|A Firey Reunion
||[Dec. 25th, 2004|09:03 pm]
Village in the Valley
The muscular red-haired man walked casually in these unfamiliar streets, bare feet seemingly comfortable on the surface that was still hot from the day. An olive jacket was slung casually over his left shoulder, held only by a fingertip. For the tall one's casual demeanor, his mind was tumbling with thought. He had never ran such a test before. It had been several years since he was prey. He certainly hoped the prince was not hurt badly.
The one he was most concerned about would find him, of that, he was -- fairly certain. He knew her well, and that she would hardly give up unless she had been injured too severely to continue. His questions about a new girl in town hadn't led him to any further information since he'd sent her help days ago, and that was what was troubling him. She had left the human's healing center and had not been seen in any 'hotel' in town. She had been ill -- perhaps this hadn't been the right time.
Then again, were the girl to snap, now would be when. Low on physical resources, no emotional support but her own strength, unfamiliar territory -- all of these were usual triggers to her anger, he knew. He could handle the wrath of a human -- but could she handle her own wrath? That was the test...