Firestone Hot Springs Nightmares

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Silently he lingered near one of the many baths, his feet almost begging him to stick them into the probably warm water. It would soak out his pain, but perhaps also the fire that kept him going on this time-wasting journey. Honestly, he was having second thoughts about the direction he was going in. He was closer to the sea, and Avannon had not told about the male smelling like salt. Still, it might've been just something she had forgotten in her panic. He bit his lip, softly nibbling on his own skin until he realized he had almost bitten through it. He sighed, his breath, as a sprayer, sparing the blood everywhere. He licked it again, the iron taste quite pleasant and somewhat familiar. It made him want to kill again, just to taste this liquid from someone else - but he knew better. He was not a murderer. Vector was, but not him.

As if the mist grew a mask, a darker form appeared, and Jolon held his breath. The stuff in the air here had been so intoxicating that even perhaps a heat could not be smelled - let alone a loner. Jolon towered over the younger man, he could already tell, but he wasn't looking for conflict or even the slightest events that would need him to be dominant to protect himself, his mission and his home. 

"Saghani?"

The other called out a name the brute did not recognize, and he cleared his throat loudly. I'm afraid not, my friend. He said in a serious voice, turning to the other though he was still well-hidden by the mist the water created. Jolon cursed himself for having such a dark pallet now, but was sure that it was a feature that would make him look a little more common. He did not like standing out for the wrong reasons.