[Pinkie]

Mizuki stopped as the male behind him spoke. Anti venom..."Hmm..." Mizuki hummed a little before turning around and peering at the male before him and thought to himself. So either it was a snake but by the looks of the scratch on the males leg it could have been anything from a low poisoness demon to a plant. Sighing lightly Mizuki walked forward swearing to himself that this was the last time he was to do this. If his true identity were to be found...a lot of things would change.

Now Mizuki stood in front of the stranger peering down at the leg before he knelt down on soft knees resting back on them. Reaching out strong pale hands that were tender and kind Mizuki gently took hold of the males leg. Removing the ripped clothe to the side Mizuki peered at the already infested area.

The blood was dark from dirt and the poison that began to flow into the males blood stream. From the looks of the punctures and color of the wound it seems that the male had gotten to close to a snake. Taking a guess about the kind Mizuki did the one thing that he could do to prevent the poison from sinking deeper into the males blood stream. Leaning forward Mizukis pale soft lips landed on the males leg and needing the flesh around the wound Mizuki sucked the poison from the wound.

Turning his head Mizuki spit the dark colored blood onto the floor before turning back and once again sucking to finish the job. When Mizuki pulled back a second time he was greeted with a light crimson trickling down the leg instead of the dark infested color he had first been greeted with. After that Mizuki looked at the still dark tendrils of damaged muscle and veins. It would seem the poison had sunk deeper into the skin then he first thought.

Humming a little to himself Mizuki moved a pale hand and placed it over the top of damaged spot on the makes leg. With light muttered words a soft lavender glow escaped from under his hand to light up for the first time his pale face and light lavender eyes. This was the moment the strand of hair he had pushed back fell forward. Long white silky strands falling to land atop of his own hand.

Finishing with his words the soft glow grew faint until once again his face was hidden in the darkness of his hood. Removing pale fingers he peered at the now rightfully pale leg in his hands. The leg having nothing to show for what happened but the two puncture marks from unforgiving fangs that seemed to cry a light stream of crimson.

Placing the males leg back onto the ground where he had found it Mizuki stood with grace before taking a step back. He had nothing to say for what he had done all that he knew was that it needed to be done so done it was.