Soaring Skies RP [ PRIVATE]

Vincent was caught offguard by the hug and flinched. Only seconds after it registered to him what was actually happening. He felt.. comforted. The vulture let out a small sigh and wrapped his arms around her too, hugging her back. His voice was a little grainy, but much more relaxed:

“you alright kid..?”

Vincent gave a soft smile hearing her words.

“No kid. I was only there for support. You should be thanking the raven, not me. Be grateful you have her, shes one of a kind.”

He gave a thankful look and nod at Eris, his small smile still on his face.

He was still bleeding from his stabwound in his lower stomach area from before, but he had covered the wound with one of his armor plates.

“I am perfectly fine, kid. Thanks for the concern”

He paused for a minute after.

“I will stay for as long as you two want. But I wont be far. That prickly bitch will be back with more eagles soon. I honestly suggest hiding the kid, you dont know when theyll return.”

Vincent looked down at the Bluejay, and he let out a sigh.

“I dont have an agenda. That decision is up to you.”

Vincent nodded

“Alright then”

He actually felt good about himself. Hes being welcomed. Its weird, but hes starting to embrace it.

He stood there, not exactly knowing what to do next. He didnt know what was happening.

Vincent blinked.

“Oh, alright. Thank you”

He nodded his head as a thanks as well. He stepped inside, and looked around. He thought it looked nice.

“Nice house.”

He was starting to feel the tiniest bit lightheaded. He had forgotten about his wound, and it was completely covered.

The vulture just wandered around.

Vincent jumped. Every other time hes been startled, it was always followed with a fight.

He perked up as soon as he heard Eris yell. His eyes slightly widened and he was on high alert. He turned around quickly, his wings extending, but bent so he doesnt damage the house. His eyes dart around, pupils shrunken back, looking for any sign of an aggressor.

It didnt matter what Eris said. All that mattered is that there was yelling.

The vulture has grown used to immediate action. He grew up in a warzone after all.

Vincents eyes fell on the raven, and he blinked and sighed, slowly calming back down. His wings folded away and into his back again, cracking still, but he had shown less of a bother because of the painkillers.

He held his head with one hand, gripping his hair a bit and his eyes were in a winced expression.

“Im- sorry- Its, ahh- yeah sorry lass.. I didnt mean to freak”