<div class="floatleft">(http://img208.imageshack.us/img208/7824/post4km.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Todd Wainwright<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Tarrack Daemonling<br/><strong>Location:</strong>En Route to Al-Mar; ETA: Running Time<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Todd is spelled W.A.S.H. (except nobody loves Todd)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>Todd nodded at Rae's clarification. The run would not make her use up stores of blood and need to feed to replenish herself, it seemed. That was better than both of them getting there in a weakened state. If she would be good to go no matter how much running happened, well . . . there was no particular need to hold back. It was not important that he come back. No one in Redemption would note his passing in any significant fashion - his room would be allotted to someone else and maybe if the Rangers kept track of it they would list him as killed in action. And life - such as it was - would carry on. If there were any tears left to shed, no one would waste them on Todd's behalf. If he died, nobody would care. It would not be something that would reflect poorly on Rae, or Cortez, in and of itself - someone would have to be making some bullshit power play for it to matter, and then, any Ranger who befell<em>some</em>undesirable consequence of vampire action would do.<br/><br/>He kept pace with the vampire.<br/><br/>"Que sera, sera, Draculina." Todd said, and started to run. It was not a particularly graceful or speedy acceleration. He was not built for it and his supernatural kind were not known for it. But he got up to a good, fast pace that was more than human, and he would be able to keep it up for the long haul to get where they wanted to go in as best a time frame as they could manage. Vampires were fast, and in their undeath freed from things that would make this onerous to the metabolically unchallenged. As such, Todd doubted Rae would have any difficulty matching and keeping pace with him - in fact, he would probably be holding her back.