[OOC: I'm gonna head to bed, I've got a job interview tomorrow morning! We shall continue this tomorrow, though Good night yall]
Dorian hasnt moved an inch since he started staring east but he had been listening to the surrounding noises. He hears birds rising with the sun and before the death of his friend he would have enjoyed their song but now it just seems like a cruel lie. Hearing something so beautiful but not seeing the source. The illusion of happiness, and joy knowing it's out there but always just out of reach. He takes his slab of wood and rams it into the ground at one of the ends of the grave and starts heading east wanting to get to the town Ellie mentioned and to get answers as to the name if not the location of the man who owned these dog like creatures.
Tyler wipes the sweat from his forehead as they finish digging the hole. Whats going on with Dorian, he keeps rubbing his heart? Tyler exhaustingly stumbles to Serra's body, lifts it up, then slowly lays her down in the grave. "Rest, sweet Serra," He says, as he begins to shovel the dirt back into the hole. After that is finished Tyler just stands there, admiring the grave and headstone. "We'll find the person who did this to you. I promise," Tyler says to the grave.
"We, um, should get going to the village," Tyler says to Ellie, his voice monotone and void of emotion.
"We, um, should get going to the village," Tyler says to Ellie, his voice monotone and void of emotion.
Ellie stands in front of the grave for a longer time than usual, her thoughts jumbled and disorganized - what can she make of Serra? Eventually she shakes her head and dismisses the thought, rubbing her eyes out of fatigue and stress. "Yeah, the village. Sorry." she mumbles, stifling a yawn as she walks toward the east, while clutching her injured arm. She sighs and looks around, following some of the tracks that left. She catches up to Dorian for their group to stick together, since she really didn't want anyone to die any time soon. "Uhm...I remember that the village had a broken tree stump in front of it. It may take a while to get there, but we'll likely reach by noon."
Dorian hears Ellie say they'd be there by noon "Good" is all he offers as a response, he just continues to walk his eyes fixed on the direction they are heading in, his hand clutching at the part of his sword belt that the letter is tucked behind. His thoughts are jumbled, a mix of memories of Seluné, thoughts of what he was going to do to the man responsible for her death and an overwhelming curiosity as to who these to be people walking with him are before he finally asks. "What are your names?"
As they walk, Tyler notices Ellie gripping the bite. He listens around for a water source, and to his surprise, he hears just that. The sound of a large waterfall. Any water would undoubtedly help Ellie, not to mention his thirst from exhaustion. "I...hear a waterfall," he says, each breath is notably deeper and heavier than the last, he turns to Ellie, "you seem distracted," he says. Its not just the bite that's distracting her.
Tyler changes his direction and urges for the others to follow, "Water's this way, just a quick detour."
Tyler changes his direction and urges for the others to follow, "Water's this way, just a quick detour."
"Ellie." she replies quickly to Dorian, feeling as if she was fading in and out of consciousness. She sighs in relief as Tyler mentions a water source, her unusually not hearing the sound. "Good," she says, following him. "Too much blood loss." She glances over at her bite and sees how the black fabric of the bandage has dampened and darkened with blood. At his question, she forces a smile on her lips. "Well, being bit by a rabid dog isn't the best feeling in the world." Even though this wasn't quite why she seemed distracted, she lies through her teeth anyway. "Don't worry about me, Tyler.."
Dorian notices that Ellie is fading in and out of consciousness so he watches her out of the corner of his eye "Ellie and Tyler" Dorian says in his head and starts walking toward the waterfall ready to grab Ellie in case she passes out so she doesn't fall.
"It's kind of natural to worry about a friend who's bleeding out," Tyler slightly smiles for a second. "Just, soak your arm in there. Don't take off the cloth too quickly," He says, walking with Ellie to the water. Oh finally, some water! Tyler crouches down onto the ground and splashes the water onto his face, even dunking his whole head into the water. He takes his blood-drenched shirt off and drowns it under the water, hoping to eliminate the dog-blood smell.
Just about when Ellie feels like she is going to pass out, she sees water. Her vision clears and she walks over to it, slowly dipping her injured arm in the water. A stinging relief passes over her - it hurts, but it feels much better compared to her condition before. She crouches down and keeps one hand on the ground to keep her upright, closing her eyes to regain herself. She rips the cloth off despite hearing Tyler, soaking that in the water as well. "Sorry." she says to Tyler, with a wide smirk. "I don't follow the rules that much."
Dorian goes to the water as well and pulls out a water skin from underneath his cloak and fills it before replacing it under his cloak and then sits down and removes his cloak and his armor and takes some water in his hand and cleans the fresh brand on his chest all the while looking at the waterfall with a solemn smile on his face.
Tyler smiles, "I see that," he unsheathes his sword and runs it in the cool, clear, water. He runs his hand along the blade, cleaning off the hardened blood. "This water couldn't have come at a a better time," Tyler says to himself, feeling completely rejuvenated. He breathes in and relaxes, laying down on the lush forest growth.
Ellie barely notices that she has to wash off a lot of her weapons, but for now decides to relax in the forest. She feels her arm slowly getting better and she pulls it out. She nods in agreement with Tyler's words before tying her damp and washed cloth around her bandage again, resting on the floor afterwards. "...can we just stay here and not move for, oh, I dunno...a few hundred years or so?"
Dorian finishes cleaning his wound and puts his armor and cloak back on and then sits facing east waiting for Tyler and Ellie to get ready to leave.
"I agree with you there," Tyler says, taking a loud and long yawn. "Maybe when we kill that asshe that did this we can just relax here, feel the water and sleep," Tyler says. He is very reluctant to get up, but does so anyways, trying to re-organize his priorities. He sheathes the sword and after stretching, he splashes just a little bit more water on his face.
She takes her sword out of its sheath and dips it into the clear water, washing it off before laying back down. Just before she was about to close her eyes, she catches sight of Dorian waiting for both of them. Immediately she straightens and stands up, taking out a bottle and filling it with clean water. "Sorry, Dorian. I almost forgot that we had a village to go find." she says with a sheepish grin, before stretching out her wounded arm.
"Don't worry, it'll still be there in one form or another when you two are done resting." Dorian says without looking back at them as he has started rereading the note.
Tyler stands up and reunites with Dorian, "Ain't no rest for the wicked?" He says, chuckling. "Well, we best get there before something bad happens," Tyler's voice adopting a more serious tone. "This is the best chance we get to find out where this asshole is."
Ellie cracks a grin at that and caps the bottle before clipping it to her belt, placing her cleaned sword in its sheath. "Well, let's get moving." she said, leading the way through the forest. She steps cautiously over various fallen trees, and some pieces are charred. Her curiosity lingers on them for a few seconds before continuing to move on.
Dorian ignores the joke and quickly folds up the note and tucks it back in his sword belt and follows Ellie "Soon he will be dead Seluné. Very soon." He says to himself also noting the destroyed trees "This is promising" Dorian says out loud, hands resting on the hilts of his swords, ready to draw them at the first sign of anything that he doesn't like. "How much further?"
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