03-22-2020, 05:05 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Quennel is healing well.
Under the candlelight, Rin wrote on the pages of a new notebook, filling the blank space at a steady pace. The distant thunder calmed her, though she had to wonder about its source- the skies were clear then, with nary a cloud in sight. Then again, perhaps her mind was creating it out of whole cloth. I miss Nemhain, she scrawled, her ears twitching. I've accomplished... some things in my research, and it's probably for the best that she takes a break. But having her around made fighting off these-
Playerone's voice, screaming her name, sent a jolt through her, the ink splattering across the paper at the sudden stimulus. Gritting her teeth, she whipped around and snatched her satchel from beside the door, then rushed outside. The pain and panic in Play's tone had her fearing the worst, but maybe- maybe- she could be saved. Maybe this wouldn't be like Starrynight, or the deer, or...
...no, she insisted to herself, she couldn't think about the past right now. This was the now, the part she could influence.
Arriving on the scene, she hurried to Play's side. Still breathing. Quickly applying gauze to the two most severe cuts, she yelled out, "Someone get over here! I need extra paws!" The burns would need to be treated too, but her first priority was to stop the bleeding before Play lost too much blood. In her haste, she only subconsciously noticed the strange aura in the air- like the oxygen itself crackled with electricity with every breath that Play took.
Using one of her back legs to press gauze against a third cut while using her other back leg for balance, she found her gaze wandering over to the hunk of meat that Play had been carrying- probably belonging to an attacker. The scales suggested a wyvern, but she could notice a strange pattern set within the scales.
Her heart nearly stopped.
Two horizontal zigzag lines on top of each other. The symbol of Aquarius.
Skyborne.
A familiar burning feeling set into her skin, within the scars on her frame- smoke curling out of her maw as she struggled not to hyperventilate. This is your fault, the past echoed into her ears. You let her go out alone and now this happened. Hypocrite. Weak, useless. Ragged breaths pour- poured out of her, her paws pressing harder against Play's form as if to prove that she was really there and not some sick hallucination.
They can't take you from me too, she wanted to scream out, but the words would accomplish nothing. All she could do was hold Play here and hope that someone made it here soon. Clenching her jaw, Rin shut her eyes. Stay alive, she willed, though she knew Play would not hear her messages the way Nemhain could.
She could feel the energy draining from her bones, but she would not give up here.
/Rin is subconsciously attempting to use health transfer on Playerone
Under the candlelight, Rin wrote on the pages of a new notebook, filling the blank space at a steady pace. The distant thunder calmed her, though she had to wonder about its source- the skies were clear then, with nary a cloud in sight. Then again, perhaps her mind was creating it out of whole cloth. I miss Nemhain, she scrawled, her ears twitching. I've accomplished... some things in my research, and it's probably for the best that she takes a break. But having her around made fighting off these-
Playerone's voice, screaming her name, sent a jolt through her, the ink splattering across the paper at the sudden stimulus. Gritting her teeth, she whipped around and snatched her satchel from beside the door, then rushed outside. The pain and panic in Play's tone had her fearing the worst, but maybe- maybe- she could be saved. Maybe this wouldn't be like Starrynight, or the deer, or...
...no, she insisted to herself, she couldn't think about the past right now. This was the now, the part she could influence.
Arriving on the scene, she hurried to Play's side. Still breathing. Quickly applying gauze to the two most severe cuts, she yelled out, "Someone get over here! I need extra paws!" The burns would need to be treated too, but her first priority was to stop the bleeding before Play lost too much blood. In her haste, she only subconsciously noticed the strange aura in the air- like the oxygen itself crackled with electricity with every breath that Play took.
Using one of her back legs to press gauze against a third cut while using her other back leg for balance, she found her gaze wandering over to the hunk of meat that Play had been carrying- probably belonging to an attacker. The scales suggested a wyvern, but she could notice a strange pattern set within the scales.
Her heart nearly stopped.
Two horizontal zigzag lines on top of each other. The symbol of Aquarius.
Skyborne.
A familiar burning feeling set into her skin, within the scars on her frame- smoke curling out of her maw as she struggled not to hyperventilate. This is your fault, the past echoed into her ears. You let her go out alone and now this happened. Hypocrite. Weak, useless. Ragged breaths pour- poured out of her, her paws pressing harder against Play's form as if to prove that she was really there and not some sick hallucination.
They can't take you from me too, she wanted to scream out, but the words would accomplish nothing. All she could do was hold Play here and hope that someone made it here soon. Clenching her jaw, Rin shut her eyes. Stay alive, she willed, though she knew Play would not hear her messages the way Nemhain could.
She could feel the energy draining from her bones, but she would not give up here.
/Rin is subconsciously attempting to use health transfer on Playerone
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