Scythe Meister
God of Luck and Tricks
"Fuck." Merek let out the curse softly. He sighed and walked back to the infirmary by himself, still holding the bowl in his hands. After a few seconds, he smiled. The tracker was on him. It wasn't a visible one and only the attacher could take it off. If was a powerful spell, one not even Vincent's top mages could pull off. He was proud to have managed it. The thing about the tracker was that it was also a useful medical tool. It monitored the vital signs of the person it was attached to. The one negative and also the reason it had been put out of use was that it also linked the tracked and tracker together. Whatever pain Kawazoe went through, Merek would feel it as well. The link was also telepathic. "Hello." He called out to the wolf.
@Blood dog
((Good night, Ashlyn ))
@Blood dog
((Good night, Ashlyn ))