The meeting spot waited for them, empty of any Therian's. Damea and the group that had been sent to meet Touya and the others made camp there. If Touya wasn't there, they would wait for him, at least Damea had convinced them to wait. He'd been hoping to see Touya there first, waiting for them.
Unfortunately that was not the case and they were left alone in the fields not to far from Glendale prison. The mercenary could only hope that they wouldn't be discovered by anyone during their waiting time. He also hoped that they would soon see Touya and the others. It was a whole two days before the Therian's made their appearance.
Upon their arrival, Damea could already tell that they were the worse for wear. Many were bandaged as if they'd been in a fight before hand. It also seemed that there were far less than what it had sounded there would be in the letter that Touya had sent before him. The fire mage watched the entourage closely as they walked passed him.
He wondered what it was that had happened to them and searched through the crowd for the tall silver haired man. Of course, such an appearance was hard to find throughout the entire Therian group that began settling in on the other side of the human's camp. They were still in a state of discomfort with being so close to soldiers it seemed.
Ironically, it wasn't Touya whom he'd spotted, but rather April. The woman was easy to spot in the taller group of Therian's and her hair was also a fair give away as well, yellow and bright against the duller colors of the Therian kind. Damea ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her back to his chest as he smiled brightly.
"So nice to see you again," he said happily and lifted his gaze to Touya who'd turned sharply at the sudden intrusion, "And you haven't gotten any calmer it seems either."
Touya rolled his eyes at the man who held his woman tightly. Had it been any other person, Touya would have run them through already, but seeing as it was just Damea, there was no need. He crossed his arms over his chest and smirked at the human, "Nor have you grown up any."
The mercenary grinned back, "I think you should lighten up a bit. Would do you some good."
"A little tact on your part would help that childish mannerism of yours."
"Ah, well... I can see your point there," Damea winked and released April to properly greet Touya, "Good to see you both. But, if you don't mind my asking... what the hell happened to you? You all look like you've been through hell."
"In a way," Touya replied, his smirk leaving his face quickly to drop into a deep frown, "We were ambushed by the hybrids."
"What?!"
"Before we could leave, we were delayed a bit because we had to relocate the villagers and treat the wounded. We were almost defeated, but we got lucky... I suppose."
"You suppose?"
Touya shrugged, "It was an ambush meant for one thing only. The eradication of the Therian's. Most of the clans were in that village in Creeid, so it made sense for the mastermind behind the hybrid creation to try to wipe us out completely in one go. Though, how he knew we were there is a mystery to me."
Damea's eyebrow lifted as he turned his mismatched gaze to look at the large group of Therian's that had joined them, "Mystery indeed..."
"Let us rest a bit before we go. It would do most of us some good."
Damea nodded in reply, "Sure thing. Take all the time you need. I'll see what I can do to help."
Sy
"Seems like a large group has been camping out in the fields just outside of Glendale's area."
"There's only one reason for them to be there," Sy muttered.
"Therian's just joined with them."
"What?"
"A group of Therian's joined up with them earlier today," the man answered again, a bit of a shake in his voice as he spoke. Sy stood up from his spot and glowered. They had left the city a few days ago. Sy had wanted to find the place as soon as possible, and once he knew where it was, he wanted to go after it.
Technology was a bad omen, at least to him. He hated it with a passion, almost as much as he hated the Therian's. All for personal reasons of course, but none of it he spoke about around anyone. His eyes narrowed as he brushed passed the man who'd been standing in his tent. They'd set up a very small camp near the facility that they'd found to be where the hybrids were being made.
"Well then," his lips twisted into a cruel smile, "I suppose we should wait for them to make their entrance first. Let them kill each other, I say. Makes our job all the more easier. Then we can destroy the place ourselves without having to do the dirtier work. Make preparations. We're moving the camp. Can't be in their way, now can we?" Sy's laughter was cold and near hysterical as he eyed the path to the facility that was a few hours away. He would have some fun with all of them.