Delam did not relax as she did. The beasts had been scared away for the moment, but he knew they would linger. The great wolves were savage monstrosities lacking in the nobler traits of their off-world kin. The creatures that survived here were the worst of their ilk - it was the only way they could survive in the unforgiving forests. This strain was particularly intelligent, and Delam had reason to believe they would return for revenge, if not for the sake of food. He and Vaela would make for a nice dinner, after all, and they had slaughtered the beasts' packmates.
His body ached from the bloody gashes gifted to him by the animals' talons, and now the shower of shrapnel that had fallen over him. He'd stood rigid over Vaela as the speeder was ripped apart by catatonic forces and paid for it. Bits of molten metal flecked against his skin and found embedded themselves within his torso. He'd wasted no time in tearing them out - charring his fingers as he did so.
When all was quiet save for the low crackle of the flames, he turned toward the river. He watched Vaela as she went searching through her pack, his eyes narrowed as he tried to ascertain her thoughts. He had saved her for two particular reasons: he had no idea how to get to the town on foot safely, and he would need her to keep watch while he slept.
That was, of course, if she did not shoot him in his slumber.
"A sound plan," he agreed, his tone rising with irritation as she spoke so casually of his would-be murder, "Charming choice of words."
When she had finished, he took to cleansing himself of the gore and vitae. It was all he could do to wipe the sticky crimson fluid from his face - it would never come out of the jacket. Accepting this, Delam pushed up to his feet and gave Vaela a once over.
She was everything his people were not.
"I don't think I would be entirely keen on driving you up the loading ramp myself, assassin." His words were barbed and venomous. He would not forgive her ill-fated mission so easily.
With a sigh, Delam slipped his rifle over his shoulder and turned toward the forest that seemed to lead up out of the ravine. This was going to be unpleasant.
"We'll need to find a place to bed down for the night," he nodded toward her and stepped off toward the treeline, "Come."
[member="Vaela Saboe"]
His body ached from the bloody gashes gifted to him by the animals' talons, and now the shower of shrapnel that had fallen over him. He'd stood rigid over Vaela as the speeder was ripped apart by catatonic forces and paid for it. Bits of molten metal flecked against his skin and found embedded themselves within his torso. He'd wasted no time in tearing them out - charring his fingers as he did so.
When all was quiet save for the low crackle of the flames, he turned toward the river. He watched Vaela as she went searching through her pack, his eyes narrowed as he tried to ascertain her thoughts. He had saved her for two particular reasons: he had no idea how to get to the town on foot safely, and he would need her to keep watch while he slept.
That was, of course, if she did not shoot him in his slumber.
"A sound plan," he agreed, his tone rising with irritation as she spoke so casually of his would-be murder, "Charming choice of words."
When she had finished, he took to cleansing himself of the gore and vitae. It was all he could do to wipe the sticky crimson fluid from his face - it would never come out of the jacket. Accepting this, Delam pushed up to his feet and gave Vaela a once over.
She was everything his people were not.
"I don't think I would be entirely keen on driving you up the loading ramp myself, assassin." His words were barbed and venomous. He would not forgive her ill-fated mission so easily.
With a sigh, Delam slipped his rifle over his shoulder and turned toward the forest that seemed to lead up out of the ravine. This was going to be unpleasant.
"We'll need to find a place to bed down for the night," he nodded toward her and stepped off toward the treeline, "Come."
[member="Vaela Saboe"]