Megan
*As Horace sat there with his wolf in his lap, a feeling of sleepiness would come to him. The loss of blood and exhaustion would probably be the cause, though that didn't matter much to the elf. A yawn would escape from him as he attempted to stay awake. After all, sleep could spell death for him since an opponent who seemed to be losing their mind laid only a meter or two apart.*

*His losses of blood would stop after his wound fully scabbed. As he realized this, a feeling of relief would come over him, though it'd soon be drowned out by tiredness. The prospect of sleep seemed great at the time, plus now that he thought of it, Beta could always alert him about the Trenton. Speaking of said Trenton, the thought of her name arose.*
"Hey lady... Seeing how we have a truce and all, i was wondering... What's your name?"
Minerva
*The woman would look up, now holding the fox in her lap, shielding the majority of it from the rain. She would scoot to under a nearby roof, to shield the fox from the rain. She seemed to be more relaxed now, no longer wishing to fight.*

*And relaxed she was. The man she just tried to kill sent a fox over to comfort her. Being treated with such kindness didn't deserve cruelty. Who would take care of Eco, which she guessed was the fox? It seems like the man wanted her name. She didn't know why, but maybe she could trust someone else? Just this once? She was tired and cold, so she decided that it would be fine.*

"I-I'm Yakaiyo. Yakaiyo Kiriyami."
Megan
*Horace would take note of her attempts to protect Eco from the rain. This probably meant she was a caring person, at least to animals. Calmer too, which was odd since her actions earlier seemed to reflect the opposite. Perhaps she'd repressed her feelings in exchange for relaxedness. Who knew really, aside from the Trenton herself of course*
Erin
*After Yakaiyo moved under the rooftops in order to defend herself and the fox, Eco's nervousness would vanish. It was clear to her that Horace had probably provoked the Trenton, warranting the elf's injuries. Yakaiyo herself seemed like she had sustained an injury, though no mark was visible. Soon enough, the red fox would curl back up into a ball like she'd done with her master. Conserving heat between the two and warming the woman, if only a little.*

*The foxes head would still be poking out though, allowing her to lick the Trenton's hand gently.*
Megan
"Yakaiyo... Well, nice to meet you... Im Horace. Horace Caranaro..."
*Knowing her name brought a small amount of relief to the elf. Sharing names usually is a sign of trust when on equal terms. The elf would look back down to his not so white anymore wolf. Said would would have part of her fur stained with Horace's blood. He'd shake his head while looking down at it.*
"Oh... Beta... I stained your coat... Im sorry, i guess we'll have to wash you..."
Minerva
"Horace Caranaro... Huh."

*The Treton would seem lost in thought. At one point, they were trying to murder each other. Now they were resting together, hiding from the rain.*

"You're an animal person?"
Megan
"That's me..."
*The elf would begin gently petting the white wolf that laid over him. Small amounts of white fur becoming stuck to his hand.*
"Oh, guess i need to com you too."
Larry
*Beta had gotten comfortable while laying on her owner's lap. A 'pleasure' that wouldn't be possible often. Eventually, a relatively quite snoring sound would arise as she falls asleep.*
Megan
"I suppose you could call me an animal person... Animals are great after all. They treat you the same despite status... They don't care if your a thief or nobility, instead, they treat you like you're you... Plus they're great listeners a drive away the insanity inducing loneliness that comes with the job!"
*The elf would chuckle nervously after the last part as it was a true but an uncomfortable fact.*
Minerva
"Insanity..."

*The Treton smiles weakly. Being alone has caused her to indefinitely go insane. She had to accept it.*

"I'm pretty sure I've gone insane from loneliness..."
Vicky
*( omg the poor gorl )*
Megan
"I doubt that... You do seem relatively normal, as far as my definition of that goes... Perhaps theres still hope for you, no?"
*Horace would pause for a moment, going silent as he thought. Before long, his hands would rise up, moving to his head and removing his face mask. He'd look over at the Trenton, giving her a smile. (Something Something attempt to describe facial features)*
"Though it'll definitely take a while, time heals all wounds, mind, soul, or body." 
*Removing his mask and showing someone who he'd newly become acquainted with was new to Horace. Usually it would take a while for him to show them his face, but he felt obligated to do it. Maybe it was because Yakaiyo shared the feeling of insanity inducing loneliness or maybe it was his lack of blood making him do weird things. Who knew, but he felt this was right to do, even if it was uncomfortable.*
Erin
*Eco would cease licking her hand, instead fully morphing into a ball of fur. Soon, she'd fall asleep within the Trenton's lap.*
Larry
*Beta would continue sleeping soundly on her masters lap. Driving away the cold with her blood stained fur and warmth.*
Minerva
"If you knew my beliefs now, you wouldn't think so. Any sane person would hear that and back away."

*Her hand went down to Eco, beginning to strike the fox's fur as if it was a child with its head in her lap. She would begin to act more normal now, especially with Horace pulling down his mask. Trust. Something she hadn't felt in a long time.*

"And time... Time does heal. But time also erodes. Just like the rivers carving out massive ravines in the earth, nothing stands up to time."
Megan
"Is that so? Interesting..."
*The elf would look back to his wolf, yawing again. The weight of sleepiness was getting heavier by the moment, but he still had time before passing out. Horace's eyes would have a look of extreme exhaustion to them. It looked as if he could pass out, or even die on the spot.*
Erin
*Eco would purr while the Trenton petted her in her sleep. Her soft, wet fur glistening slightly because of the rain.*
Megan
"That is true, a trade off if ive ever seen one. But ill tell you this, those ravines that were carved into the earth allow new life to take form. I once read a book i stole-... Uh, 'borrowed', from a flouriest since i was bored and found out that rare, beautiful plants would grow in those places of destruction."
Minerva
"New life. I don't think anything is going to be growing in this ravine soon. Rather than a river, this one was created by a cataclysm."

*The treton would sigh, then speak up again. Her eyes are now dull.*

"I won't be giving any good in this world. I already tried that. It was swept away, like a sand castle being struck by a massive wave. Instead, all I can do is get rid of evil."

*Yakaiyo's head would start to droop, obviously tired.*
Megan
"Well, as you just said, that's what you think... Though im not one to believe in such superstition, they say fate has plans for us all, unexpected plans... Who knows, i the future i could become a hero, or create a crime syndicate and rule the country... Or even wind up dead in a ditch somewhere..."
*Horace would silently shudder at the thought of such a death. It was a likely one, but one he didn't prefer to happen.*

*As the Trenton spoke again, Horace would go silent for a moment.*
"Evil... I assume thats what you view people like me as, huh? Ive heard it all before... 'They're filth, nothing more than pests who live off of others. Evil who must be killed without hesitation'..."
*The elf would create a tight fist from his hand as a small tear came to his eye. Though the tear would disappear into the rain, an atmosphere of regret and frustration arising our of the elf.*

"I never *Wanted* To be 'evil'... I never *Wanted* To be this way... But i had to do what i needed to do to survive, like you or any others would do... Maybe im crazy, maybe im have something wrong with my head, maybe i *Am* Destined to die in a ditch... But im still a person..."

*The elf would sigh as his fist releases and a sense of defeat would over take the frustration. Horace would put his mask back on, looking away from the Trenton as the tiredness was becoming unbearable.*
"Sorry about the little rant...