Dire Wolf Devil
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓔𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻.
Masaru gave a smile, rubbing the back of his head. "I guess so." He pulled Dei into his arms and ruffled his hair, he turned back to Chloe, holding Dei to his chest.
Dei-Loki happily laughed, leaning against Masaru as he hugged his arm softly. To this, Chloe couldn't help but give a joyous snicker as a smile remained on her face. "Good. I'm glad t' see that smile on his face again. I'd take that over the few years he'd been dark and moody, any day."
Reglius walked next her, tilting his head upward in thought. "Well I've been going on... five years now. I was born in the slums of (insert coastal city name here) and I learned all the street skills of running away, stealing from rich people, and upsetting the mafia. The LionClan inner circle, Buh'roham Jarho, his adoptive son Techal, the husband and wife elf team Harlinduil and Lileli, and the Direwolf Ma'Jindarr, came on a mission and I helped them out. In turn they helped me bring down the mafia and I've been traveling with them ever since. Turns out you make more money helping out those helpless villagers on the road than stealing for a living. Who knew."
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"Hold still." Dar'vange took out a syringe from a robe pocket. Taking Lucifel's arm he stuck it right in the vein. An unpleasant shudder would pass through Lucifel's body as the skin rapidly healed under the field dressing. "The pain will go away shortly. The Am Brodians could be a little hardcore when it came to hunting, so they made their field medicine a pain to use." He put the syringe in the robe pocket. "Shall we continue?"
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Valerie listened, her gaze in Reglius's direction as she'd allow her hands to casually slip into her pockets. "The mafia, eh? Gods, wasn't that a while ago..." Val muttered to herself, soon shrugging as she grinned slightly. "Well, at any rate, must feel good t' travel with allies."
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Lucifel would stifle a grunt following the sudden puncture, his teeth having grit as a result of the after-effect. Sighing heavily through it, he looked off to the side, and then to Dar'vange once the needle was removed. "Bit of a bite to it... Alright, yes, let's go. Thank you."