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She didn't seem to mind the creature much, in fact she'd been denied pets when she was a little bit younger. Something that had always bothered her everytime she saw a wild animal. "Not really. Just sort of tingly." She replied, looking about the cave. Reaching up, she combed her fingers through her hair, it was a little bit messed up. Given the circumstances however, one might expect the girl to be in such a state. After all, she relied on the magic in her veins, and Kuro had been pumping her full of energy. Looking away from her and back to Makoto, she cautiously reached up as if to let him sniff her hand.

"Sarah..." She answered, as one small soft hand dropped to pet Makoto atop the head. She'd scratch him a little bit to, since she'd heard animals liked that sort of thing. Her other hand found the comb. She couldn't really comb her hair well with just one hand, and yet she didn't want to stop petting the furry one. Shrugging slightly, she left the comb be for a moment. "And you?" She asked, trying to sound sweet as opposed to rude.

*Kaiori walks through the forest. Her fiery blue eyes flash in the bitter darkness. Her leather suit is rolled down to her hips and her purple hair has grown longer. Most women would be embarrassed about walking around half naked but kaiori didn't really give a rats a** at this point. Half the men of BC have seen all there is to see and the other half don't really care either way. Dropping her cigarette she cocks her guns and leans against a tree. Still bleeding down her front and back she spits out some of the crimson fluid. Brushing her hair out of her eyes the dark red liquid smears from her finger tips to her cheeks.* yuck.

Hey ugly. *Kaiori hisses between clenched teeth. Bringing up her Storm's she blows her hair out of her eyes and aims flawlessly.* Now run along before I splatter you all over this place. *Now don't get her wrong, kaiori was by no means taking pity on this creature, she just preferred to kill things like this at a distance since they had a nasty habit of popping like little time bombs of flesh.*

*Rolling her eyes she clips her storms to her hips.* Not everyone can come out of fight looking just peachy. *Poking a finger at her wound she winces and mutters some colorful words.* Anyways you should be happy I haven't shot you yet, so scat. *Rubbing her fingers together she groans, they're slippery with blood. She glances around for a body of water to wash off in. A dribble of blood slides from her lips and down her neck. She curses and coughs into her hand. Flicking the new blood off her fingers she starts walking to the sound of flowing water.*

*Kaiori shrugs.* Magic is more trouble than it's worth. *Unzipping the legs off of her suit, she is left with a collared leather swimsuit look. Normally she would just take the bothersome thing off, but that would mean leaving her hip straps on the side and that wasn't an option. Slipping into the waist deep water she splashes around, cleaning herself off. Looking at the clean wound she sighs.* Another scar....*Scars weren't something new to her, her body was covered in them. Her shoulder blades sported two extremely large matching scars from her wings, which she had ripped out herself. Pulling her lighter from her pocket she clicks the flame into action and burns the wound shut. Ripping her sleeves into strips she goes about her business wrapping them up.*

*Falling back into the water she lets the cold wash over her. Slowly her tense and tired muscles relax and stop twitching in leftover adrenaline. Fluttering her lashes she lets herself fall into a state of half awareness. Yawning softly she shrugs.* Most of them are dead, but I had to make an exit. The Dojo isn't worth me getting my head blown off for when no one but me cleans up the place anyways.