[Pinkie]

Mizuki jumped over a fallen tree landing on the other side with silent feet. Looking around he was about to leave the area before he heard a sound coming from past the shrubs, smelling the air he sighed a little to himself before he took silent steps forward. Peering between some large fern leaves he looked at the sight before him.

Thee strung up in the air about eight or so feet was the male he had seen before. It seems as though he needed aid in a rescue, at that thought Mizuki shrugged his shoulders. Why should he save something that for all intensive purposes should not exist. Though when he turned to leave the plant to its meal he paused and second thought his actions. The fact he paused was enough to make him turn around and grab the blade at his waste.

Walking silently around the scene he whitnessed the prick of thrones to the back of the males neck and Mizuki cringed to himself. The thrones or the plant would not kill him unless left within the man eating plants grasp. Though just alone was little to no threat. For the plants main function was to create fever, hightend touch, but also prevented movement...this made the plant deadly in its own way.

Walking around Mizuki found the base of the plant. A large round flower with purple and yellow stripes lay with thorns along its pettles giving the look of teeth to anyone who didnt know better. Bending down he took the dagger and sliced at the back of the flower right at the root cutting the very life line of the plant creature.

A screech was heard then a thunk as the vines recoiled back within the peddles the bright colors closing around them to crinkle and die from within the plant where they had came. From this point Mizuki was sure he was to leave the male alone to his own but he was shocked with himself as he turned around and all but walked right towards the male.

Taking soft steps Mizuki ducked gracefully out and under a low hanging branch of a tree before he stepped into the light before the male. Looking down he peered into dark blue eyes of the stranger with his light lavender eyes. Why had he chosen to make himself knowen was beyond him but it seemed as though the gaurdians had a different plan for him this day.

Mizukis long silverwhite braid hung over his chest the tips of his hair brushing at his thighs as the base moved the crystal that hung from his neck. Within his right hand he held his staff, a large wooden stick that came and curled at the top with a spiral, different feathers and crystals hanging from the bend. Strapped to his back a bow with arrows lay not touched unless needed as well as the stone dagger strapped to his left thigh.

A loinclothe of a creature long forgotten covered his lower forum ending in roughly cut points mid thigh. Furry cuffs and strapps covered both arms and partway down a left leg. His chest besides the strap from his bow was lightly tanned and bare to the suns raise. As he stood there his tail swished about with emotion of confusion as he peered at the male before him.

Mizuki took a step forward before his head tilted to the left side causing the earing on his rightly bent ear to move and dangle with the movement. Looking at the heavily breathing male on the ground before him Mizuki noticed the dark discoloration at the back of the males bent neck and he sighed within his own head before he walked forward on silent feet.

With force he drove his staff into the ground right beside the other males head before he bent down on strong knees before him. With out a word he reached forward and grabbed the males head bringing it towards him he placed it in his lap when he shockingly met some resistance. Grabbing both of the males hands within his right hand he hissed a little "Enough" Was all he said ina deep low demanding voice before his left hand reached and brushed the hair back and away from the nape of the males neck.

This is when Mizuki leaned forward. Placing his lips around a gash that lay there Mizuki closed his eyes as he began to suck. Moving his tongue about he needed at the flesh that lay there before pulling back and spitting a combination of blood and black goo out on the ground. In the middle of said goo was a throne that moved and wiggled. Letting go of the male he stood with out a word before taking his staff and killing the wiggeling thorn with the base of his staff. He said nothing as he whiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.