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 Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 4:22 am
Cyrith looked at the scroll, then shook his head. He knew it was a pointless gesture, but habit was hard to go against. He pushed it back at her. "You keep it. I have no need of it, and even if I could read the writing, why would I care? Now, just hold still, and this will be over in a flash."
He gripped the knife to make it steadier, then using the skills he had, slashed at her eyes. A little blood came out of the wound, but whether it was from the eyelids or the eyeball, he didn't know.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2008 5:24 pm
Clutching at her eyes against her own volition, Astraea grit her teeth, breathing heavily through them. Whether she broke down as a result of the pain (or the thought of having her lovely elven skin knifed) all depended on her mental steel. She could dwell on the pain, wallow in it, shed a few tears, and feel like death itself had come to bite her heels. Or, she could convince herself that the pain was temporary and it was nothing to get her tunic in a wad over. Deciding on the later, Astraea reined in her wild breathing, focusing on keeping it rhythmic and deep.
"Could you have exercised any less caution?" she asked sarcastically, once her wits had been put in check. "It is not as though eyeballs are fragile and have a tendency to burst, you know."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 9:23 am
Cyrith just sneered. "Oh, my. Is the little Elf afraid of a little pain? Well, suck it up. I could have just stabbed you, and you know it. Now that I did as much as I could without making it hurt any worse than if I had taken it slow, I'm leaving. Nice knowing you, now leave me alone." He reached up for Slash, then walked off, yet again. He soon disappeared into the forest, the hawk's occasional cry the only noise heard from him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 3:50 pm
((Going into surgery in a little bit wink Wish me luck))
"a*****e," Astraea muttered bluntly, dragging herself to the nearby tree to nurse her wounds. The face has a tendency to bleed exponentially, even with the most minor wounds. Such was the case, Astraea realized, as she continued applying pressure to the area. It was slick with blood, which made the application of said pressure all the more difficult to apply. What made it all the more unfortunate was the fact that Astraea had inherited some dainty white hair from her mother (that had been groomed and grown to a considerable length) which was now, as all things of this nature inevitably come to be, sticking to her face and absorbing the crimson color. Sighing at her own helplessness, Astraea decided that attempting to open one eye and begin using it again would aid in the recovery process.
As it turned out, it didn't. The blood flow increased, invariably finding its way into her very eyeball, and stinging. She winced, pressing her eyes together tightly, only increasing the pain. Reactions of this sort were only a cause for futher disgrace, the most human part of her. It was rather disgusting. "If the bleeding would slow, I could use the clotting paste," she thought aloud, remaining in the darkness of her ravaged eyelids. Patiently, she sat and waited for the blood flow to yield (should it ever do so, it was uncertain), hoping Galaeron's boy would suffer from a slow, dibilitating plague that would bring him excruciating pain for his hand in the careless cutting of her eyelids. Alas, whims were only whims, and nothing more.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 10:27 am
As he was walking, Slash let out a squack. Cyrith looked at the bird, but didn't see anything with him, so he started to look around. Nope, nothing. He continued walking.
Until he felt a sharp pain on the side of his head. "Ouch. Slash, what was that for, huh?" Rubbing his head, he continued walking, then felt another jab. And another. And another. "Alright, already. Calm down. I'll go back. Gah. You would think that as a hawk, you would only want to eat, sleep, and poop. But noooo. You just have to be my conscious, huh? Sheesh, stupid bird." He was rewarded with another jab.
"Figures. I happen to get the only bird smart enough to know when it's insulted." He just made his way back to the elf, where he found her bleeding pretty badly. Sighing, he grabbed his bandanna, and rolling it up, went over to her head. "Lean your head forward. I'll help stop the bleeding."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 6:20 pm
Pili made her way back to the boy and stood in front of him.
"What do ya' think?" she said as she spinned around. She smiled and giggled abit.
"Oh, and I think I could use that ride home..."
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2008 8:34 pm
((I'm now officially an invalid, lol. Hopefully I'll convalesce quickly and return to normal RPing routine sweatdrop ))
The voice certainly belonged to Galaeron's boy, but it really didn't make sense. For what reason could he possibly have returned? True, Astraea wished thousands of scuttles to descend upon him out of bitter spite of her predicament, but in all honesty, they had parted on even terms. She had wounded his friend, then been wounded herself. He had "helped" her, which probably only gratified him in regards to her error in preying upon his hawk. So, it practically evened out. Which was exactly why Astraea started laughing when she heard his voice.
"One of us is crazy, either you or me. Last I recalled, you couldn't stand another moment of my witty humor and had been most decided on escaping my wholesome company at the soonest opportunity. Why is it, then, that you'd subject yourself to my persona again, nevertheless to help me?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 4:16 am
Devasad saw her reflection in the water of the fountain, and turned round.
"Wow. That really suits you! Money well spent, I take it?", Devasad smiled to the woman in front of him, as she gave a little twirl.
"And of course I can give you a ride home. I still have two hours to spare until Old Haskill wants me to help again."
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 8:29 am
Cyrith just stayed where he was, squatting near her head. He was gritting his teeth, and his voice was a bit strained. "Two reasons. Slash started to peck the hell out of me, and I'm too nice for my own damn good. Now, unless you want to bleed to death, which seems to be the case, I suggest that you stop laughing, and lean forward. Before I regret my decision."
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 1:14 pm
Robin led Lark back to the cave, and as soon as she was back, Lark ran out again, but this time, Robin knew it was to hunt, she smiled with satisfaction, Lark was practicing, probably. If she came back with...a pigeon say, that would tell Robin that both she and Lark had been successful. A sudden grunt made her look around, it was Night, he had fallen asleep on a rock, puffs of steam escaped from his mouth when he breathed, and his tail hung off the rock, Robin permitted herself another smile and lay down, thinking about....nothing really.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 2:25 pm
"Bleed to death? Hardly," she snorted. But her thoughts turned to his threat and the possibility of it being, well, not empty, was enough to both silence her and make her lean forward. Releasing a small hint of thanks from under her breath (although it felt like she was expelling flatulence rather than graciousness: something she didn't want to admit to or be accused of) Astraea leaned even closer and a wry smile made its home on her lips.
"So what's the diagnosis, doc?" she asked, adopting the flat human accent again.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 8:33 pm
Cyrith didn't know how it happened. He didn't want it to, since it made him feel weird. He didn't like it, since it wasn't normal for him. And he was sure he wouldn't ever do it again, but he was wrong. After all, all the jokes were beginning to get to him. "The diagnosis, huh? Well, I wouldn't call myself a doctor; more like a weatherman. After all, it's definitely wet, with a definite possibility of red." Damn. He cracked a joke. He wasn't ever going to live it down.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 1:04 pm
"Thank you!" Pili said with a bob of her head. "What's you're name? How are you going to take me home?" She stopped and bit her tongue, remembering that questions were rude. "Sorry, I'm Pili, by the way," she added, smiling meekly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2008 2:32 pm
Astraea snickered. And he thought her puns were bad.
"I see," she said, managing to constrain her mirth to an amused smirk. "Would you recommend I find myself an umbrella, or will a bandage suffice?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 9:36 am
Cyrith just grit his teeth, growling at himself for the slip. That was horrible, he knew, but some things just slip out. He wrapped the bandanna around her eyes, and pulled it tight. It may have been a bit too rough, but at least it cut off the flow of blood. "No need for anything else. But one word of what you've heard will result in a death slower and more painful than the Plague."
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