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 Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 9:03 am
 Ignis stumbled his way across the rocky terrain, his vision swimming as a fever wracked through his pain laced body. The wounds on his side and wing from the fall had been reopened in his fight with a skinwalker, they were an angry red and radiated heat into the cool evening air. He lost his footing and found himself staring straight down off the edge of an intimidating drop off, he chuckled to himself a little as he strained back to his hooves. Perhaps climbing a mountain was ill advisable when sick and delirious but if this festering wound was going to be the end of him, he wanted to stand on top of the world again. There was no way he could fly, so that meant climbing this beast. He shivered, his body screamed for rest, but if he stopped now, it was entirely possible that he would never start again. No, he had to finish this journey tonight.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 11:40 am
 On the low sloping side of a mountain there was a tree that was almost as old as the rock. It had staked a claim to the area around it, roots gouging into the rocky dirt and curling around in a half circle that formed the perfect resting place for a weary traveler or two. Sephia was reclining peacefully beneath the tree that had been full grown longer than she'd been alive. She had spent many a night (and day) beneath this tree and it had become something of a silent friend; a confidant in her times of loneliness. The evening was cool, but cloudless. Winter would be coming on soon, she could tell because her tree was changing colors and the snow that capped her mountain was creeping down while the fingers of greenery on its sides were slowly receding. It would soon be time for her to travel down into the valley where the winter was less harsh. The moon shined down and the wind blew lazily, causing her tree to dance and shadows to play across the ground. It was a quiet night, and she was just beginning to doze when something made her eyes open and her attention to focus. Every hair on her body felt like it was suddenly standing up and she listened to the silence intently. The last time she had felt like this, she'd been attacked by wolves shortly after. Sephia new to listen to her instincts when they were telling her something...and yet, after a few moments no attacks were forthcoming and she heard nothing. She still felt like something was wrong, so hesitantly got up as quietly as she could. Barely daring to breath, she started to peer around the tree and search the surrounding area.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 7:58 pm
Ignis' heart was pounding dangerously fast as he drew closer to a large tree that seemed to blot out most of the night. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing deeply and relishing the feel of the cool breeze dragging some of the heat away from his wound. His breath came and went in rapid gasps as his quivering limbs gave way a few yards from the trees base. If he could only reach it, he would be able to gaze over the ledge and across the valley below, it looked like a nice place to spend his last hours. There could be no denying it, he would die here, tonight, he knew nothing of the healing arts and he was leagues away from the nearest settlement. He pulled his legs in and pillowed his head, at least there would be no one to witness his final weakness, Adrian and Sophia Rose would never know what had become of their father.... They would think he had abandoned them, that much he regretted. He wished he had left a message with someone before risking this climb.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2013 8:16 pm
Sephia froze at the sound of shuffling coming from the other side of her tree. When the wolves had come last time, she had simply flown away. Her wings were poised at her side, ready to launch her into the air and away from danger. When nothing leaped at her for a few moments, she began to relax and even grow curious about what was on the other side of the tree. Cautiously, she peeked her head around the tree and gasped at what she saw. A huge stallion was spread out on the ground, clearly bleeding from multiple wounds. "Oh!" she exclaimed softly, moving more fully around the tree and coming to his side, "Hello? Can you hear me? What happened to you!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 11:24 am
He felt like a withered husk, dazed and delirious. He wasn't even sure that the voice wasn't a figment of his fevered imagination.. Still, the sound was as clear and beautiful as wind chimes and he couldn't help but glance up from his death vigil. He needed to see what sort of person could produce such a lovely sound, at the sight of her a great weight seemed to lift from his shoulders. "I fell," he replied simply, "From the sky, it was foolish. I can't fly, walked here, I'm dying." It was a relief to say it, to hear the truth aloud from his own lips. Despite that, each word was a struggle. He shivered as the fever stole his warmth, teeth clattering. He glanced over his shoulder to peer at the wound that was slowly leeching away at his life force, "Blood Poisoning perhaps, some sort of infection in the wound, should have washed it more, like that damn girl said... You don't have to stay for this, In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't," He lied. His vision swam but even so, he drank in the sight of her, she was unconsciously beautiful and seemed to radiate a deep serenity that calmed him, deep down he was terrified of what death would mean, but she chased all those fears away simply by her presence. He was ashamed of how much he wanted her to stay and continue exerting that soothing influence on him as he slipped away, embarrassed at the depth of his need for this stranger who had happened across him to witness this frailty. And because of that, he could not, would not voice his true feelings. It was the ultimate injustice, that after all this time, his heart would finally stir with such deep and profound emotions for another while teetering on the cusp of oblivion. "Tell me your name before you go?" he implored.
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 10:50 pm
She listened in distress as the blazing orange stallion in front of her prophesized his own death. Sephia would not leave anything to die, but there was something special about this one for some reason. Maybe it was in the way he seemed so accepting of the inevitable that struck her as inheritantly wrong coming from the being before her. There was something about him that spoke of a fierce pride and determination though she saw none of it in him in this moment. The wound that was visible to her was not beyond her skills to heal, but there was something else, a wound of the spirit that she sensed would be the real challenge. "I am Sephia, and I would not abandon someone wounded in front of me. Do not despair, I have seen many worse off than yourself and have dragged them back from the cusp of death." she spoke reassuringly even as she assessed his wound. It was ugly, she acknowledged, and would likely scar. It was also moderately infected and clearly hadn't been washed recently. There was blood and other fluids oozing slugishly from it, and she thought that it was likely from his attempt to fly. She would need a few things of course; clean water and some herbs, but this could be fixed. "I will need to go retrieve some items, but before that, I would have your name in return." faithofthefallen tag! finally...also, I'm gonna have to do a little research on medicinal plants for my next post. I know we could theoretically skip over the healing part but if we want Sephia to be a healer/non-aggresor/etc. then I'm gonna need to research it sometime or else her rp's will be kind of short...you know?
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 2:53 pm
Ignis' crooked smile was disbelieving but he lifted his wing to allow her easier access to the deep claw marks marring his side and the base of his wing, inhibiting his ability to fly. It had been so long since he had been airborn, he missed the feel of the air itself parting before each powerful beat of his mighty pinions. If there was any hope of regaining that ability, he would reach for it, regardless of how slim the chances. His side itched with blood and he squeezed his eyes shut, hissing with pain as even that small movement tore the wounds open further.
"Sephia... Thank you. If I have the choice, I would choose not to die. My name is Ignis." He shifted gingerly to try to get more comfortable on the rocks and ease the aches in his body. He was still shivering, and felt dizzy and unable to think clearly. Sephia's outline was hazy and he was beginning to wonder if she was an illusion brought on by this fever, he feared to let her leave, feared once she went he would die here before she could return or would awake to find that she had never been here in the first place, but he could not put a voice to such weakness. "I will wait." his deep voice rumbled softly in reply as waves of blackness crept across his vision, he sank into them willingly, thinking perhaps death had come calling after all, his head slowly lowering to rest in a pool of his long fiery hair and his eyes slid closed into a troubled slumber.-[The Spoof]- I'm sure google will have something, I had to look stuff up for Vervada's poisons too. Angeni's have some healing abilities too, yes? Baz and I are still trying to figure out how the ponds would work, is Sephia going to have one/does she?
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Posted: Sat Jun 08, 2013 8:36 pm
Sephia leaned forward to inspect the wound more closely. It looked like it had been caused by some clawed creature, possibly a wolf or a skinwalker (or maybe one of those harpies she'd been hearing about?), and it was deep. Her mind was busy running through all of her knowledge of herbs and she barely noticed Ignis losing consciousness beyond being annoyed that she would be unable to ask him how many days he had gone without treatment. Luckily for her, he had passed out in a reasonably convenient place for her to treat him, since she doubted she would be able to drag him a long distance. The first thing she would have to do is clean away the dirt and dust that had seemed drawn to the cuts. Her cave was a ways up the mountain and it contained a spring and all of her healing herbs. She would need to leave him for a brief time. "I'll be right back. Try to keep resting." she murmured, on the off chance he could hear her. ------ Later, her herbs and a large pail of water retrieved, she worked on cleaning and treating the wound. Ignis twitched in unconsciousness, but did not wake. It was good, since at one point she had had to cut away some dead tissue. She made a paste to spread over the wounds and when she'd done what she could, she sent a prayer to the spirits for him. Faithofthefallen tag - I decided to just skip over any kind of herb lore. Whatever. I just want to get them moving.
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