WC: 449 OOC: sorry to get to this later than i wanted ; ; Also if you could try not to pp people especially in the beginning 
Some do like to have their own entrance.
Niro was thinking of the quickness of how the raid in AniWaya had been, then AniWaya's raid. He was quiet most of the time, trying to meditated it out of him. He was sitting watching the landscape, there was a gold ring in his hand, it was something that would be temporary until he found something more suitable, but he was trying to gain the courage to take the earring and push it through his ear. He'd found it in one of the abandoned human houses, making sure to grab more, for he knew his savagery against AniWayan's would not end with this raid. He was watching blankly out at nothing, Marahute on his shoulders; just as quiet. He turned to look at Liam with solumn eyes. He knew that he'd lost an uncle just as Amaranth had. She had been devistated to hear that he had been killed and wasn't talking to Niro at the moment, possibly because he told her to stay out of the fight, he doubted she listened, but she probably thought she could have done something about his death. Niro gave a weak smile twirling the earring in his hand, letting the sun glint off it as he looked over at Liam.
“What brings out out in the cold of the world my young friend? Things are hard at home, Amaranth is not happy at all; but I'll make it better soon.”
Niro was worse for wear, but he was still healthy, and he only had superficial scratches and cuts, at least to him. He had bandages on himself, that made him look like some kind of sick dog. He was glad some of them would leave soon, as they were nearly healed from the last battle he had endured in AniWaya. He hoped this wasn't the end of Cour des Miracles, though they kept Foxglove away, by mere luck that she wasn't anywhere NEAR the fight. He was concerned about the pack. They were not warriors, he wasn't either. He acted on instinct, the same instinct that kept him and his sister alive for so many months. Now he went back to it, was driven by it in each of the fights. He knew how to control it, but still to see the dead faces. Niro looked back at his hand, then reached to grab a stick, put it in his mouth and hurried to push the gold plated earring through his ear. He didn't make a sound, but took the pain as it went through the thin skin of his ear. He now had seven earrings. He wondered.... how many more would he have before this was all done?
