[Inkubeus]

Daemon sighed with relief and his shoulders sagged in happiness.

"Thank the goddess. I was scared they might find me in here. I don't want to run into them again. I'm already pretty beat up.. I've been chewed on twice already."

He shook his head and looked back to Vladimir. He honestly didn't know what to do about his whole situation. He had to leave at some point. But with his wounds, he wasn't going to get far. Especially if the one on his leg was right on his knee. He couldn't walk too much or too far. He played grabbed some of his hair and messed with it, feeling a bit awkward about what he was going to ask.

"A-are... ah.. Are you going to kick me out now that can walk? I mean, you've already been so helpful and kind to me. You could have just left me out there. Not like anybody would miss me anyways.." his voice grew softer as he spoke the last sentence.

{I hope you don't mind his backstory... Most of my characters don't have very good ones.}