Don't Tell Anyone,

[Tallone\Marint\Flax\Martan]

[But I Like to Watch the Dragonflies....]

Martan sighed as he sat on a small ston bench in the garden, swinging his foot paws back and forth as he gazed into space. The scents of mint and chamomile on the breeze lulled him almost like soft paws carressing his chestnut brown fur. His blue eyes seemed to match the sky up above as they glazed over in bordom. Even the insects that he was sitting there to watch were no source of inspiration to him in the moment as he stared starkly at the wall across the flower garden patch.

[Linx Exotic]

And only Archon could ever break someone out of a reverie like that. He looked like distraction in its corporeal form as he trudged down the garden path, his metal-capped boots etching barely visible runs in the well-packed loam. Linx was out... Knocked out, with enough blood missing from him to put him within an inch of his life but he was still alive and Archon just needed some time to... Deal with this. Deal with his mate's no longer wanting to live.

He didn't notice Martan until he was nearly on top of him. In fact, he literally walked right into the side of the bench, his low-hanging head and eyes locked onto his boots not providing much for seeing what lay ahead. Upon impacting against this shallow wall of stone he looked up to see what it was, and in doing so noticed Martan. "Hi..."