Ig I could start a random RP for those of us who've lost important RP characters

(Evil grin and thumbs-up)

De Tearion: Shrugs. I know not, yet I know that those of weaker mind than me would have collapsed in agony by now. He chirps when he’s grabbed and thrown, then teleports back to the ground, flopping onto his ass and watching the web wrap around some of the tree branches above him. He chuckles. And you will capture me not in that web again.

(Okay, good night)

De Tearion: Sighs. I suppose. He lifts his curled hand, chuckling at the sight of his black blood sliding down his arm. With his other hand, he gently pries his claws out of his arm and slowly uncurls them, wincing a bit. And first blood. I must say I envy your defenses. Most of my own require vigilance and magic. He glances at Danielle. I still have my senses, yet I am at a noticeable disadvantage currently, and I know less about you than I know of Sam.

De Tearion: Most of the magic I know be defensive, and the offensive spells I know are often lethal. Yet, Goliathans also have natural magic, such as our morphing abilities. He watches Danielle, raising an eyebrow at her. Why have you done such? He seems a bit concerned.

De Tearion: Sighs, still confused. He then glances to the side, sorrow filling his eyes. My bane. I had thought not that I remembered her with such detail. Looks away, sighing shakily.

De Tearion: Sighs and lies on his back, seeming suddenly exhausted, his ‘wounded’ hand visibly shaking. From his body language, it’s clear that he had been extremely tense before Sam removed the toxins. Black tears stream from his eyes, both from greif and as a reaction to the sudden disappearance of agony. Mercy have me.

De Tearion: Shakes his head. You have done no wrong. Truly, I enjoyed our duel. ‘Tis merely memories that haunt me. I also now remember how much pain I could truly tolerate. I would collapse from blood loss before the pain stopped me.

De Tearion: Flinches when Danielle touches him, though not because of his hand. He quickly composes himself, flexing his claws then morphing it into a hand. He also morphs his other hand, using it to wipe off his face. Thank you both.

De Tearion: Likely best to cure her as well. Indicates Danielle. I wish to be the only one who suffers at this moment.

De Tearion: Confused. Why? I understand being stubborn, ‘tis been a curse of mine since my youth, yet why?

De Tearion: Sighs. I see. He then maneuvers to his knees and tries to stand. He collapses on the first try and sighs, taking a moment to focus himself despite his fatigue. He then tries again and shakily climbs to his feet. He walks over to a nearby tree and slides down the trunk, clearly drowsy but forcing himself to stay awake.

De Tearion: Shakes his head as he watches Danielle. I will sleep not until she recovers. There seemed to be a sort of protectiveness in his eyes, a need to comfort Danielle despite having no idea what could soothe her.

De Tearion: Watches all of it silently. He then looks away, cradling his amulet. He closes his eyes, remembering one of the many songs Agatha loved to hear. He started to hum and chirp, at first softly then louder, until the others could hear. There was no direct translation of this particular song, but it spoke of wandering through a forest paradise. It had been a favorite of both De Tearion and Agatha.

De Tearion: Pauses when he notices the two other voices singing. He gasped, a few tears streaking his face. He could barely remember the last time he had heard such collective singing, and it was beautiful. He laughed softly, more tears appearing. Last time I heard this sung by three voices I had been a child. I was singing it with Agatha and our mother. That be one of the clearest memories I have of Mother. Laughs a bit more, then resumes singing.

De Tearion: Stiffens at the hug, but slowly relaxes, accepting the hug. In his head, the memory of singing with him, Agatha, and his mother lingered.