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Post by Dawby on Mar 11, 2006 22:07:32 GMT -5
"Talking?" Rastko said with his eyes closed. "That doesn't sound too bad."
He yipped in surprise as Natalya began to clean the wound, every muscle clenching against the pain. If it didn't hurt so bad, he would have been beyond embarrassed.
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Post by sera on Mar 12, 2006 8:19:59 GMT -5
Natalya paused briefly in her cleaning to glance at the Hunter's face. With his eyes closed she could see more of the leaf marking that ornamented his eyelid. "Perhaps not," she said softly, gaze flicking back to the pair. "But I don't trust that Warriour. I think he's trying to make the Mage angry." She hesitated just a moment longer then went back to cleaning. The wound was deep and it should have been easy to heal, but Mikhael had done. . . something to the flesh and she wasn't certain she could get it to heal without a scar.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 12, 2006 14:04:51 GMT -5
Once he feels he's far enough from the group, Aniol leaps into the air silently, rocketing swiftly over the landscape. He says not a word to Mahu, hoping that she chose to continue to follow. It would be much simpler with two pairs of eyes and two noses. He knows that time is of the essence, and in order to find Casimir (or any other Warriour, for that matter), they will need to cover a lot of ground in a very short amount of time.
"M-Mikhael! Please, don't..!" she cries out and whimpers as he pulls the feather out, hugging her wing tightly against her side. The whites of her eyes show with her fear, and she is trembling furiously. The memory of her wings being torn is vivid in her mind, especially now, and it is starting to send her into blind panic. Kolya notices this, and glances at the female, his gaze flickering.
"Mikhael. You were once an esteemed Warriour yourself," he murmurs, rage beginning to rise at the treatment of the female. "And now you use your talents to torment the one you claim you love. Can't you see how you terrify her now?" he hisses the words, hackles raising.
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Post by Dawby on Mar 12, 2006 17:01:36 GMT -5
At the impassioned plea from Mikhael's mate, Rastko jerked his head up straight. "What did he do?" he snapped angrily. "What is he doing to her?" He struggled to rise.
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Post by sera on Mar 12, 2006 22:51:57 GMT -5
The Fire female leapt after him, tricoloured hair dancing in the movements of her flight. They knew Mozer was somewhere in these lands, and Mozer's presence often meant Casimir's. Even the brindle Scholar might be of use here; Mozer was known to be able to talk down just about anyone. Though. .. would he be proof against Mikhael's strange insanity?
Natalya reacted to Rastko, pressing gently against him, warning him not too move too much, even as she quickly turned to see wot had happened. "He pulled out one of her feathers. It probably didn't hurt too much, just frightened her." And small wonder if it had. Natalya would have been terror stricken, even at that small action.
Mikhael tilted his head at Kolya, pain and confusion flashing briefly through his eyes before they're replaced again by the look of blank madness. "Once? I am still a Warriour, unlike some." He showed his teeth again, seeming to ignore the female, though one ear had flicked towards her. He could feel her shakes beneath his foot and knew, in some distant part of his mind, that she must be trembling violently for her tail to prove it as well.
"She is mine," he retorted softly. The Mage's words suddenly recalled his attention to the Trance female, and he turned to stare down at the trembling form with something like fondness in his gaze. Mikhael nuzzled her neck gently, oblivious to her panic.
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Post by Dawby on Mar 13, 2006 13:51:06 GMT -5
Rastko's stiff form relaxed again discernably and he let out something like a sigh.
"Thank you," he murmured to the healer. "How does it look? Should I be expecting my prey to get the better of me from now on?"
The last sentence is colored with a hint of humor.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 17, 2006 0:08:21 GMT -5
Aniol hovers for a moment in mid-air, glancing at the Fire before looking over the landscape once more. "Do you see any areas which look likely?" he calls to her, gaze sweeping broadly. There was a cave to the north; That could prove interesting.. Beyond that, he had little idea.
"Perhaps I am no longer a Warriour." Kolya speaks with an odd note to his voice, almost a sneer. "..But at least most would still consider me Gryvern, unlike you. You are nothing more than a sick facade of what you were."
Havrani is almost comforted by the touch, but it revolts her at the same time. The Mage spoke true - it was her mate's body, his smell, his voice, but... It was not him. If she could, she would break down, as for so long she had wished that maybe, somehow, Mikhael's condition would improve. So in love with him she was... For now, all she felt she could do was return the affection, carefully, terrified to set him off again.
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Post by sera on Mar 17, 2006 3:59:03 GMT -5
"It will heal fully, just. . . " the Earth hesitated slightly. "I don't know wot he did to it," she admitted. "I think it will scar." She felt as though she had failed as a Healer.
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"Well, Casimir does have that new mate," Mahu pointed out quietly, turning her head to follow the path of the Air's gaze. "I'm not sure if she has a preference for caves, but it might be worth it to check it out." The Fire tilted her head and angled for the cave as well.
In fact, Aniol had a good guess indeed, and Casimir lifted his head suddenly, dark purple eyes serious and intent. "Someone's out there," he pointed out softly, though the tsume with him likely knew as soon or before he did.
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Mikhael sighed softly at her hesitant response to him, continuing to nuzzle her gently. Havrani was his everything. "If I'm not Gryvern, I wonder wot I might be. . . " the words were softly spoken, but the red eyes flashed with some indiscernible emotion. His lip lifted at Kolya, occasionally bringing a sharp tooth grazing against the Trance female's throat, though he certainly didn't mean to injure her just then. Nevertheless, he left one or two shallow scratches along her blue hide.
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Post by Dawby on Mar 17, 2006 11:24:31 GMT -5
The antlered hunter didn't respond for a moment, only lay quietly with eyes closed. Finally, he moved his lips in a faint smile.
"As long is everything works, right?"
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Post by Thalron on Mar 20, 2006 22:42:32 GMT -5
Jaradka already knew there was someone out there, but alot of people had passed them by thus far, and didn't feel the need to mention anything unless they came close... But when Casimir said that something was out there she lifted her head up and looked towards the opening of the cave. "Does Casimir prey want to hunt the outside prey?" she asked, obviously (atleast probably obvious if you knew her) asking if he wanted to go and see who/what was out there... And possibly chase them around or otherwise Terrorize them.
Caves were Jaradka's favored places of rest, however she always tried to find ones that were in the sides of mountains or other such places where it would be harder for most regular predators or scavengars to reach... She also liked caves that had more than one entrance, but would make do with any that she happened to find near... Well, whenever she felt the need to sleep, which was not neccesarily night time.
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Post by Xenon on Mar 23, 2006 20:03:40 GMT -5
Aniol landed near the cave, his feet touching ground softly. Indeed, he could smell Gryvern in the air as well as a foreign, peculiar scent. To him, this was a sure sign they had found what it was they were looking for. His body posture was tense, but non threatening, and he called out softly. "Casimir..?" In a way, he was filled with excitement at speaking to the renowned Warriour without Mozer nearby, but he knew that time was of the essence, and so all conversation would be forced to a later date.
Havrani keeps back a yelp at the scratches, trying desperately to keep her mate calm. She closes her eyes, hoping to hide her fear in that manner, and continues to return the dangerous affection, licking softly at Mikhael's nose. She wishes, more than anything, that she could desire to be close to the crimson Warriour once more and no longer cringe at his touch, but she knows now that the chances of that are slim to none.
"A shadow of your former self, devoid of meaning and worth." Kolya murmurs, sickened. He could see the female's fear, and the fact that her "mate" continued his advances made him re-think exactly how insane he was. This Gryvern was deeply, deeply disturbed. "Something that can be looked at with only pity... And disgust."
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Post by sera on Mar 23, 2006 20:27:38 GMT -5
"That seems wise," Casimir had initially responded, and then the new pair were upon them. Or, at least, upon their hiding place. The Dark rose easily, head cocking to one side at the call of his name. He didn't recognize the voice, but that wasn't unusual. He didn't really understand his notoriety and didn't bother thinking about it too much. Dark eyes rested upon the entrance and the outline silouhetted there. "Who calls me?" the Warriour finally responded in a low voice. He still wasn't really concerned about being tracked down. Even if it was for nefarious purposes, he'd had little worry for anything since his joining with Jaradka. Anything he couldn't handle she certainly could and anything she couldn't handle the pair of them could.
Mahu-ike dropped gracefully beside the Air and Casimir's dark eyes rove this form as well. He didn't recognize her either, though. "We need your assistance," the Fire female called into the darkness, white hide shuddering softly. It seemed, for the moment, like trying to make a deal with the devil. Standing in the morning's light and reaching into the dark. She shook her head again, sending the end of her hair dancing along her skin.
"Assistance?" the Dark echoed softly, glancing up at his companion again. There wasn't any question that he would go help if he could, but it might seem as though he was questioning the summons.
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"Everything will work just fine," Natalya hastened to assure Rastko, inspecting the wound with a careful eye. It looked clean now, and she was pleased by that much at least. "This will sting and make you tired," she warned the Earth. She flicked her tail around to use that feather in this healing, for it would go deep.
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Mikhael gaped a sudden grin at Kolya's words, the fangs pressing briefly against Havrani's throat before he slowly lifted his head to present that mad smile to the Mage. "She is all the meaning and worth I need." Perhaps that wasn't helping the case of his sanity, romantic as the words might sound. Blood eyes shifted back to his mate, and that dangerous glint shone brightly to her. "Do you pity me, Havrani?" he crooned at her. "Are you disgusted?"
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Post by Thalron on Mar 25, 2006 7:03:54 GMT -5
Thump-click thump...click Jaradka was very interested in this new prey, thus far she had only met three and couldn't tell if they were normal for the type or not. She wondered if they would want to run, and as she began to break free of the shadows and come towards the opening of the cave she let her claws click and clack on the ground with each step... echoing slightly as she began to speak in her rather eerie voice. "What does the prey, prey want?" They were all shorter than herself, skinnier. Her red eyes stared intently down upon them, trying to pick out all the small twitches, markings and reactions to her coming out in such a... Threatening manner.
Casimir could probably tell her next question would be something along the lines of whether they wanted to run, because she likes to hunt. Ah yes, jaradka had such pleasant first impressions... At least they were in her mind since it was rather often that things would take flight from such an approach, although she neglected to 'grin' puff herself up or extend her wings partially as she so often did, this was because of the limited space though not her consciously being nicer.
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Post by Dawby on Mar 25, 2006 11:06:35 GMT -5
"I don't think being tired right now is such a good - "
Ooo! She was right. That did sting. But now there was a strange warmth pooling out in all directions from the center of his wound. Over the raw flesh, there was the sensation of a thousand dancing needles, but through the rest of his body, there was only that strange, sleepy warmth. Rastko meant to lift his head to see just what exactly was going on with his shoulder, but he found he had no real drive to flex the muscles required for the task. I'll do it in just a moment, he told himself, but there was a not unpleasant fuzziness behind his eyes, and his lids drooped.
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Post by Xenon on Apr 2, 2006 16:02:56 GMT -5
"I am Aniol, Scholar and friend of Mozer." Once more, the male drops his head with respect. Though his oversized tail wraps tightly around his rear legs, stunned to see the large and intimidating dragon, somehow he is able to keep cool when the female Tsume makes her threatening greeting. After all, he figures she wouldn't.. eat Gryvern, would she? "There is a fight between Gryvern. One is an.. insane male who seems to desire to kill his mate. The other is your brother, Kolya. My companions and myself do not consider ourselves fighters, so we rushed to find you with as much swiftness as possible." He speaks quickly, knowing there is no time to rest.
"I only want to find a way to heal you, Mikhael, my love. Please, calm your madness, for me." Havrani whispers urgently, terrified yet continuing an attempt to calm her mate. "You do not disgust me, I do not pity you." she tentatively licks his nose, a behaviour which she had often used in the past when there appeared to be any problem with the crimson Warriour.
Kolya shakes his head, unsure weather to be amused or sickened by the two. His claws trace a pattern through the ground, as he is agitated by this standstill. "Release her, Mikhael." he growls quietly, single eye glinting dangerously.
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