The Sentinels time to sink way into the blue, dear

tachyon slowly felt his wind return to him, and as soon as he was able to he afforded dante a slim yet wholesome smile. his tail continued to rap the ground in a slow but sure beat. he did not rise yet -- in some ways, remaining inert was a suitable gesture of inferiority and he dared not stir too quickly. "i'm tachyon -- i'm new.." he breathed, his head canted to the side as he regarded the wolf. "rescued a week and a half ago by lasher and pearl.. trying to do my dues to pay them back." with that his smile returned full force and he weakly rose to his feet again. "been trying to reinforce the outermost borders, but it's hard work."