Nose raised high; he forced himself down the path with the least blood; for once running away from a fight. He trusted her; he had to. He had to. She was strong. She was stronger then anyone he'd known in ages. Demi would survive. Ithurtithurtthatmuchblooditcouldn'tbenononononono
"Where are you Nanalie..."
Roars broke the silence of the island; he was calling to her; screaming so hard his throat raged against him.
"Nanalie....! Where are you!"
His roars would alert anyone that knew him that he was there; Demi's family was faster then he was, maybe one of her relatives had found her. Maybe she'd run to Amaranth's lab... it was safe there from anything. He didn't care; he had to find her. He had to know he had someone left...
Stopstopstopstopdon'tthinkaboutthatitcan'tbetrue
"NANALIE!"
