<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>Trees And Such<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Rae has chosen . . . poorly.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rae<br/><br/><hr/>"I thought you said vampires don't get tired?" The daemonling asked with sidelong suspicion at some ulterior motive to Rae's choice. It genuinely surprised him that she looked generally concerned - he did not know the undead woman well enough to know if she was faking it, though if she was there was no reason he could fathom that she might be doing so. Todd took another mouthful of water, and groaned mutedly in pain. "Listen, I'm bleeding and in no shape to fight. There's the dead Drokken. Something's going to come. The blood'll draw all kinds of nasty. More than you could - should - deal with." The ranger said, trying to appeal to the vampiress's reason. It was an eminently logical argument and honestly Todd had a lot of trouble swallowing that she was risking her unlife for him by staying as she was. Dying did not bother or frighten Todd, and he was ready to go. Dragging someone else along with him was not something that he was ready for, though. It was not something that he wanted, and every second she stayed was a second closer to some scavenger coming along to pick over the remains of the fight. And there was nothing left in this world that was cute, cuddly, and harmless.<br/><br/>"You could take off . . ." Todd began, meaning to pre-emptively counter that her blood-soaked shirt was just as much a liability as hanging around, but then a sharp jab of pain hit him in the side. Spots danced in front of his eyes, and things went black for him. Insensate and unconscious as Todd was, it was the prime opportunity for Rae to go.