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 Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:40 am
It was hard keeping conscious. The stallion's weakening body and failing health were all too apparent the longer they walked. He made no comment, no grunt, even as Amaya attempted to help him along. Shyam was a strong stallion, and no doubt would survive from the attack, but that didn't mean he was going to heal over night. Even with a strengthened Amaya's healing ability, the wounds were great and would require time and patience.
Staggering along with the mare, he felt as if he walked in a haze. He wanted to object to her help, wanted to prove he was strong enough for the both of them, but today their roles would be reversed. He hated weakness, hated the state he was in (especially in front of her) . . . . but he had little choice. And the fact he didn't discourage or dispute such assistance showed Amaya exactly how poorly he was feeling. . .
She couldn't be feeling any better, he knew. But there was little to be done. He'd make her heal herself later. . . . Or find someone else who would.
By the time they reached safety, solitude, Shyam could hardly stand. Pushing himself in the tight space, chains clanking, the stallion made as much room for Amaya as he could. Collapsing in to a heap, the stallions body protested. ". . . .no healing. . . ." He grunted even while his eyes shut. ". . . . thank you. . . . " The muffled words were genuine, even as his body decided it was time to sleep.
((Well . . .I don't know about you but we can maybe wrap it here or you can finish up with Amaya if you'd like. :3 If you'd want we can start another RP either come 'morning' or sometime in teh future when they're 'recuperating'. He probably won't be going anywhere immediately anytime soon. Though I'm sure, like a stubborn colt, he'll try.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 9:56 pm
The lack of protest, despite it being what she had been hoping for, worried the dark mare more than the blood she felt soaking into her side from where they were connected. He had to be even weaker than she'd thought if he wasn't putting up even the slightest bit of an argument for her insistence to help him walk- a task she was barely fit for at the moment anyway. She prayed that strength would return to her soon... she would heal him as soon as she was able.
Silver hues widened in concern as he all but fell gracelessly into the dark stone interior of the cave, catching herself from doing so as his weight was suddenly lifted off of her. Limping inwards to stand beside him, she suddenly found her strength deserting her, and her knees finally buckled beneath the strain as she fell beside him. A muffled grunt was all that escaped her mouth at the impact, but her gaze returned to him as he spoke.
A glint of defiance was shone in their metallic depths at the stoic order that she was not to attempt healing him, but they softened immeasurably at the soft murmur of gratitude that followed the demand. "Daijoubu..." she spoke softly back to him, although she knew that he was already asleep, and the meaning of the word would be lost to him anyway. She would relent to his will tonight, but only tonight. Amaya was sure that if she attempted to do so anyway, she would only fall unconscious from the additional strain, and she needed to be awake to guard their injured forms from threats.
He had assumed the role of her guardian angel once, and she intended to repay the debt.
Settling comfortably into a position where she could watch the entrance to the cave with his frame in her peripheral vision, she lay her chin on her legs and sighed softly, waiting for morning to come.
There would be no rest for her tonight.
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