
🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs, sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate who holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved.
🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked
🐾Small pouch of freshwater
🐾Sewing kit 
🐾Small tool kit 
🐾Small gold pouch 
🐾A partially started personal journal
🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person
🐾Dark Crystal Shard-Left Eye[/hider] 
[color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color]
[color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color] 22
[color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] 
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A cold numbness had since seeped through his body, staved off only by the haori’s warmth focused at the chest.  His body shivering from the deep chill, yet his skin felt heatedly flushed and heavily slick with sweat. Conscious only of the stout structure pressed to his back. Or wasn’t it a person’s back? The wolf struggled to recall much as delirium from the blood loss and continued strained effort began sinking in.

Barely conscious, both of himself and mentally, he struggled to recall where he was. The world now became a muffled blur, and his senses were too exhausted to make out anything except the muffled buzzing of voices. 

*[b][color=ee82ed]  Hngh…so tired….hurt..it all hurts…..maybe….maybe I should rest my eyes for-[/color][/b]* 

[color=#f97fca]“ Menzai! 
-ease no!”[/color]


Among the buzzing voices, one broke through with a pleading desperation, following in recognition of the voice, did the half-elf’s name burst through the delirium, hanging heavily like a fog over his mind.*[b] [color=ee82ed]Phia![/color][/b]* 

[color=#f97fca]“I’m fine!......-on’t look at me…-don’t waste any- o e!” [/color]

Menzai focused on Phia’s voice, straining with determination to keep himself awake and to catch as much as he could. The pleading, desperate tone, while disheartening and painful to hear, served as motivation as time and everything around him appeared to blur and fly by. 

Next thing he knew, something massive had shifted into view; moments later, it would feel as if his body was floating. Whatever picked up felt cold and hard, like metal, and yet held him with a delicate touch and moved with such gentleness that it assured the wolf he was safe and offered no resistance. (not that he had any strength to)

Glimpses of the chaotic scene and people running in panic flashed by, interspersed with sounds of Phia’s voice still calling from some unknown direction, mixed by the metallic chirping like gears turning, and a coldness where normally off-putting instead was welcomed and refreshing against his sweatslicked heated skin. 

Drifting in and out of consciousness in between the shifting steps as they went, hardly registering that he had been placed down initially, he gasped out weakly in surprise upon sensing the presence beside him. 

Menzai tensed at first out of reflex, only to relax shortly after as he could sense it was Phia. Had he been moved or her? Whatever the case was, he could not say, but he was close to her and desired to see her face, to know with certainty she was safe. 

A comfort that lasted only briefly, for an unsettling sense of unease washed over him, sending a chilling shiver of a different nature. A sickening sensation flowed over their bodies, and for a moment feared he was being suffocated by inky dark magic.

Just as it felt like the air was leaving his lungs, then in a rush flooded back in with a heaving, sputtering gasp as the deathly cold was ripped from his battered body. Life flooded in anew, taking the burning chills with it. 

His haggard breathing soon returned to normal, with the numbness of his body giving way to warmth. Though before Menzai could attempt to collect himself had something launched onto him with an unexpected hug that hit his heavily aching body with fresh stinging spasms.

[color=#f97fca]"I thought you were gone!"[/color] she cried.

Her words, filled with fear and concern, stung with a guilt harsher than any of the injuries incurred. What shame he felt quickly melted away by the warmth of her embrace, filled only with relieved happiness. 

He sought to return the hug, to tell her he was ok, but his body was too exhausted that merely keeping conscious was all he was capable of managing. Frustrated as he was at himself, the touch of Phia’s fingers across his face, her blurry face only inches away, put him at ease, that everything was going to be ok.

[color=#f97fca]"I'm glad you're not dead." [/color]she informed him, then pressed her forehead against his, eyes squeezed shut. 

“ [color=ee82ed]Phia…I..tha-.no...so-[/color]” The wolf, momentarily stunned by her words grappled for the words to assure and comfort the scared half-elf when he felt her forehead press to his. He gulped in understanding and leaned against hers, letting the pair relish for a moment that both were ok.

He had hoped and longed to see Phia’s face properly with his vision returning, but at that moment, the stormbreaker had groaned beneath them as the shaking and rumbling of the ship had worsened considerably, as a loud male voice rang in the air with no visible speaker. 

Confusion and worry etched his face as he tried to crane his neck to discern what was happening with his vision returning. Only to feel a tugging sensation and turn in time to see Phia pulling on his arm and sleeve before finding himself pulled and wedged into a corner. 

It took a few seconds to realize they were behind the bar, his dull senses finally catching up just as the ship plunged forward with a powerful metal screeching lurch that rocked and creaked heavily beneath as his body rocked in place beneath Phia, the tight space limited the battering to bruises and scrapes. When the worst of the lurching came, Menzai forced his right arm to wrap around and hold her close, the act causing the back of his head to lightly smack against the wooden corner, turning everything black. 

[color=#f97fca]"Menzai?" [/color]

A pained groan hissed out in response as Menzai’s head swam.”[color=ee82ed] Hhngh..*cough* I-I’m fine….as I hope you..are well too, Phia.[/color]” Spoke through winced teeth, as every little movement, even talking, proved a painful effort. 

Taking a moment to shake the grogginess from his foggy mind to catch the echoing voice from before but his still pounding head had it sounding gibberish and adding to the growing headache. 

Shaking off the disorientation then lifted his head to take in Phia’s blurry face coming into focus.[color=#f97fca]”We’ve made it to a new land,”[/color] Her bruised and battered face shone with a bright smile. 

Menzai gave a relieved sigh with a slight smile in return.” [color=ee82ed]That we have…new unknowns to explore and a journey awaits.[/color]” The wolf spoke with a slight hoarse cough, taking in the scents of the sea and with it sampled the new region, his right hand gripped the bracelet beneath the sleeve as he gazed up at and past Phia to peer up at the sky.*[color=ee82ed]We made it..Phia, Trini.[/color]* Chuckling softly with a twinkling glint of the shard shimmering as if sharing in the moment.

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