"I FOUND A CHILD, CAN I KEEP IT?"
➪ In which, Naois Vos is stranded, and Din Djarin Is his reluctant savior.
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[ Male oc x Din Djarin]
[Extended summary inside]
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— I've grown familiar with Villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead.
AN EERIE FOG COVERED THE ONCE PEACEFUL VILLAGE. The atmosphere morphed to a thick, almost unbreathable climate. The early morning dawned on the village, and the scorching heat that followed with the sun began to poke through the haze.
The unusual air awoke Naois from his knocked out sleep with a faint memory of home, but upon opening his eyes, he would soon realize this was not Coruscant. A small sneer was pulled onto Naois' face, trickling along with a long sigh.
Upon his awakening, Naois attempted to sit up but was met with a sharp prickling sensation making it's way up his neck. On instinct, his hand moved to assess his wound but pulled away at the feel of a slick substance oozing out. At the sight of his blood coating the tips of his fingers, Naois let out a dramatic sigh and gently laid back down on the ground.
Around him, others who had suffered a similar defeat as he began to wake from their passing out. Scanning his gaze over his surroundings, Naois' mouth dropped in the slightest at the mass amounts of damage. Overturned supplies and run down cabins littered the once peaceful village.
Swiping his overgrown hair out of his eyes, Naois lifted his arms and pulled himself out of the rubble. Feint memories of a life long gone, Naois ignored the shooting pain through his body. For that life was long over, and the great Vos name of Mandalore had seen its fated downfall.
"I need a drink," was all he said.
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A dreary cold shadowed the climate from under the large canopy of trees causing Naois to clutch his jacket tighter around him. Encasing himself in the man-made heat, the once-great warrior set on his way to the closest bar. It just so happens that bar was about a days walk from his new home, and his mind began to wonder fantasies of the drinks he would order.
