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 Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:13 pm
((This RP is for the survivors of the mazoku games! Please do not post unless you are me or Niss!) 
"It was worth a shot," thought Caspian dully as he tumbled downwards to the river and rocks below.
Battered and bloody, he fell. He was aware that these were probably his final moments, but no profound thoughts sprung to his mind. His life didn't flash before his eyes. His mind was silent as he tumbled downwards.
SPLASH! He hit the water and all the air rushed out of his lungs. Blackness flooded his vision. Miraculously he'd missed the rocks. Now he drowned instead, blacking out in the swirling waters.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:23 pm
SPLASH!
From the edge of the river, Berylinox blinked awake. He'd been sunning himself in the heat, ignoring the usual sounds of the river. That had not been a usual sound. He scanned the water warily. Those damn kalona were always buzzing around causing trouble and he expected there might be more foul play afoot. He looked up in the air to see if any were flying around, then his gaze drifted downwards.
A soquili's body drifted limply along in the current. From the fin he could tell it was a kelpi, no one he recognized. The poor thing had probably been murdered by those damn kalona. Berylinox scowled... then blinked. The tail had moved! The thing wasn't dead!
Immediately he slid into the water. The current wasn't too fast in this place, so it was an easy matter to grab the injured stallion and heave him ashore.
Once he had him out of the water, he eyed Caspian critically. He was no expert on soquili, but this one was definitely still alive. Once he thumped the fellow with his tail a few times, he even started breathing again. Good. With a bit of luck, Berylinox might be able to steal a victim away from the kalona after all."What have you got there?" asked one of the spirit-touched birds of the area, a curious little thing that liked to pick scraps of meat out of Berylinox' open jaws.
"Hurt soquili," replied Berylinox gruffly. "He needs help." He looked at the little bird, giving him his most commanding stare. "Go and find those otters that know about herbs. Tell them we have a hurt soquili, and bring them over quickly."
The bird nodded and swiftly flitted away. Yes... they could save this soquili. Though Berylinox didn't know much of healing himself, he set himself to packing the worst of the wounds with river grass. That would stop the bleeding until the otters could arrive.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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