04-09-2009, 06:33 PM
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~~~ OuO
Should we bring Bane in or wait another post? ^=^
500+
Without being able to see his eyes, the female could not discern whether he had heard her. She thought for a moment to remove that cloth, but she could not bring herself to do it, unwilling to ignore his request and to take advantage of his position. The warrior respected him too much for that. Instead, she tried to listen to his breathing, to detect a change in the pattern. The fae brought herself nearer, her woad bound ears swiveling to better catch that needed sound. But already, from the loss of blood, it had become shallow and burdened. It was strange being so near to another who was so near to death, for it was not an enemy that she had cut down in a battle. It was a new experience for the female, and she recognized the difference between a dying enemy and a dying friend. Something new gripped her heart, something like fear but different somehow, as if there was a hope attached to it. Again, the female hoped that she was not too late.
As she pulled back, ready to attempt to move him, he spoke, calling her name. A light smile graced her maw as relief washed over her. But she heard the weakness that had taken the place of the blood that flowed still freely from the wound and new that she must hurry. Weakness was not a thing often heard within this male’s voice—in fact, though she had only come to know him recently, she had never heard such a thing, and she knew that she should not hear such a thing. As he attempted to push himself up, the warrior helped with her hands already gripping his lapels. When he told her that he needed help, she lifted the red cloth and realized that it was red for the color of his blood. Momentarily, she peered beneath it to assess the extent of the damage. The white orbs passed over the shredded flesh, and she put the pressure there as she looked up at the male. "I’ll get you the help—I have to take you to someone I know." For a moment, she was still as if unsure as to whether he would accept such a thing, but she knew that he was not stupid. Now was the time between life and death.
Shifting in the wet earth, the warrior moved to the arm that was unhindered by the wound, placing his arm around her. With the proximity, she could smell him in great detail, and what else she smelled almost made her strength fail her. Corvus...? Not again; perhaps she was mistaken. But with a sudden surge of strength, the female pushed the thoughts away as she defied the gravity that weighed the man down, bringing them both to standing. She paused again as she reset herself and then began to turn in the direction of the house that belonged to Bane. And she hoped that he would not turn them away. "Stay with me, Onus," the alto melody called urgently. "Who did this...?" Her voice was gentle, letting him know that he didn’t need to answer. But she wanted to try and keep him talking, to keep him engaged so that she would not lose him. She didn’t want to lose him, and she knew this to be true.
~~~ OuO
Should we bring Bane in or wait another post? ^=^
500+
Without being able to see his eyes, the female could not discern whether he had heard her. She thought for a moment to remove that cloth, but she could not bring herself to do it, unwilling to ignore his request and to take advantage of his position. The warrior respected him too much for that. Instead, she tried to listen to his breathing, to detect a change in the pattern. The fae brought herself nearer, her woad bound ears swiveling to better catch that needed sound. But already, from the loss of blood, it had become shallow and burdened. It was strange being so near to another who was so near to death, for it was not an enemy that she had cut down in a battle. It was a new experience for the female, and she recognized the difference between a dying enemy and a dying friend. Something new gripped her heart, something like fear but different somehow, as if there was a hope attached to it. Again, the female hoped that she was not too late.
As she pulled back, ready to attempt to move him, he spoke, calling her name. A light smile graced her maw as relief washed over her. But she heard the weakness that had taken the place of the blood that flowed still freely from the wound and new that she must hurry. Weakness was not a thing often heard within this male’s voice—in fact, though she had only come to know him recently, she had never heard such a thing, and she knew that she should not hear such a thing. As he attempted to push himself up, the warrior helped with her hands already gripping his lapels. When he told her that he needed help, she lifted the red cloth and realized that it was red for the color of his blood. Momentarily, she peered beneath it to assess the extent of the damage. The white orbs passed over the shredded flesh, and she put the pressure there as she looked up at the male. "I’ll get you the help—I have to take you to someone I know." For a moment, she was still as if unsure as to whether he would accept such a thing, but she knew that he was not stupid. Now was the time between life and death.
Shifting in the wet earth, the warrior moved to the arm that was unhindered by the wound, placing his arm around her. With the proximity, she could smell him in great detail, and what else she smelled almost made her strength fail her. Corvus...? Not again; perhaps she was mistaken. But with a sudden surge of strength, the female pushed the thoughts away as she defied the gravity that weighed the man down, bringing them both to standing. She paused again as she reset herself and then began to turn in the direction of the house that belonged to Bane. And she hoped that he would not turn them away. "Stay with me, Onus," the alto melody called urgently. "Who did this...?" Her voice was gentle, letting him know that he didn’t need to answer. But she wanted to try and keep him talking, to keep him engaged so that she would not lose him. She didn’t want to lose him, and she knew this to be true.