Ak'lya
That one kid
Father's dead. That was all that went through Tarian's head. Father's dead. He ran through the jungle, dodging through the trees. Father's dead. The boy had heard something over here weeks ago, but Father had said to stay back. The vorskinrs had been pushed to home. And now, he ran to where the fight had been. Father's dead.
Something calling to him. He stopped. Talon peaked over his shoulder, and he smiled for the first time that day. Reaching down, he refilled the nutrients for the Ysalamir. Talon slid back down, content once again. Slower now, the boy in full beskar'gam moved to the battlefield. Maybe they could help.
[member="Preliat Mantis"] @Any other Mandos
Something calling to him. He stopped. Talon peaked over his shoulder, and he smiled for the first time that day. Reaching down, he refilled the nutrients for the Ysalamir. Talon slid back down, content once again. Slower now, the boy in full beskar'gam moved to the battlefield. Maybe they could help.
[member="Preliat Mantis"] @Any other Mandos