table © Alaine
ooc: no problem, libri :3 i really need to get aim :|
lame post, but there isn't much for me to do atm
Blood burned beneath her skin, sickly blue veins still vibrating with each pulse of an adrenaline-laden heart. And beneath her eye-lids that terrifying cobalt gaze was scorched, those soulless pupils that she knew would linger there for the rest of her life. One never forgot death re-incarnate, not when he'd come so close to shredding her apart, so close that she'd felt the cold air about his body, that she'd felt the wicked curve of each talon.
Alaine knew that her dagger had missed, and coiled over as she was, there was little, if anything, she could do to help the brawling caramel-pelted fool who dared take on Lucifer. And constantly, constantly, she waited for the sound of fatality to ring in her ears. Could she survive this? Would the sun rise tomorrow morn' and light her bones, bleaching in this very quiet graveyard of pines?
The sounds of mortal combat battered at her floppy collie ears, but broken as she was the young beauty did not, could not, respond. The blood river still trickled, albeit slower now. She rose one hand to swipe the stinging copper ooze from her blinded eye, felt it shake like a shallow breath against her heated forehead. But her hair, those lustrous tangles of sweet ruby and auburn, remained firmly rooted to the dull ache of her skull. No tears came, no swarms of emotion, just that delicious mental numbness that breached her from the terror screaming havoc beneath. In this surprisingly calm state, the healer was able to harness her consciousness, able to recognize still her crumpled body's need for escape.
With each movement grating against her broken ribs, the young beauty began to drag herself away from the battle, towards the trunk of a nearby sentinel pine. Her oiled cloak rustled over the dead leaves beneath, its bloody hue stark against the exposed paleness of her flesh.
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