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Post by Skylos on Jun 20, 2019 0:39:29 GMT -6
The sound of a slowly squeaking object brings Ridelys out of her flattened stupor. Its a bit hard to open her eyes, they feel stuck, sticky. Blindly, she reaches up, feeling her face. A crusted gash meets wandering fingers, trailing now cold liquid around and over her eyes. Yes, head wounds do bleed a lot. The squeaking comes again, slowly, like a procussive instrument of being squeezed then released. She lies there, making sure there were no other significant wounds that she could feel through blind inspection. Just the gash it seemed. Good. Carefully, she used her arms to sit up slowly, peeling blood dampened clothing off the floor. Ouch. The wound pulses, but as she checks it again, she feels the warm marking upon her brow. SQUEEEAK A mixture of confused, fear, anxiety, travels through her new ribbon connection. The draenix is near, distressed. Injured? 'Are you hurt' she asks without words. Imagining the draenix with a bad leg or wing, hobble-moving and making noise. The resulting 'no' is clear, but still distressed. Not hurt. No, she's the one hurt. And they are concerned. Mildly concerned. 41 1.5 1.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 20, 2019 0:45:12 GMT -6
'You are distressed. Why' she finally asks, still blindly examining her maladies by touch. The blood of her gash is holding the lids shut. Its a bombardment of imagery; no eyes were needed at the exact second. Like any young creature unused to their power, the draenix's insecure mental imagery is very very strong. A giant flaming bird. A building pressure inside, the resulting explosion; but no fire. The task. A guardian, a guide... well shoot. This wasn't the first creature that had been swept into the pinnacle of fire; no, that was Caiman, resultedly extinguishing her from the outside of a punishment for greed. The other, she had no actual idea bout, but another of her kennel felt very drawn to. Not Nimbus, surprisingly. So the draenix had been... tasked? She did remember a vague lession in her youth of the spirit beasts using other creatures or humans as guideposts on a spirit journey.... that must be it. 42 2.5 2.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 20, 2019 5:20:04 GMT -6
As for the draenix, they're nearby, laying down. Their wings are slowly beginning to regenerate, but its a slower process. For it wasn't the fire expended, but the energy. Unable to really figure out what had happened, they waited for her to waken, using the cinnamon roll toy as a stress relief. There was indifference, but still unease. Unease of having their control swept away so easily by a force unseen. But this time, they'd been fully aware of the usage of their power, not of free will, and the destruction it caused without burning. If their initial explosiveness hadn't driven the female away from them, this would. A gnawing unease of being unable to guide. Indignant of the thing that stole their control; for that was a very dear feeling to hold onto. She's awake, alive. Initial fears over; walls apparently are very painful. There was no wound from impacting the door though. 43 3.5 3.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 20, 2019 5:33:56 GMT -6
'Its almost sweet that you appear so concerned for my wellbeing.' Ridelys muttered as she spat into both palms. Her own spit would have to work for now in order to loosen the hold of her eyelids and lashes so she could see properly. The lack of hygiene would be a problem for future Ridelys; present just wanted to see again, and unlikely she was going to find something, or the draenix, to lick her face clean. The jumbled array of imagery had slowed down, even stopped. Instead, she got a mirror image of her bloodied self, licking her own face clean with her hands. Ew, but needed. It took a lot of spit and time, but she managed to unstick her eyelids and lashes to open them again. No fires, no collapsed mansion. Good. A sigh of relief. She glanced at the crossbreed, nervously chewing on their cinnamon roll. It squeaked a bit. 44 4.5 4.20
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Post by Skylos on Jun 20, 2019 5:38:50 GMT -6
'As for the being a guardian, I've got at least four babysitters. You don't have to.' she points out. 'Not every single one of my sitters have seen the eagle though....' or did any of them. She'd told Caiman the story, but that had been after being nearly incinerated alive. She didn't know if he'd initially seen-, she'd ask when they got out of here. Because the drake would be having her hide for this. He was presently holed up in the stable for the tournament. The draenix considers this. In the short amount of time from charging out of the kennel for fresh air until now, the theron had not left their side once. Had not fled. Just talked. Talked and talked; was afraid, but not leaving. {I do not know of what a guardian does. I am not prepared, you are not willing.} they finally decide. {Accompany, but not guide.} Well it was a start at least. And the house hadn't thrown something stupid at them yet. 45 5.5 13/15 5.20
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Post by Renathan on Jun 20, 2019 10:01:29 GMT -6
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Post by Skylos on Jun 30, 2019 14:54:45 GMT -6
That was fine; for some reason her horde (or those who had been around long enough in it) believed she had not enough cautiousness for her own safety; a deathwish if one would be blunt about it. How? Oh I don't know, jumping on a sarane's back to force a barrel roll while he's in midair close to the hill? So two guardians were enough to start with, although both Caiman and Xylophone were too big to accompany her places. Heck, even the draenix neared that height. Oh the fun times of being a slight bit short of limb. Or just plain short. That, and having her spirit eagle be angry enough at one point to attempt burning her alive mentally. Yes, that wasn't her finer moments. No one is perfect; and Ridelys believed this. She had no idea how to accept having a guardian either. All she could do was watch the draenix's movements as their head followed a dancing pair of fireflies, and a blue fire. 46 1.5 8.20
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Post by Skylos on Jul 14, 2019 4:10:30 GMT -6
Before either draenix or Theron could take another step further, something spiked around them. A magical force, like a dustpan and broom almost pushing them backwards, out of the house. Down the path, the path they took so long to even get down, and back towards the gate. Snarling, the draenix tried to fight against it, but the broom sweeping wind had no weak spots. Left right up down, even above, it was shoving them out. For once both of them had set foot outside on the cobbles beside the gate, it swung shut on them with a resounding clang. Nothing had prepared Ridelys for that. Her shorter mane on flyaway, she stood frozen briefly. The house had literally just swept them out the door! How rude! "[What was that?]" they both wondered at the exact same time. Glancing at her guardian to be, the theron walks forward, reaching out to gently brush the iron gates. Her hand rebounds with a 'bong' sound. Like a barrier. What had been done wrong? July 1 (post 47) 2.5 11.20
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