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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:23 am
Some days, were just days Israfel woke up on the wrong side of the nest. Classes had drained him, and now, in his after school flight attempt, he'd crash landing into another tree, bruising his wing. It wasn't broken, no feathers had been broken, none had even gotten out of place really. But, Israfel being Israfel, he had an obligation.
Moan about his woes to the wind. How his wing was in such paiiiinnn, and oh woe was he, his poor wing MUST get some medicine. Otherwise how could it heal and allow him to fly in gym class later on? His poor wing! Dramatics included vocals, overly active limbs and bad acting."My winngggggggsssssss~" One wing was now two supposedly injured wings. He was a master of acting arts indeed.
His audience consisted of: The wind, the sky, a dead tree, and a few wild pumpkins, all of whom remained silent. Clearly, Israfel failed at captivating an audience. Living, dead, or undefinable.
At least the wind stopped howling.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:39 am
Apparently Spectrae was incognito, oh so incognito. She was so good at it, the nergal was currently posing as the wind, the sky, a dead tree, or a wild pumpkin. Or Israfel could have just been caught up in his dramatics, just maybe.
Nonetheless, the first year heard the sound of distress much like sending a bunch of vampires to a sparkling party (or something like that, the premises of the analogy was sadly, lost on the nergal), and had immediately, a little uncannily immediately, bounded to the situation. Bounded, literally, in little leaps and hops, a giant razor-toothed grin plastered on her face. Someone was clearly hurt, she could feel it in her host body's bones - there was only one person meant for such dire a situation! The thought of just thinking of how appropriate she was for this situation made her skip just a little bit faster.
Now that her patient was closer to her, she assessed the situation. If they had been paying the slightest attention, perhaps they would have seen the long seemingly never-ending trail of something uncoiling around her right forearm. She smiled at him, beaming. "Hi!"
Clearly, she expected him to already know how awesome she was.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 1:08 am
OH
JACK
Someone had found him. And they were skipping over to him.
Skipping.
Israfel wasn't sure if he felt terrified at the fact they were skipping or happy someone had heard his poor acting job. As his would be gallant rescuer came closer, he saw razor sharp teeth, and some rather...pointy odds and ends. His face fell. Part of him, the siren part was screaming to run away before he was eaten alive. Another part was saying students weren't allowed to eat each other.
He hoped that she was another student.
"Uh, hello." He blinked. Stared. The remembered what he'd been doing. ACTING! "OW! Oh my wing! My beautiful wing!" Crocodile tears couldn't even be summoned. He failed in that department. So the siren clutched at his wing and pretended that the bruise was much more serious then it really was. "I'm ohh..." He mock whimpered. "Israfel, I...ah! Hurt my wing." It was lifted up. A few feathers out of place. Nothing visibly wrong with it. "I think I need a doctor."
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:25 pm
Throughout the entire debacle, Spectrae only heard one world that mattered - he (or she? the nergal didn't discriminate) had requested the aid of a doctor. The coils around her tail curled up ever so slightly, spines along her shoulder and back fanning outwards in delight. "Okay!"
Now, to any other person 'okay' might have meant, oh, possibly getting some medical help, but Spectrae honestly to the little tip of her shrivelled nergal heart believed SHE was the best medical attention to happen, ever. And she was going to prove it.
With that, the first year turned around, and looked left and right, seemingly searching for something. Aha! There we go. She bent over and picked up a rather sharp-looking tree branch, which was still attached to the tree. Crack went the branch as it was no longer attached to the tree. Beaming, she hopped back to her patient, pointing to herself with her free hand. "Spectrae is a doctor, so hold still! She heals well!"
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