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Guts ([personal profile] garmr) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-09-20 01:53 am (UTC)

Guts curses more loudly now that there was proper air in his chest, and unfastens the helmet to slip it vigorously off his head. Without the metal obscuring his face, it was easier to see the absolutely miserable expression. Between the rain and the helmet, his black hair was plastered neatly to his skull, free of all the disgusting viscera coating everything below his eyes in blood.

When he feels a nose daring to sniff his comparitively unspoiled hair, he guesses Safflower was waiting behind him. Even without the blood, the ride and the fight would have left him quite sweaty with exertion. Rain wouldn't fix it. It was just in the process of turning him into a larger wet rat. He gets a glimpse of Galli nestled in between the two larger animals, frowning.

He's pensive, uncertain of how pissed he should be that he almost died searching for this shivering girl. A stranger. With no promise that he'd get his proper sword back. He could almost hear the admonishment in his head from every rough voice that had taught him better about surviving in the world. He gets to his feet, unsteadily at first, but his steps become more confident once he finds Safflower as a nice, steady support to lean against. No use dwelling on it.

"I wouldn't eat any of that thing's meat if I were you." he says to Lashan."Thing's obviously got some kinda disease."

It pained him to say that. How did they have so many hunters and no game meat to show for it?

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