Touya Khan
He was stretched out across the couch of the small living room that April called home. He'd been there for days, holed up in the house with no place to go and nothing to do. Touya grimaced as he rested there with his arm up over his eyes, the other one resting across his abdomen. He could clearly remember the day that he'd been a prisoner to her, the days after on their trip to the central city where her headquarters was. He was supposed to have been taken to them, put up on trial against the humans and his fate decided right then. Touya would have died had it not been for the strange events that happened.
Val attacked them, and somehow he and a man named Damea managed to escape their confines inside the carriage. Touya had healed April's mortal wound, and then had engaged in battle with Val. That had been a dire mistake on his part. Her entire regime had been wiped out, leaving only herself and the doctor alive. How Touya managed to remain alive was still a mystery even to himself. He barely remembered the one who pulled the sword from his hands, or being taken from the battle ground.
The only thing he could clearly recall was waking once again in April's back room with the doctor, Reginald, leaning over him. For the second time he was 'patched up' and had been laid up in bed for a few days regaining his strength. Touya had regained enough to heal most of his smaller wounds and the holes in his hands. That had been the night before, not even twenty four hours had passed, but he was tired once again. The only wound left that needed his attention was the one in his side, but he figured that the doctors treatment to it would keep it from becoming worse any time soon. It would take him another day to recover enough energy to heal the wound.
As for his hands... the metal across the back of his palms was broken, splintered apart and unusable. He'd tried several times to engage the metal to cover his fingers with the usual claws that most Therian's had. Each time ended in blinding agony and his collapsing from it. Eventually he stopped doing so, especially when Reginald had caught him trying several times before. Touya hadn't thought it possible to feel intimidated by a human, but this doctor was something else entirely, as was April now that he thought about it. Even so, flexing his hand to form a fist or hold a weapon was slightly painful at times as well.
Lifting his arm from his eyes he turned his hand to look at the damaged metal. It wasn't like he was going to be able to get it repaired anytime soon. Even so, he would most likely have to go to a Therian to have it done as the human's technology wasn't nearly far enough advanced for what he needed. Touya's lips turned into a frown and he let the arm fall back over his eyes. It was silent in the room for a long time until he heard voices coming from the hall. Reginald was yelling at April about something and seconds later the door slammed open.
Touya, however didn't budge from the sound as she stormed into the room. Slowly he pulled his arm away from his eyes and looked at her, his face showing no expressions at all. Of course she wanted revenge on what happened to her regime. It was natural to want that, hell, Touya wanted it too. However, they were both injured and not in any condition to do any fighting, especially against Val. He sighed though, how could he deny her that though? After having helped him, though he hadn't asked for it, well not openly anyway. He had asked her for a favor, that much he remembered upon waking on the bed after the fighting that day. Touya, for some delusional reason, had asked April to house him, to keep him there at her house until he was recovered. She, in return, bargained that if she kept him there, he would have to take her to Val once he was ready.
Eitherway, Touya didn't have much a choice in the matter. So, he pulled himself up and eyed her carefully, resting his elbows on his knees and curling his fingers together, "You've my gratitude April," he replied softly, "I'll take you to Val, the leader of the rebel Therian's."
Touya stood and immediately doubled over, his fingers curling around his side where Reginald had stitched the wound. He straightened himself moments after, once the pain was bearable. He frowned at the ground, hating his pitiful state. Since fighting with Val, he'd been weaker than normal. Mostly because he'd lost twice and in the span of a few days at that. Not something too bright really. Touya should have been smarter in his decision making at the time. Had he been at full strength, healed and properly energized... well things would not have gone the way they did. At least, that's what he kept telling himself.
He looked to April and felt a twinge of guilt gnawing at him. Shifting uncomfortably as he was unsure about the human customs regarding such things he looked down at the floor and felt the awkward silence filling the air. After a moment he finally spoke, "I'm sorry, April. Had I... done things differently. You would not have lost as much as you did. When I have my energy back I will heal your wounds. It is the least I can do," Touya offered and moved out of the room. He went to the back bedroom where he had been sleeping for the past few days and retrieved both of his weapons. Sheathing them in their proper places across his lower back, he returned to the living room some moments later.
Touya's gaze was back on his ruined technology on the back of his hand, his lips turned into a grimace as he ran a finger gently around the edges of the jagged metal. He pulled the hand into a fist as best he could, only able to close his hand to the point of holding a sword, but no further. He tried to close it further but only put pain into his nervous system. Quickly, he released the form and wrapped the other hand around the area. Looking up to April and Reginald, he pulled an eyebrow up, reached over and flicked his long silver hair back over his shoulder.
"I do have one question though. What happened to Damea? I'm assuming he was either killed in the fight or restrained. Last I remember before losing consciousness was seeing a lot of fire. If I remember correctly he was a fire mage, yes?" He asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He'd been thinking about Damea for some time to be truthful. The one and only human to wish to become his friend. It bothered Touya immensely that he could not help the man. It would be least he could do, especially if Damea was in any sort of trouble.
"I wish to help him, if he's still alive. He... was the only human to ask to be a companion," Touya continued from his question before, adding the last part at a near whisper. He stood there and waited for their answer, either way he'd decided that he would go after Damea, even if April didn't wish him to. If all else failed he could threaten her with not leading her to Val unless they found Damea first. However, he didn't wish to resort to that method at all. He hoped that she would at least be willing to help him in his small request to find the man.