Oh boy.

He could almost feel the cheer in the air, the good feelings wafting towards him like petals and freaking rainbows on the breeze. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold or the feel-goody-ness running towards him that caused him to shudder. Welp. Time to go! He stood up quickly all thoughts of hanging out gone. Iromar, Asteraia, Spirane, whatever he was out of here. He pointed his black snipped nose in a direction and was planning on walking in it, dripping wet and all he wasn’t going to enjoy the river anymore, but his radar apparently didn’t go off quick enough. It was here. Shiiiittttttt.

The bark caused him to wince and to slowly look around as she began her rather long lenghty introduction with his face flat as slatestone. His knotched ear gave a twitch, his face looked over all wholly unimpressed and by all means right now he looked like a pathetic, annoyed, raggedy, wet rat with no tail. He visibly twitched when SHE smaller than him even though he was a PUPPY of all freaking things drowning in a river. ”I wish I just drowned in the river.” he said under his breath. He wasn’t that small. Just starved. Maybe she could like do something helpful like feed him or something. That would be the REAL nice thing to do, but no she was blathering on and oh boy she has a name and wanted his too.

”Right. Well, Ember, I am Mugen and as you can tell… also hungry. So unless you have food stashed somewhere in or on that tiny bodice of yours…” The vagabond looked her up and down not seeing anything that particularly interested him. Cute. Pretty. Whatever. He did have some morals. Believe it or not. They were just… muddy. It seemed his late father and mother had instilled some sense of something into him, perhaps that was what caused him to snap, to turn against the thieves and become a beating bag until he managed to get away.

Was it worth it though? He could still be rolling in the life of general luxury if he just didn’t let that tick in the back of his head get the better of him. Another demon for another day.