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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2015 3:16 pm
The stallion from the fight was strong, maybe to strong. Sully mare had forced him to show his dark side and now, well, she was paying for it. In anger he almost left her here to die, only to give her just enough healing to survive. ow, it was all up to her to pull herself together and live. Could this aged mare do it on her own? Not likely.
Even in these moments her mind lay on the stallion. She had allowed herself to be played a fool, the queen of masks, now victim to one herself. She could not get the look on his face out of her mind, once so innocent becoming a monster. It was like a mirror into her own soul, one she vowed to shatter if she ever lived to find him again.
It was a cold night, the storm had passed hours ago, and the sun chased what little of the clouds away as it rose over the horizon. Laying in the mouth of the large cave was the injured mare. Her broken wing had been re-broken after the healing, for she would not allow herself to be healed by one not willing to kill its prey. Stubborn and full of fierce danger, Thundara was never easy to please.
The patters of rain drops danced the stone around the cave entrance, giving off that tune that let the world know it had once more survived another storm and the gods wrath would not take them this day. The only other thing that could be hears was distant staggered breath of the wounded mare as she fought to hold the blissful dreams of death at bay. The air chilled her slightly bloody pelt. She had managed to clean enough off before collapsing once more to the floor. Just up the hill on a small cliff was a pool of blood mixed with mud where she had laid in the night after her wounds, and the weak ground gave way to her heavy hooves between the two points.
The mare almost smiled at the sounds of the birds outside, as long as she could still hear them, even under the darkness of her heavy eyes she was still alive, but even then they started to seem like a distant echo on the wind, carried away into the distance. She had her wing slumped disgustingly to the side where bone no longer met. Bits of red feathers from her mask fluttered in the wind that seemed to carry that cool breeze into the opening of the cave that Thundara was starting to realize may just be her tomb.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2015 11:42 am
Raito had been following the storm, entranced by its rage and power. He was dripping wet, water caught up in his mane and tail, making his wings heavy. Not that it really mattered, given what his wings were made of, but it would probably be very difficult for someone with feathered wings to fly. Not for him, though, he could launch himself off the cliff that was ahead of him without worry. He'd been after the storm for quite a while, but it looked like his journey would end here. As much as he could fly into the storm, he didn't think it was a really good idea. What with the lightning and all. Shaking some of the water off, he took a deep breath, expecting the now familiar sent of wet earth and storm.
Instead, he could smell blood.
Looking around in alarm, his eyes feel on a small pool of it near the edge of the cliff. It was mixed in with the mud, but the storm hadn't washed it away, so that must have meant that whoever it belonged to was still nearby. Raito just hoped that 'nearby' didn't mean 'over the cliff'. Carefully skirting the small pool, he approached the edge, peering over. There was a narrow pathway down the cliff, leading who-knew-where. But Raito could hear breathing, labored though it may be, and knew he had to follow the path.
Making sure that each step was secure before moving forward, he moved as quickly as he dared. It took him longer than he would have liked, but he finally found the mouth of a cave, the water dripping from the eaves doing nothing to hide the mare laying on the ground, one wing bent oddly. It was obviously broken, just as she was obviously wounded terribly.
"Ma'am?" He ventured carefully, stepping under the water into the mouth of the cave, but not close enough that the mare could lash out at him, if she even had the strength for that. "Are you awake? Can you hear me?" Every fiber of his being wanted to help her, to take away the pain she was in, but he had to know if she was awake first. If she even wanted his help. Well, that part didn't matter as much as the rest. He just didn't want to scare he into hurting herself even more. "I'm here to help you."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 12:04 pm
The cool air made her breathing heavy, taking in the cold breaths only seemed to continue the cry on deaths wings. She allowed the darkness to call her into its shadows, where she felt the joy of maybe coming to face with a family lost. As the moments rolled by she was to faded to hear the cries at first.
Then it came to her, like whispers in the dark. Each time he spoke it seemed to pull her away from that dark embrace witch she had searched for so long, the pure evil she had thrived to achieve for so long. 'can you hear me' he called, and yet when she went to reply no voice came.
In the dark came a light, and instead of the stallion that was standing there the broken female saw the figure of a small male, somewhere she had seen the face, then the trinkle continued until the face came out solid.
"Brother, go back home, it is not safe........ here." the mare whispered with short breath almost every word was followed by a thick gasping breath. She was delirious at this point and had no idea who was really there, but her mind played the image of a face lost long ago, calming the angry beast inside her, for now that was.
"Help me..." She whispered before once more the black took her, and silence came except the soft gasping breaths of a mare fighting to live for the first time since she forgot where she came from, and who her family was.
DarkenWoodWolf Sorry it took so long, irl hit. If you do not wish to continue just send me a pm letting me know. sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2016 9:15 am
Raito could see, even in the gray light caused by the storm, but not well enough to determine how injured the mare really was. So he lit up, slowly so as not to spook the mare, light came into being under his skin. He concentrated it in his wings, flaring them wide so that he would have the best light he could while trying to see how hurt she was.
The wing was broken, to be sure. Rai frowned and stepped closer, slowly. He really didn't want to scare her into hurting herself worse, so he let the light hopefully calm her and stepped closer, worried as to where the the blood was coming from, if it was the wing, or something else.
He startled when she spoke to him, calling him 'brother'. It was obvious she was delirious, if she could look at him and think him someone else. Though the warning stuck in his mind. If it wasn't safe, was some evil creature going to come back to try to finish her off? No, he would not allow that. He may be part unicorn, but he was part ulun'suti as well, and could hold his own. Raito would protect her until she was on her feet again.
"I am not your brother." He felt he needed to be clear on that point. Rai didn't want to play into her delusion, he did not know how she would react to her 'brother' or to anyone else she might see. He had no practice with this sort of thing. For all the training he had gotten from Kelakohr, he had never Healed someone unassisted. Rai had little doubt he could do it, but he had no experience with the debilitating side effects of pain and loss of blood. Including delusions.
"My name is Raito and I am going to heal you." He managed before she passed out again. "A small mercy." He said softly, stepping closer now that she was unconscious. "At least you are unaware of any pain until you awaken. Now, let's start with that wing, then, shall we?" Rai was hoping that the sound of his voice would soothe her into a deeper slumber as he lowered his head, touching his horn to the wounded wing, and willing it to be healed, picturing it in his mind how it should look, how the bones should be straight and unfractured. How the feathers should be smooth, covering the whole yet fragile skin. He pictured the muscles knitted together, strong and able. He pictured her wing whole and undamaged and pushed with his mind, his will, and the magic that he possessed so that it would be so. The light he carried grew brighter, his wings glowing and casting aside any shadows and his horn, just near the tip where he touched the mare, glowing brightly with magic and light.xXToxicIllusionsXx I completely understand about irl hitting, and I would love to continue, even though I am slow do to rl too. If you want to discontinue though, I understand. <3
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