|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 9:38 pm
The fall was like moving through water, resistant and floating. A fog of fuzz and darkness blinded him, the cigarette's smokey mist not even contributing, as it had fallen from his mouth and was squelched by the gore on the ground.
A sudden change happened, he regained a moment of conciousness a felt a warmth. A soft essence. He then was driven back down into the black but not before breathing...
"...dawn..."
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:21 pm
As Sierra laid the devil down on her bed, she began to unbutton his shirt hastily. Kain seemed to stir in her arms for a moment, and she clasped his chilled hand in her fiery one, As a mummbled word slipped past fevered lips, she paused for a moment, and listened closely.
"Dawn?..."
She repeated curiously as she stroked his forehead calmingly.
"It'll be okay Kain, -I've- got you now."
Cliche maybe, but it was the truth, as opposed to being in Ra'kar's tender care... where nobody was ever reeeeally safe. As the man passed back out, Sierra finished undoing his shirt and slipped it from his limbs. Instantly she noticed the rashy swelling of his arm, her eyes widened.
"Ra'kar... you should have known better..."
When they'd first encountered these hellish creatures some years back, they'd learned the side effects of the poison the hard way. Sierra had been bitten, as had her human companion. The human, lacking Sierra's inhuman defences, didn't make it. The elf didn't know much about the creatures themselves, other than what she'd been able to surmise from the collective stories of different peasants... but she did know their poison.
As the inkeeper's wife delivers the towels and hot water, she thanks them and shoos her out of the room, locking it securely.
The elf draws a small dagger out of one of her saddlebags and lays it on the nightside table. She also retrieves a small vile from one of the padded pouches. She pulls out the stopper and dumps the contents into the water basin, mixing it by hand before dipping a towel in.
With a sigh of frustration, she finishes undressing her companion and essentially spongue bathes him, washing his body free of the clamy sweat. In the vile had been a potion containing natural salts and minerals as well as the extracts of a few various plants. The effects it had were simple, it acted as a natural cleanser, stimulates the nervous system and triggers a natural thermal reaction from the body. It was like a small, soothing, jump start. It was something she used a lot after fights for the aches and pains or any irritated flesh.
She unfolds a blanket from an armoire in the corner and lays it across his lower half. Picking up the dagger and drawing it across her palm with a quick jerk, she eyes the thin line of crimson welling up from the depths of that pale flesh. Now it was time for the hocus pocus as it were.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:14 pm
The tingle of flame and drawing of blood made Kain's nose twitch.
A myriad of memories assaulted his dreams, dreams of the past and the further past. He had lived long, killed many, regined in victory countless times, he feasted and ******** loved..
All was black again...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 7:46 pm
Sierra dips her right pointer and index fingers into the pool of blood oozing from her left palm, as she holds it cupped as to drop as little as possible. She crawls onto the bed, stradling Kain somewhat akwardly so that she can reach all the areas she needs to. In a frenzy, she begins scribbling intricate spell circles on the devil's pale flesh. A smaller, slightly simplified version over the infected area of the arm, a larger more complex symbol across his chest and stomach.
She redips her fingers again and again, making sure every line is thick and clear. It takes her roughly 18 minutes to finish the complicated symbols. Finishing she squiggles something on his forehead, then quickly draws lines down his limbs, a visual representation of both physical and metaphysical vitals. The lines fan out from the symbol drawn over his core.
Sighing she pushes up her sleeves and lets her blood drip down her arm. Working quickly, another 7 minutes and her wrist to her elbow was decorated in strange characters. It looked like she was wearing a red lace glove, but really it was a map of sorts...
She leans forward slightly and places her hands over the center of the large design on his torso, crossing her hands at the wrists and extending her fingers. She plunges her plams downwards, as if she was pushing a button, and as she does so, a ripple of gold flame would swirl outwards. It was as if she had struck a match and put it to oil, the flames licking over the devil's body, burning along the blood, drawn lines. To kain it would feel as if she had shoved her hands inside his chest, hot and burning... a slightly uncomfortable feeling, but nothing overly painful, just creepy as hell. In all actuality though, they rested against the symbols on his chest.
The lines of fire would continue to dance and flicker over his flesh, but they would not burn him. Instead, it seemed almost as if teir energy was being absorbed into his limbs.
Closing her eyes, she begins to chant steadily, her voice finding an even rythm as she recites an ancient incantation, written in the old tongue.
Using her blood magick, Sierra was going to use her own blood and essence to isolate the venom that was even now mutating in Kain's blood. It had neutralized his ability to produce a magickal resistance to the infection, So she was going to simulate one for him , while using her abilities to isoalte and extract the foreign cells. Being able to enter his blood stream more directly, through her blood and flame, allows her to distribute her power more effectively. Within another 5 minutes, Kain's body would either have embraced the fire and aide she offered... or it would reject her attempt to synchronize as his temporary immune system... she just hoped for his sake, the fact she's chosen to use fire as the catalyst, would liken the chances of success.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 8:20 pm
The intial introduction of Sierra's blood to his would have met with heavy resistance. The strong alien influence was not to be let in easily. He couldn't hold out for long before the body seized and gave freely over to the elfen woman's technique.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:01 pm
Sweat beads along Sierra's brow as she fights for her objective. Finally, Kain's body gives over to her power. At that moment of synchronization her pupils would fade, drowning in the golden tempest of her eyes as they unfocus and she ceases to see anything of the physical world. Her head would fall back as if she was been thrown back by some unseen force and was now staring at the ceiling as she recoiled, her back arching.
3 rings of energy would materialize around them, with Sierra as the center point. the innermost, the dimmest and the smallest... was black-red, Kain's energy. The next ring was the thickest, a bright incarnadine red, the red of freshly spilt blood, it stood between Kain's depleated energy and the sickly green that which threatened to extinguish it. The active toxins which had infected his entire blood and energy streams. The green ring tries to shrink in size, constricting the others, but the red ring buffers it and begins expanding, eating up more area and growing wider. The opposite was happening for the green, as it was pushed back, it was forced to spread out into a bigger circle, as a result, thinning out. The further away it got, the stronger Kain's energy would grow--
Mentally, it would feel as if someone was enveloping with the sweetest of feelings. The devil had loved at one point, and no doubt been loved... He would be able to recognize the feelings of such an intimate bond, a connection that caused you to feel a warmth that could be inspired by no other thing, a feeling that left you feeling safe for lack of a better term... and content. He wouldn't necessarily recognize it's source, he would just be drawn to that sensation, crave it... and as he fought to reach it, it would empower him, drawing his conciousness forth---
Sierra was focusing the most concentrated areas of her energy on Kain's heart and lungs, as well as his brain/mind, helping purge them first so that he could help her fight to free his limbs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:30 pm
The Devil's will for release of the unwlecomed venom was severe. He could've excreted it himself but, surely, not as quickly as Sierra was doing now He could not conciously comprehend what was going on outside of his body, the exertion was enough to keep him occupied.
He could feel his strength growing again and the weakness in his limbs subsiding, the darkness dissipating with every second. He may not be straight away, but by morning or noon he'd be as right as rain.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:45 pm
Sierra's body trembled as she exerted herself with her utter focus. The crimson ring pulsed and shoved outwards with tremendous force, stretching the green ring so thin that it was forced to shatter. Shards of green energy flung outwards as if there were an explosion, and in a sense there was. The ring that denoted Sierra's power expanded outwards rapidly, chased by the black and darker red of Kain's.
Suddenly, the elf's energy quivered and split into two rings. One ring shrank inwards slightly, and passed through the devils to hover just above it, and the second ring did the same with the exception of passing beneath the devil's circle of power. It was like a sandwhich of energy, Sierra's power encompased Kain's and fed into it, helping replenish it it. Gradually, her rings of power would recede, diminishing in size as Kain's grew in intensity and brightness, it was as if she was charging his spiritual battery.
His body would feel fine, the weakness in his limbs and nerves was gone. His head might feel a little fuzzy, almost as if he was power drunk. Being exposed to that much raw power could have that effect, especially when it belonged to someone else...
Sierra would remain, stradling his blanketed form, her head tilted back and unseeing until he had completely absorbed all of her offered power and was back to regular energy levels. As soon as the last of her power merged with his, the lines of blood on his body, would dissipate, absorbed by his skin, and the elven woman would fall to the right, sliding off him and landing unconcious on the floor, her face flushed with feverous exhaustion.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 4:59 pm
Hungrily consuming the offered energy, Kain was feeling riveted. His eyes flickered open, his head felt stuffed, the headaches were gone though, the weakness in his limbs had receded and felt pumped.
He then noted his surroundings and was put off from having gone unconcious and someone actually touching him. He sat up, the world whirling as he did and he immediately thought he regretted the deceision. He put a hand to his forehead to steady his eyes. A tugging at his sheets brought his eyes over the side of the bed where a very exhausted....Sierra..... lay.
"Aren't we frisky. Taking advantage of the ailed and infirm, tsk tsk tsk, Sierra. You should be ashamed of yourself." He said playfully.
There was that part of him that knew she was the one who nursed him back to health. He couldn't help but feel differently about the elven woman...he certainly was thankful that it wasn't that b***h Ra'Kar he woke up too. He'd probably have to fend her off before she drank him dry of his blood...she was vicious and not trustworthy.
...true....he is a Devil and shouldn't be trusted himself, but he takes a certain pride in upfront civility and not forward threats. Threats, he found, got nowhere but to a pointless event of brawling like barbarian idiots.
"You really should find somewhere more comfortable, the floor doesn't suit you, Lady."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:12 pm
He would get no reply from the woman, as she would be out cold, likely for the better part of the night if not all of it. Sierra was a dark elf, not a drow, but a tainted being, cast out of the light. Her very essence shunned the pureness of her people. So it was her misfortune that she could not use healing powers without severely having an adverse effect on herself. So instead she had learned many alternate methods over her years of existance. One was her fairly skillful abilities surrounding herblore... the other was, that most things can be compensated for. Lost energy or lifeforce may be replensished if an equivallent amount is offered in trade. Everything had a cost... Sierra had paid the price for the healing.
Now she lay limp, her body drawing on any lingering pyrokenetic energies in the area, but the landscape around here had no natural stores of such energy, forcing her to call further, dig deeper for the needed energy stores. Inwardly, she felt chilled, it was as if she was searching for the sun, that giant ball of fiery heat. She reached out for that fire, calling. It was possible that Kain would feel the kinetic pull, but if he recognized what it meant was entirely another story. As far as thermal readings went, her core temperature had dropped to that of a normal human's. Which wasn't lethal or dangerous by any means, it was more like she was suffering from a flu as far as seriousness went.
At the sound of his voice though, it was as if some of the tension left her body, as if some distant part of her recognized the fact that she'd been successful and that this hadn't been for nothing.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:26 pm
"..."
He flicked the downed woman's nose.
"...Sierra...?"
Well how about that...she was out...this gave him an inward giggle. I'm good even when I'm half dead.
There was a pull, he wasn't entirely sure what off though. That pull made him curious and he then saw that the elf was paler than usual. He got out of bed...noticed he was naked, shrugged that off and went to find his pants.
Finding them in a heap by the bed, he slipped them on and then lifted Sierra with his strong arms. Once he had her in his arms, he noticed her chilled body...well, he certainly couldn't create any fire in this room unless he wanted to keep it. He set Sierra down on the Bed and grabbed a spare blanket from ontop of the chest at the foot of his bed, wrapped her up and then took her downstairs.
He searched for a fireplace to keep her warm, he was still not feeling the best and needed some more rest. He found a small fire pit at the far end of the tavern's common room. He set her down on a..."couch" and brought it closer to the fire. He sat at the foot of the couch and eventually found sleep while the fire flickered its warmth.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:31 pm
As he lifted her, instinctually she curled into his chest, into the comfort of warmth. As he carried her, it felt as if she was drifting. Being set by the fire, something within her sparked to life a little more strongly...
Whenever Kain awoke, he would notice that the woman's colour had returned to normal, her body more relaxed and restful, what was curious though, was that the flames in the fireplace had grown 3x's their normal height and that the fire itself was burning a hot, molten gold colour.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:35 pm
It wouldn't be until around mid-morning before Kain woke. He would still be half-seated half-slouched, half naked, barefoot and only his raven black hair to hide some of his toned body.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:43 pm
The bartender came to open up the bar area, preparing for lunch and readying the usual mid-day brew. He stumbled into the unusually bright-room with a hand over his eyes. Quickly he lost interest in the fire as he noted the elven woman with a wry and somewhat lecherous grin. His wife was in the kitchen, it was safe to oggle.
He glances to Kain who was stirring awake, half dressed and looking as if it had been a long, and 'eventful' night.
With a chortle and wink he steps behind the bar, calling over.
"Ah to have the stamina of your youth--" there was no way for him to know how old these two were, he was in his mid fifties, and they both looked younger. "Looks like you did right by the lady and wore her out properly."
He pours a pint and sets it on the counter with a hearty clank.
"This one's on the house mister, were it was I that lucky with women as pretty as she."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:06 pm
The sound of the bartender's voice took Kain out of the sleep/wake to alert wakefulness. He rubbed his face and looked for the voice.
He stood up and worked out some of the kinks that set themselves during the course of the night. He saw the bartender and tumbled over to the bar, slugging back the brew.
"Thanks..."
He looked back to see if Sierra happened to wake from the bit of commotion he created.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
