Pilots of the Night

The sun was just shy of setting when Duo stumbled into town, it was only the fact that full moon was in a few days that kept him on his feet at all, and he was using every inch of his improved abilities to keep going.

He felt like he'd been travelling for days, but he knew it hadn't been that long, it was just the blood loss from the two tiny wounds on his neck - long healed, of course, but by this point he was pretty sure they'd been made in the same place enough times to leave a scar. He should be able to cope with the blood loss as well, especially this time of month, but he'd been pretty drained and he hadn't stopped to rest since he left, so his body was taking its sweet time to sort itself out.

Leaning against a wall, he glanced up at the darkening sky. This place was a riot of new smells and sounds that assaulted his enhanced senses, and he had no idea which way to go, all he knew was that he had to get somewhere before night fell, he was in no shape to defend himself if he didn't.