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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2020 10:15 am
 "Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 3/20 Minor Wounds: x Major Wounds: x Grievous Wounds: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds: x Currently Healing: x Post Count: 1
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.Somewhere within Vale, lost and hidden away from any nearby cities or settlements, a towering _thing_ of muscle shambled and limped with a woman across its shoulder. A trail of blood followed the hateful, beastly growling that rumbled forth from the figure, and anyone that followed it would be able to easily keep up and see just what it was. A man, bloodied and blackened, with naught but a shroud on his head and a skirt over his legs. One arm hung limply against his side, and a broken leg dragged in the dirt as its foot was pointed backward.
Onward the man moved, clumsily and obviously blind, toward a large tree. Dropping to one knee, he did his best to prop the woman, who was revealing to be bleeding profusely from a large wound in her midsection, against it. He was of no help with her wound, as he had even less experience with these things than she did, but she was, reluctantly, someone he considered to be protected even if he was in no condition for another fight. The woman did what she could to bandage her gaping midsection, but having no way to actually close the wound meant it was likely a wasted effort without some savior.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2021 1:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2021 1:55 pm
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 4/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 1 .
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.The towering brute merely stood where he was, faintly snarling as he kept his attention on his surroundings, listening for anything that dared to approach the woman he aimed to protect. As Eszter got closer to the pair, the wounded woman's keen eyes picked out the obviously out-of-place blue that was her hair as it swished and settled despite her successfully stealthy efforts so far. Calling out with a cough and chucking a small stone toward the mysterious figure, the woman alerted her comrade. "Nachthaut! Stranger!"
And like that, the tar-blackened monster turned to face where the stone thudded against a tree with a snarling shout. As his front met Eszter's eyes, it would become more apparent just what she would have to deal with. A breeze moved the man's shroud, but it seemed fixed to his face just under his eyes. His scarred body faintly glistened with sweat and blood, his injured leg dragging limply and grotesquely and he lumbered a few shaky steps toward Eszter's hiding place. "Whoever you are, show yourself! Slowly! You better not be one of those Faunus...", the woman ordered, struggling and failing to get to her feet, practically muttering the last part under her breath. At the mention of the word faunus, Nachthaut seemed to growl out with a visible hate.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 12:10 pm
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Setting: Forest somewhere
Companionship:Strange man, and wounded woman
Behind the Mask:Keep calm Eszter....
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 2:07 pm
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 5/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 3 .
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.Eszter's words did nothing to sway Nachthaut's burgeoning primal reactions of fearful anger and distrust toward her, but he stopped limping toward her for now as his companion called out, "Nachthaut, let her come. Slowly. I'm in no condition to do anything, and neither are you..." She sounded remorseful and angry, tears welling up in her eyes, but whether it was from the pain or something else was up to debate. With a low growl and a huff of air escaping his nose in what sounded almost like a snort, he trusted his dying comrade's decision. "I don't know who you are, or what you want, but better explain yourself quick. We're not much in the way of trusting anyone after what the Cr-", she started, catching herself almost saying 'Crimson Fang' and that would have definitely sent Nachthaut into a rage. Grimacing at the memories, she continued, "What...they...did to us. But...we don't really have any choice like this."
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 4:29 am
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Setting: Forest somewhere
Companionship:Strange man, and wounded woman
Behind the Mask:Keep calm Eszter....
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Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2021 2:05 pm
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 6/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 4 .
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.The woman had been struggling to hold onto life, and Eszter seemed determined to help, but they both had to face the reality that it would be a wasted effort. Shaking her head, the woman replied, "No...Don't- Don't bother with it. All our...friends, our family, I want to see them again. I'm just happy that we finally got our freedom, after all those years." Turning her head to stare at Nachthaut and the totem and a stray Boarbatusk as it stopped to look around before wandering away. Thankfully, Nachthaut didn't seem to notice it, being too fixed on what Eszter was doing. Weakly grabbing at Eszter's arm, the woman leaned in to whisper, "You obviously want to help, and maybe I'm making a huge mistake, but..." She trailed off, thinking hard about how to put it. "What the Crimson Fang did to him...He deserves someone to try and give him a normal life like everyone else, I just don't know if he's too far gone for it. As far as I know, he doesn't even have a name, but we had to have something to call him, and...well...just look at what they did to him, his skin's like an empty night." She clearly didn't have long left in her, calling out, "N-nachthaut...Please...Please go with this woman. I think you can trust her..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 7:27 am
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Companionship:Strange man, and wounded woman
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2021 8:57 am
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 7/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 5 .
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.Hearing the woman that was the last of their group, the people that had escaped with him and saved his life more than once since then, tell him that she trusted the stranger sent shivers of unease through his body. He felt how she was dying when he was carrying her, the blood loss and pain surely must have made her delirious. But...but that woman was the last of the people that seemed to genuinely care about him, and not only because he was an imposing figure to keep most strangers away along with his savage nature and brute strength.
Pushing down his well-rooted fears and hate for a few mere moments, he did consider Eszter to be his best option. He was blind, and injured, and had no idea how to actually survive in the wilds on his own. Turning toward the two, he groaned and growled, almost like he was trying to say something. Shambling closer, he had his unbroken arm tentatively reaching out, searching around the empty air for Eszter's form. It seemed like he was agreeing, wanting her to guide him, at least for now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2021 3:49 am
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Companionship:Strange man, and wounded woman
Behind the Mask:Keep calm Eszter....
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2021 8:48 am
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 8/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 6 .
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.Her voice, it was oddly calming, a tone he seemed to recognize but...but just from who or what or when, he couldn't remember. He was too far gone from his time as a slave, made to fight and kill every day. That was all he knew, how to kill, that monster they made him was who he was and all that he would likely ever be. Letting out an odd growl, it sounded...almost like he was trying to say something, using words, but just what was indecipherable. He'd keep trying for a few more moments, before going silent again.
Nachthaut would let Eszter guide him through the forest, trusting her to lead them away from the abundant dangers of lingering Grimm. He wouldn't be about to move very far very quickly with the way his leg was, and if she had anything to use to deal with that then now was the time. He may have been a threatening sight and rather hostile, but he was doing his best to not lash out at her against his instincts. She'd likely be able to move his leg back into place without much reaction on his part with the way he soldiered on as if it weren't in such a gut-wrenching state, stumbling and staggering about as often as one would expect. Of course, just how much of that was from Eszter's Swan or his own conditioning was anyone's guess, but at least her steady healing kept him from bleeding out internally as he constantly reopened wounds and giving them no chance to heal.
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2021 1:19 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 30, 2021 8:54 am
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 9/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken+Twisted Leg(Right), Shattered Arm(Left) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 7 .
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.As Eszter told them they were going to rest, he let out a groan that almost sounded agreeable, but was otherwise unresponsive as he stood there with most of his weight on his good leg. When she summoned another totem, he followed the sounds it made as it fluttered and soared and sliced branches, turning his head to follow Eszter walking and collecting them from the ground. When she asked him to sit and warned him that 'this may sting', Nachthaut slowly knelt on his good leg before shifting back to sit on his rear, leaving his legs spread and his hands between his knees. Up close like this, she could very clearly see bits of bones peeking through his forearm and just how bad his leg from the knee down was turned almost all the way in the opposite direction with a very clear break not far below his knee.
As she did what she could, he seemed to pay it no mind despite how much pain twisting and getting bones re-aligned should be putting him in. Just how dead was his sense of pain? He didn't even flinch at her touching at his wounds, was this man even human?!
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2021 9:22 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2021 10:09 am
"Nachthaut"The Grimm WalkerHealing Points: 10/20 Minor Wounds[8/8]: x Major Wounds[2/2]: x Grievous Wounds[0/0]: Broken Leg(Right,splinted), Shattered Arm(Left,splinted) Fatal Wounds[0/0]: x Currently Healing: x Level: 0 Post Count: 8 .
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.After Eszter had finished doing what she could, he pulled himself up to his feet, practically digging his fingers into the hard dirt and putting his weight on all fours before he stood straight to rest more of his weight on his good leg. With his leg wrapped and braced back how it should be, he'd be able to actually move instead of the dragging limp he had been doing earlier. Hearing her ready to continue, Nachthaut let her lead the way, pushing himself to keep a rushing pace alongside her.
Indeed their travels were uneventful, reaching the entrance to Vale City only to be stopped by rightfully cautious city guards. "Stop where you are!", one called out as the pair came into view, raising their weapon as they continued, "Who or what is that...thing with you, Miss Sasan? Is that the monster those rumors are about?!" It was obviously up to her to explain and negotiate their way inside.
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