You've Got Something on Your Face

"Talk" Walk

He was proud of himself. He was also in pain, his fresh wounds stinging and bleeding, but oh so proud. He wasn't sure what the extent of his injuries was yet, so he followed Rhyme back to Abaven with the tiger gripped in his mouth as they dragged it back. Ignis wanted to do something with its parts. He didn't know what yet, but he was sure he could do something pretty cool with it. When they got within Abaven's borders, Ignis dropped his catch on the ground and shook his head. The action made his head throb with a fresh headache, and he winced as that first wave of pounding beat within his skull.

He looked at Rhyme, listening to what he said. He was informed that he would get a scar, but instead of getting all sad or mad about it, he lit up. His tail wagged and he perked up, chest puffing out as he grinned. "Aw that's alright! I don't mind having a scar! When others ask, I get to tell them I got them from fighting a tiger!" He beamed, the thought of bragging to others about fighting a tiger and surviving! Even if Rhyme did make the killing blow, Ignis had done his best to rip it to shreds. "How cool would that be? I can't wait to show my uncle and sis!" Yeah. Safe to say he was extremely proud about his new scars.