Stand Upon The Wreck

Lurid wasn't afforded much space these days, between her leg and Kichi, Alastor and occasionally Kefka and his little girl, Relm...Lurid needed a bit of air. She didn't get too far from home, her leg not truly affording her the luxury of travel, something she had discovered as they attempted to trek toward The Hallows. It was a pack rumored to help heal and other things, and with her leg broken and badly gashed the way it had been, Lurid needed someone to help her. The splint she had to brace her leg helped, but the sling fashioned to keep her weight off of it was annoying at best. The bandages had stopped showing red, which meant her wound was healing up rather nicely, but it would be a long while before she could use her leg again. This severely limited Lurid in getting away when she actually needed to, but she was glad for the care her pseudo-family had for her. Alastor kept her spirits up and her stomach full, when she sank too far into her head he and Kichi were there to pull her from her melancholy. It wasn't too horrible, but she wanted to breathe.

It wasn't too long before she came upon giant metallic monoliths that she couldn't identify, but felt familiar. Climbing up on one of the massive metal bodies, Lurid panted and lay herself down gingerly. It hadn't been easy to get up here, but she made sure to choose the easiest one to dismount. Several landing points provided easy access to the ground, if needed. For now, she lay and enjoy the waning light of the sun. Movement caught her eye as a dark figure drifted between the metal giants, the wind carrying his scent along with the metallic tang of the dead beasts that littered the grounds here.

Lurid would not call out to him, but she would sit in such a way that her own presence would be hard to not notice. His scars said he had a story, the closer he got to her, the more of them she could see littered his frame. A warrior then, had to be, or at least retired. There was no other explanation for his scars unless he was a criminal, but the wolf did not carry himself that way. Lurid was raised with criminals, and she could easily identify the monsters within others. Besides, he seemed just as mystified by the area as she was, so perhaps it would be a chance for outside conversation.