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He'd made it to land a few days ago, though where he was he had no clue. The male was on the far side of the island, opposite the mainland. He'd yet to discover that part, but he would soon enough. The cross marked male wandered aimlessly around the coast, occasionally altering his course inland, but it was usually just to keep away from the elements that plagued the outer rim. His coat smelled of the sea long dried into him from his swim here. He'd been thrown into the unforgiving ocean not too long ago, his enemies hoping he'd succumb to the ocean. But he hadn't. Something in him drove him to survive, and now...here he was.

Blue eyes searched about, looking for a place to rest before night caught up. He never stayed in the same place twice, fearing those who might be after him. The evening sky began to turn orange, casting dim shadows across the ground all around him like claws seeking to take hold of him. Tired, the male stopped where he was and stared out over the ocean. Where would life take him now? His family was...gone. And it was a hard thing to think about now.

Content warning for Mammon's potty mouth. 

Mammon was exhausted, the grief she had been forced to push down in her meeting with her “uncle” was pulling at her heart and mind. The vixen was brought low for what felt like the millionth time in her short life, still her defeated posture was a rarity. The image of her brother’s mangled corpse kept flashing in her mind; it didn’t feel real. A part of her had become overcome with the idea that she would turn a bend and see Bel lounging there, a grin upon his face and he’d ask her why she looked so grim and she tell him; then they’d laugh at her strange dream. But it was not her brother she saw when she finally rounded a rocky bend, still limping slightly. A stranger, slightly smaller than herself was gazing out at the lapping waves and for the first time she could remember Mammon wanted nothing more than to slip away unnoticed, she was too tired to pretend she wasn’t hurting anymore. The girl continued on her way, hobbling as she went. She didn’t expect the rocks to be as slick as they were though and she suddenly found she had lost her footing. The next thing she knew she was on her side, her ribs and hip aching from their sudden contact with the ground. Fuck! She exclaimed louder than she meant.  Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts

The sudden sound of a word spewed caught the males attention. Head shot up, ears turning towards the source as his head followed. Crystal blue eyes caught sight of someone on the ground. Nostrils flared for a moment trying to catch a scent, and what he found told him it was female. A loner. A stranger. He was a bit apprehensive, and it showed slightly in the way he was hesitant to approach. But what if... what if she was injured? The rocks here were slippery, enough to maybe sprain an ankle or twist a leg in such a way that it could be difficult to walk.

That was it. He couldn't just leave her there if she did happen you injure herself now, could he? No. Despite his reluctance to be around others given the situation he just escaped, he just couldn't bring himself to leave her. He could at least check on her, if anything. The youth decided to move towards her, carefully picking his way across the shoreline until he was close, but not too close. "Hey, are you uh...alright?" His voice was soft spoken, concerned. If she was okay and wanted him to go away, then he would. But not until he made sure she was okay first.

Things were just going so great for the woman. She groaned again as she stretched a paw out, flexing her toes. It hurt like hell, but at least she could move. A voice reached her and as she turned she realized she would have of of course drawn his attention. "Just fuckin' peachy!" She snapped. Slowly she rolled onto her paws, grimacing as she rose to her full height, a smirk pulling across her lips as she realized she was taller than the stranger. Little victories. Her quick amusement was lost in an instant though as she was once more taken under by the wave of grief her smile dropped and for a moment she looked how she felt, small and vulnerable and hurt. Then her mask of indifference rose, an instinct more than anything else to protect her from this stranger. With my luck, I broke my ribs. She fumed to herself. "Fuckin' cherry on the whole shit sundae." She muttered under her breath. Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts

"Happy Hurts" Geez, this girl really had a mouth on her, didn't she? His ears twitched uncomfortably as she answered him, though he got the feeling she obviously wasn't in the best of moods. Granted, she did just fall, but maybe it was more than that. Bad day, maybe? Taking a deep breath, he observed her. Not daring to take a step closer just yet. She seemed incredibly pissed about something, though for a brief moment he thought he saw a flash of a smile or something when she looked at him. He was...so confused...furrowed brows and a slightly tilted head was a sign of this, was she smirking because he looked funny? Ooor something else? Hm...he couldn't quite figure it out at the moment, but he doubted it was anything funny anyway. That smile of hers seemed to quickly falter though, replaced by something else...was that...sadness? If it was what he thought, then he had seen and felt that way much too often, but again, the look disappeared almost as soon as it had appeared, replaced with different look this time. What was with this chick? "Fuckin' cherry on the whole shit sundae!" He frowned, ears pulling back slightly as his one blue eye watched her, the other hidden by his messy black hair. Swallowing, he was almost afraid to talk. What if she lashed out at him? Well, if she tried...at least he'd have a head start. He wasn't the one on the ground, after all. "Bad day, huh?"His voice was innocent, though he braced himself for her onslaught of words. "Speech", Thought, "You"

He was visibly confused and Mammon couldn't help but feel a bit satisfied by it though this time it didn't show. She could only imagine how messed up the whole thing looked, he probably thought she was crazy. And truth be told she kind of wished she was, but the image of her brother's slaughtered form flashed in her mind and the idea she might have imagined it all fled from her mind. He spoke and Mammon snorted. "Wow, nothing gets past you, huh?" The sarcasm was thick in her voice and Mammon settled on her haunches, for the first time checking on her poor battered forepaws. The pads we're raw and still bleeding slightly though not as bad as it had been. Sweet nothings & Dangerous Thoughts

Ooc// I soooo did not forget about this >.> <.<

He shifted uncomfortably on his paws, gaze flicking from her to the ground, back to her and then trying to find somewhere else to look. He felt so...awkward. Did he help her? Or should he just leave and let her stew in whatever she was feeling by herself? She was injured, and despite his uncomfortable feeling, he simply couldn't just leave her by herself. She was bigger than him yes, but what if something even bigger came around and got her while she was wounded? He couldn't forgive himself if that happened.

Opening his mouth to say something, the words stuck in his throat so he shut it again. A moment later, he made to speak again, "I'm sorry you're having a bad day, but...It doesn't have to be, does it? I can help you with yours paws, and get you some food...after that I'll leave you alone if you want." There. The offer was out on the table. Would she refuse? He knew pride could be a fickle thing, but she didn't exactly seem to be in a position to refuse help.