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[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Kaiyora Min[/color][/h2][/center]
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	She noticed the unconscious man, but didn't dare yet move. She could pick up the soldiers and their creatures. [color=ed1c24]Gods help me,[/color] she thought desperately, shivering from the cold. She could only pray right now. [color=ed1c24]Let's not let me die, yeah, Zaris?[/color] Zaris was the goddess of magic which Kaiyora chose to pray to. Once the silence had drawn on for a good few minutes, she slunk forwards, staying as close to the shelter of branches as she could.
	
	She lowered her muzzle to the man's chest, sniffing him warily. She growled softly. [color=ed1c24]Weak. So weak. Whatever he is... too weak right now,[/color] she poked her head above the edge of the ditch, her tails wagging when the road proved to be, for now, empty. She decided helping the man would be her best bet. She moved out of the cover of the branches then shifted to her human form, her magic providing her mercifully with a dry jacket and pants, though it decided to punish her by leaving her shirt soaked. "[color=ed1c24]Really, Zaris? Honestly, I can't complain though. Thanks I guess,[/color]" she grumbled, pulling the jacket off and wrapping it around the man. Maybe that would help his condition, even a little?