The Ties That Bind ~open~

[Yoshibi]

Yoshibi stood outside in an empty field that had been burned down. He smiled at the smoldering ground and what one would assume was a human hand. Yoshibi was wearing dark blue jeans with his usual black converse. His shirt was missing, but he made up for it with a white trench coat. His bandages that normally covered his left hand was among the ash, it was slightly burnt and a grayish hue now. Yoshibi closed his eyes and raised his head to the sky.

Warren shot his eyes open and breathed in the air. Something had disturbed the scent of the burnt ground. It wasn't the smell of the flesh that had burned off the severed hand. 'That's something alive, but....what?' Warren turned to the east and stared into the night and started to sweat. "Come to me, come you damn coward." He had said to himself. Warren crossed his arms and looked to the west then shook his head, it was coming from the east. "Come, I know your there!" Warren shouted ahead of him and into the darkness.

[Tobias Ross]

Tobias was tired and exhausted from his journey from the city. He was sick and tired of the nonstop fighting he had been doing since then. In order to escape the fools, Tobias had taken refuge within a burnt remains of a building near a field filled with ash and figure that it would throw the scavengers and gangsters off his scent if he went into an area that one dressed as well as he did wouldn't even think about going. It had succeeded or so he thought. He had barely gotten a few minutes of sleep before he heard movement outside and opened his eyes slowly.

Climbing to his feet and walking out from behind the only remaining wall of the building, Tobias faced the person who found him. Tobias was a fearsome sight, his fine clothes covered in blood and blood on his neck from the wound he had sustained and around his mouth. Opening his mouth and breathing slightly, Tobias watched his next opponent. His mouth was filled with sharpened fangs and in the moonlight they glistened.

You will regret waking this wounded monster, fool. You idiots couldn't leave me be and let me sleep. Time for you to pay like your comrades did.

Tobias moved toward his opponent and stepped softly enough to barely stir up any ash around him. His light steps were trained and allowed for stealth should it be needed. The monster was ready to feed on the foolish scavenger who was seeking him. He was unable to talk or make a sound due to the wound on his throat. His patience gone and anger on the rise, Tobias moved straight for his target with his face showing no emotion as he neared.

[Yoshibi]

Yoshibi watched the figure approach him. The first thing he noted was the ground remained as it was, even as the figure walked over it. He set his hand to the side and closed his eyes for a few moments. It was true, there was no sound, nothing but Yoshibi breathing. When he finally opened his eyes, surprise followed by disbelief, covered his face. Surely this person didn't intend to be after him.

'The blood, is he some twisted freak that thinks he's a--' Yoshibi flinched when he saw a tip of what he assumed was trouble. "A-are those fangs?" He had wondered aloud. Yoshibi took a small step back, this wasn't his normal fear. This was a sense of survival, he feared he had done wrong. His father came to mind.

"CHILD YOU WILL ANSWER!" Yoshibi's father had yelled at him. He had been drinking again, no not again, he never stopped. Yoshibi continued to read his adventure book, his name was Dracro. The story told how good and evil were lines, Yoshibi constantly compared him to Robin Hood. Yoshibi had read the book cover to cover several times before. His father grabbed the book and tore nearly all the pages out. Yoshibi stood, being the age of six, he punched his father in the stomach. His father grunted then smacked Yoshibi to the ground. Yoshibi looked in his father's eyes in fear. He knew it was his daily beating, it was coming early.

Yoshibi shook his head and stood still. "I suppose your not looking to harm me. At least not your original intent, call me Warren." He stated as he extended his hand slightly passed his body. "You seem hurt, perhaps I could help. Allow me to..." Warren trailed off, this person...they had an air to them. "Apologize....for my, uh, actions..." Warren bowed to extend his apology due to his ancestral past.

[Tobias Ross]

Ragged breathing came from Tobias as he stopped and watched the person in front of him with curiosity. No one had apologized to him in such a long time or been friendly. It was a complete systems shock. The anger died out of him as if someone pulled the plug and let it all flow down the drain. A thought passed through his mind and created a small smile on the side of his face. Of all the times to think of a poetry, now was the time a line passed through him. Music soothed the savage beast. And there was great music in kindness.

Looking at the hand for a second and silently chuckling, Tobias took a step back from the person and grabbed his hat. Taking the fedora with the tips of his fingers and removing it with the grace born from years of training and talent, Tobias rolled it by its brim through the tips of his fingers as he tucked his right arm behind his back and the left against his chest. Executing a formal bow at the waist and straightening slowly, he flips the hat in his hand and sets it back onto his head.

He isn't one of those damn fools seeking their deaths. It is refreshing to see someone with such manners, especially considering where we are.

As Tobias considered how to proceed and reply to the introduction, exhaustion pressed in and reminded him that he hadn't yet had time to sleep yet. Pointing at throat, he mimicked a cut and sighed. His voice was sealed for now till that wound healed and it wasn't getting any better without sleep. He kept an ear out for any odd sounds that didn't belong in the area. The last thing Tobias wanted was to fight in his weakened condition, but if it was necessary he would.

[Yoshibi]

Yoshibi smiled at the man before him, he had apparently forgiven Yoshibi. As he smiled slightly and watched then looked closely at the man's throat. "Your hurt? I see, that would make sense for you not to speak then..." Yoshibi closed his eyes and breathed deeply. 'I understand, but why would he--' "Hey, I see your wound I suspect that it would not allow for any sound to pass your lips. Is there any way I can help?"

(OCC:sorry for the late reply and small size, work has been killer, hope to have quality very soon )