08-30-2018, 07:45 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px;"]Quelque chose de mauvais se soit passée ici, Imperia thinks as she races toward the bloody scene, responding to Thea's frantic cry. Something horrible, indeed.
Yes, Roy is obviously dying on the creek bed, his aura fading with every drop of blood that flows from his open wound. He is dying, a sight which deeply upsets Imperia, but there is something more. Something that she cannot quite explain. Ever since the Maker blessed her with the Sight, the former cleric has been experiencing many instances of knowing, and yet not knowing. A nuance of fact. A hint of knowledge. Perhaps a sprinkle of foresight which defies all logic and can only lie in the realm of the supernatural. It can only be described as a thread, a string, tied around her soul and every so often, something (or someone) tugs her in a specific direction. Usually it is to take care of someone ill or injured.
Such is the case now. But as she kneels beside Roy's prone figure, whispering "Stay with me" beneath her breath, Peri glimpses an unusual sight from out of the corner of her eye. Thea. A child. A little girl with lots of energy. The youth who summoned her here and is now trying to stop Roy's bleeding. That Thea, whose aura is stained a terrible, inky black. Not the darkness of night, no, but one which is cursed and foreboding.
Imperia nearly questions it, her maw opening, the words balancing at the tip of her tongue--she shuts it with a snap; changing her mind. For now, she must focus on attempting to save Roy's life. The child can wait. "Stay with me, Roy," she repeats, using her telekinesis to retrieve the necessary herbs and tools to close the wound and stop the bleeding. But it's all in vain. She knows this even as crimson fluid stains the soft grey of her paws, and supplies are strewn about as she secures dressings on the wound. His aura is fading, and fast. By the time Peri does what she can, Roy's last ounce of life is ebbing away.
Yes, Roy is obviously dying on the creek bed, his aura fading with every drop of blood that flows from his open wound. He is dying, a sight which deeply upsets Imperia, but there is something more. Something that she cannot quite explain. Ever since the Maker blessed her with the Sight, the former cleric has been experiencing many instances of knowing, and yet not knowing. A nuance of fact. A hint of knowledge. Perhaps a sprinkle of foresight which defies all logic and can only lie in the realm of the supernatural. It can only be described as a thread, a string, tied around her soul and every so often, something (or someone) tugs her in a specific direction. Usually it is to take care of someone ill or injured.
Such is the case now. But as she kneels beside Roy's prone figure, whispering "Stay with me" beneath her breath, Peri glimpses an unusual sight from out of the corner of her eye. Thea. A child. A little girl with lots of energy. The youth who summoned her here and is now trying to stop Roy's bleeding. That Thea, whose aura is stained a terrible, inky black. Not the darkness of night, no, but one which is cursed and foreboding.
Imperia nearly questions it, her maw opening, the words balancing at the tip of her tongue--she shuts it with a snap; changing her mind. For now, she must focus on attempting to save Roy's life. The child can wait. "Stay with me, Roy," she repeats, using her telekinesis to retrieve the necessary herbs and tools to close the wound and stop the bleeding. But it's all in vain. She knows this even as crimson fluid stains the soft grey of her paws, and supplies are strewn about as she secures dressings on the wound. His aura is fading, and fast. By the time Peri does what she can, Roy's last ounce of life is ebbing away.