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 Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:08 pm
Glancing at the coat as it greedily began to absorb her blood, the young man winced. Even if he wanted to help her, he hadn't the medical knowledge nor the tools to cut through bone and remove such delicate limbs. The most he could do for her was try and get her somewhere safe to get looked at, maybe the wings would heal. Moving close to her side, he reached cautiously out to try and loop his arm around her middle, to help hold her up.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:12 pm
She whinced softly, she glanced down as she saw him trying to help her up. She had nothing else or somewhere to go, hopefully this man can help her and right now he was her help. She placed her arm around his shoulder as she held onto him. she tightened her grip on his shoulkder slighty as she lifted her bruised body.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:17 pm
Huffing softly as he lifted her to her feet, the man turned and looked about. There wasn't anything nearby, but he couldn't well just remain by the crater. Starting forwards slowly with her at his side, he steered her around the flames and towards what seemed like a clearish path, the one that'd offer her damaged wings the least resistance. He held her close, shivering softly in the cool air as they began to walk.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:21 pm
She held on tightly whicing softly everytime her wings touched something, She glanced at the floor most of the time not knowing what to do, where was she, who was this man? questions puzzling her, only made her more confuzed. She sighed a bit before trying to speak once more..Cs.....Csu...Csukas......Csukas
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:26 pm
"Shh." He murmurred softly, his voice a hushed whisper. He imagined that might be her name. He wasn't about to introduce himself, though that had more to do with his avoidance of talking then true rudeness. Her wings continued to bother her, and so he made an effort to move slowly and carefully. "It'll be ok." He assured her softly, his voice stil a hushed whisper.
He had no idea what to do.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:29 pm
She just remained quiet then, as she tried to hold the pain from walking around from such a fall and live. She just held on following to where he was leading her.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:32 pm
Still a bit drunk as he was, he figured it best that she rest. And so in one swift movement (One that mimicked the groom of the evening earlier) he swept her off her feet and into his arms, pulling her to his tie and the soft shirt there. Looping his arms under her legs and around her sides carefully, he'd hold her in such a way as to keep her chest near to his, her wings not being pressed against him. And then he continued to walk through the woods, leading her towards the old crater that was the remnants of the Black Company.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:36 pm
Csukas wasn't expecting for this man ti swiptly carry her as a groom would to his wife, she was held against his chest, honestly it was a relief from moving her bruised body, she whinced every now and then, she rested her head in the place between his neck and shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:40 pm
Continueing on their way, the pair soon crested a lone hill, trees oddly vacant. He felt somewhat secure with her nestled into him, and a bit warmer. Still her blood was everywhere, causing stains on his clothes and making things sticky. Sighing softly he gazed up from the top of the grassy hill at the moon, which seemed to loom massively just before them. There the two were a silhouette in the moonlight, standing near-hopelessly before he began to move down the hill, whistling a cheery tune.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 6:44 pm
Csu remained silent as she remained against him, for some reason she felt safe and able to trust this man, though it puzzled her, why was he in the forest at the first place? and why was he so willing to help her. She held on softly almost lovingly, with every now and then she whinced.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 4:27 pm
Heswinas Annoying Ghost "A shape shifter then?" She murmured curiously, the sudden look on her face was one of curiousity barely kept in check. She'd always wondered the cellular structure of such beings, how the managed to keep their forms for as long as they did without forgetting how to shift or their bodies refusing to shift or a thousand other thing! What she wanted, right now, was to klonk Arrogance upside the head and drag him back to the Silvery Citadel where the kindly Lord Choon had provided her with ample supplies to do such experiements. Deep in the library Heswina spent so many nights locked away, studying her books, after the first month and a half she definately considered them her books after she managed to chase all others but the librarian and the lord himself away.
Her eyes cast a titled look as if she was debating whether or not she did actually want to cut this one open, because, in theory, a shape shifter could take a wound and shape shift said wound away, only none she'd ever seen could do that or none ever thought too. A most peculiar creatures, these shape shifters. "Pardon me for asking such a favor, but would you kindly refrain for changing yourself before my presence? It makes me uneasey to see two of my sweet Archers before me and knowing only one." Tapping her head she refered the the knot, the bundle of emotions and sensation inside her head that pulsed and throbbed with the solem guardian's feelings. His feet were sore, she knew, and he was battling the urge to draw blade at this thing that mirrored himself. "And I fear it makes Archer upset." She added with a polite nod, taking another bite of fish and washing it down with sips of her wine. The water for the tea was at a boil, but Heswina added no leaves to it's mix. Who wanted tea when the smooth taste of fruit wine was at hand? Telekinetic hands reached into the fire, dancing flames licked against the invisible touch as Heswina lifted the kettle from the heat and placed it aside. The water would cool and still remain warm enough for a quick wash of hands and face before bed.
In an attempt to make conversaion Heswina smiled and asked, "What, pray tell, brings you to the realm of the Black Company? I've traveled these lands for long stretches of time, with long breaks between, and I have never met one of your likes." ((Sorry for the big long gap Hes.)) Arrogance twitches when Heswina levitates the pot, and you can almost see his features ripple. But he refrains, yes with a titanic effort of will he refrains from shifting. He sighs heavily and smiles painfully. "Indeed most genteel of gentlewomen! I shall refrain from mine own metamorphosis in the event that you abstain from... that!" He gestures at the teapot expressively. "My... own business brings me to this place! I have an appointment with a man at a place about a thing! What brings you here fair one!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 3:06 am
"Very well, my sincerest of apollogizes for," A slight pause as Heswina's brain kicked into over drive. One could almost see the depth of their thoughts reflected in those sapphire blue eyes that shifted to the collor of a frozen mountain lake and back in moments, "Troubling you with my, well, lack of physical concern." A polite way of saying she was sorry she'd rather not get burnt and use telepathy.
Creatures abounded in the Black Company's lands, so many countless races it was impossible to even concieve keeping tack of them all, yet one she had never met was one that was uneased around the use of telekinesis, or maybe it was the mixture of Saidar, telekinesis, and arcane magics that troubled it? If the shape shifter could see the flows, which should have been impossible but on one occassion she had met a man in a black coat calling himself an Asha'man that could actually read the residues of the flows and pick apart what the weave had been after she woven them - which was just down right incredible in her opinion, he would see that flows of air touched and wove around something that bent around something else that twisted around something else entirely all again and again. She herself hadn't any idea what exactly it was she was doing, a mixture of all her past abilities and magics jumbled togther in a single mind. Hundreds of lives crammed into her mind, it made her head hurt oft times she tried to remember too far back in any one particular life.
"Me?" The question caught her off guard and made her more than a little annoyed, oh but since she pried into his he had every right to pry into her's. "I'm simply settling down. Too much traveling, you understand. Might like to set up a bit of a rose garden around here, after my children and I clear away the forested area around a bit." Nodding to herself she sipped more of her wine and thought. Eyes closed she couldn't help but stretch herself towards Arrogance's thoughts, only shy of making contact she recoiled and crept back into her own mind. No longer as powerful as she once was she decided against pitting herself against anything of the mind, though troubled by it Arrogance may not be able to - no! She was done with that, she swore.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 11:04 pm
He look relieved.
"You have my gratitude. I shall take the upon me the arduous task ad interim."
But at Heswina's words Arrogance perks up.
"Children! Oh how I do delight in the young, might I meet them!" With their consanguineous relation to your radiant visage, each must be scrumptious to behold."
Its a good thing Heswina's eyes were closed, because Arrogance looks like he's about to kill her as she reaches for his mind. To the point that he stretches and flexes his fingers like claws up until the moment she backs off. The smile never leaves his face though, wide, and showing many many teeth.
(( heart U KB))
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 2:11 am
Heswina saw not this look of grim death that Arrogance readied to bestow upon her, she did not but Archer had. Promise from it's mistress or not the black clad guardian held only one purpose in existance, protect Heswina, and that was what shall be done. Blades as black as pitch, dark enough to glow it's own errie radiance, slid from sheeths without the rasp of leather on steel. One in each hand, poised on the balls of his feet, Archer was an arrow drawn and aimed at a target...Arrogance. A billowing gust, the chill of winter on it's wings, sent the fire crackling and plumeing up gouts of glowing red embers and the fabric of Heswina's woolen shift fluttering like a banner in the breeze, yet Archer's cloak held motionless down it's back.
"Archer is my eldest." She interrupted, Archer ready to lash out in attack, before either of the two decided to chance each other's strength. "The others will be along as soon as the area is more suitable for living and I can focus my attention on them more than construction. My youngest is barely eight, and I'd hate for her to be out here amist the dangers and troubles. One cannot be safe in these lands anylonger." Now her eyes opened, and she no longer looked the Aes Sedai she had moments before. Now she was a knight, noble and proud, and where she wore simply wool she made it appear a glistening suit of scalemail shining against the fire's glow. A blade at her waist tugged the rawhide leather belt down at a slant, heavy and long the b*****d sword looked an omnious force in the possession on one who seemed naturally attuned to the steel on her person. "Would you agree, Arrogance?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 25, 2006 3:37 am
"My agreement is most supportive regal one! The wilds are no place for the delectable little darlings of your esteemed derivation!"
Arrogance doesn't move from where he sits, merely conceding to actually notice Archer for the first time when he is mentioned.
"Ah! Indeed he is a stalwart vanguard for your own countenance, seasoned and sinewy with travailation."
And just as simply the larger man, swords and all, is dismissed with a casual turn of the head. Arrogance chews idly on his jerky, swallows, and continues.
"I express again my profound gratitude for your hospitality, might there be any furtherance this one can tender?"
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