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Post by Loner。 on Aug 14, 2017 1:39:41 GMT
The sickly smell of blood fills your nose.
Monstrous howls can be heard in the darkness before the dawn.
Death, A friend is cut down, blood spilling from his throat and belly. you didn't see the one who did the killing. Simply all of a sudden he was collapsing before your eyes.
And for what reason? who knew.
Pain. Yo barely manage to avoid being killed in a similar brutal fashion. The wound is shallow but you can feel the blood running sticky down your neck.
You can not stay here, Nor can you save the lost. You can only hope that some of your friends and kin manage to stay alive.
You summon your magic.The world warps before you....
The air wavers, like a heatwave in a desert, culminating into a bright flash of white light. It quickly resolves itself into a slender quadrupedal figure, who collapses on the ground. She is covered in blood. some of it her own.
It is highly tempting for her to rest for a moment, yet the danger of falling to sleep while bearing a notable wound is something she knows well. She must not let herself fade into rest before ensuring that the wound is at least properly clotted if not speeding up the healing in some way. That means more magic, a further strain on her already wounded body.
Unfortunately it is necessary. The hound like dragon forces her forelegs to support her weight, using a paw to preform motions to begin setting the spell in place. The Magic in the air to her is tactile to her. she does not need to use reserves of her already expired internal energy except in executing the gestures to begin expediting her healing.
It is too bad she can not heal herself fully all at once. She hopes she is near friendly civilization, be it human, beast, or some other kind.
If there is anyone dangerous near she is well aware that she is an easy target, yet she does not think that she can warp herself away again this soon.
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Post by 0 on Aug 14, 2017 3:37:42 GMT
Wind flew through the forest steppe. Grasses waved wildly in the warm breeze, and the trees rustled so loudly that one could almost touch the noise.
Dusty gray eyes narrowed against the wind as it rushed against his muddy face, the tattooed man kneeling on the ground in the shadow of a tree, his reddish brown skin matching neatly up with the bark. Save for the wind in the trees, silence pervaded the meadow ahead; slowly, he pulled taut a bow string.
One eye shut as he tensed the muscles in his arm, taking in a breath and holding it as he aimed the arrow. A short brown fallow deer, its spotted coat rippling in the sunlight, its growing antlers still in summer velvet, grazed in the glade, its nose turned upwind of him.
Just as he let go of the string, however, the air before the deer rippled and flashed. The animal had disappeared, its place taken by another. The man rose to his feet as he watched the arrow bolt for the large iridescent beast that had now fallen upon the ground from out of thin air.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 14, 2017 21:59:46 GMT
The yell of pain was rather human for a creature with the shape of a beast. There was something animal about it as well, a voice perfectly capable of speech in either sort of language. It was also unmistakably feminine.
The arrow. It didn't matter where it had come from. It was now lodged in her side. At least this was not more deadly a wound than the ones the slender dragon had already sustained. If it was treated quickly she could survive this.
Dark sapphire eyes flashed, looking for the source of the arrow, while the female tried to calculate the odds of there being another to come. If not she could perhaps try and pull it out, but if she saw another arrow on the fly, or saw a hunter with weapons clearly intended to cut her flesh, the. Better for her to try to get out of here too first.
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Post by 0 on Aug 14, 2017 22:40:05 GMT
The human winced at the almost unmistakably human shout that split from the beast. Although there was something of an animal cry mixed in there, he found himself immediately doubting that this was an altogether unintelligent creature.
Regardless, he didn't know what this animal was, whether its meat would be any good to eat. Blood seemed to be pooling around it, the sticky drops glinting off the blades of grass.
Uncertain, he took a few cautious steps, which left part of his body exposed in the light that poured across the glade, the curve of the bow poking out as well.
All of his regular adornments had been left elsewhere, so that he wouldn't make such a racket while out hunting, and the man now stood there with only a cloth around his waist and a quiver strapped to his back, skin halfway covered in mud in an attempt to hide his scent from any quarry that he'd have been tracking. Although he did possess lean musculature, he appeared rather thin without all the objects hanging around his clothes.
His muscles remained tense as he stood there, small eyes watching the beast very closely, ready to run should it prove itself strong enough to chase after him. However, to him it looked like it was covered in blood, about to bleed out on the field. Without treatment it would surely die; perhaps it was going to in the next few seconds even.
Furthermore, he couldn't ignore the fact that it had just popped up out of nowhere -- or perhaps the deer had actually transformed into this? But how--why? The deer had appeared perfectly healthy....
Mind whirling, the man stood and watched, frozen in indecision with faint shock creasing his brow.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 16, 2017 0:38:47 GMT
"Don't come close." The iridescent creature warned, picking a human tongue though she did not know if it was one the human would know. At least he should be able to tell it was a speech humans used she hoped. It wouldn't sway everyone, but it might sway those who had enough respect for intelligent creatures to not strike one while she was down.
It seemed she had some time.
The arrow wound would bleed more once the arrow was pulled out therefore it was better to focus on the older wounds first if she had time to treat them.
Keeping an eye on the stranger as he approached, the dragon gestured a spell, drawing energy from her surroundings in order to set the nasty wound in her chest on the mend. Those who could sense magic would be able to feel the energy move like a breeze towards the dragon. She molded her flesh back into place slowly, making sure the wound was clotted first off, so that she was not going to bleed out further.
The near naked man seemed to not be moving, buying her some time. She was keeping a close eye on him in case he might fit another arrow to the string.
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Post by 0 on Aug 16, 2017 1:25:04 GMT
The animal spoke. He recognized the language, could speak some of it, well enough that he knew what was being said.
He stayed where he was, not particularly taken aback by its apparent capacity for speech. Although he kept his bow close, it was more for should it decide to go after him; he wasn't one to attack, much less eat, things that could talk with some manner of intelligence, and the sentence to him suggested that it wasn't merely parroting the words.
He observed the strange gestures that it made, and, having absolutely no sense of magic, eyed the hands with no understanding as to what it was doing. Although it was difficult to see from his distance, the ragged wound on its chest was too big not to notice; he watched in amazement as the flesh seemed to seal and stitch itself up, the blood around it clotting too fast to be natural.
Slowly he lowered his bow, eyes fixed on the strange beast, not sure what to think of what he'd just witnessed.
After a few beats, he caught his breath and managed to stumble out an uncertain apology: "Sorry the arrow?"
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 17, 2017 21:35:56 GMT
The wound was at least stable.
The lengthy beast laboriously pulled herself to a standing position, wincing as the movement aggravated both of the wounds, though the arrow one more so since it was still lodged in her flesh. "And, you can pull it out, at least easier than I." She answered him, knowing that she had to be practical first off.
Hopefully the arrow was not barbed or crafted in such a way that it would get caught on her flesh on the way out. weapons were barbed often so that they would stay in the wound, or cause more damage as they were pulled out. Yes he in hunting had shot the arrow, but she though wounded was not worried about that factor being used to potentially arm her more than she already was. She hoped she was correctly judging the hunter's character in that he wouldn't cause her intentional harm now that he knew she could talk. He also had the advantage of having true hands (unlike her paw-hands), and being able to reach the arrow from a better angle for pulling it straight out.
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Post by 0 on Aug 17, 2017 21:58:20 GMT
He took a cautious step back as the beast began to stand, revealing its form beyond the crumpled mess of blood and scales he'd been having to stare at. It was bigger than he'd at first thought it was, standing on long legs that left its shoulders practically as tall as him, the head rising even higher, and the body more than twice as long as that.
It was asking him to pull the arrow out. Naturally, he was hesitant to approach such a large animal, no matter the fact that it talked as a human did. But it was by his bow that the arrow had lodged itself in the stranger's flesh, and it would be by his hand that he was bound to amend his wrong, even if it was wholly by accident (in a way that he never would have predicted).
Hooking the bow around his shoulder, he carefully began to walk towards the brightly marked creature, watching it closely for any sudden movements, any signs that it was trying to trick him for an easy meal. There was a small wooden handle sheathed beside the cloth that wrapped around his waist, attached to a hunting blade made to skin dead animals; he tried to keep that side of him out of view from the beast, while leaving that same arm close, just in case he should need it.
He sidled around the animal at an angle that he hoped would force it to turn on its paws should it wish to bite him, coming just close enough so that he could reach forward and wrap his fingers around the arrow. The arrowhead was nothing special, just a shard of flint that had been carved into a side-notched projectile point.
The notches made it so that the arrow couldn't naturally be worked out, and would require a good grip to pull it out -- something that most animals wouldn't be able to achieve. This meant that a bit of flesh would be caught and removed in the process, but would not be nearly so painful as, say, a porcupine's barbed quill being forced out.
With practiced skill, the man would slide the arrow out in one smooth motion, legs tense as he prepared for some manner of reaction to the pain that the action would produce.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 19, 2017 23:24:03 GMT
Creators above, That hurt to have pulled out. The slender female resisted the urge to bite, or pull away and clenched her teeth together.
At least it was fast, and without little warning or preamble. Drawing it out would have been worse.
The pain was less once it was over and the shaft finally out. Unfortunately the blood was more. The wound was small, but the Arrow's momentum had made it a bit deeper than the larger gash in her chest. It was painfully noticeable with every breath. At least now she could actually focus on healing.
The slender mammal-like dragon took the time to use magic to stop the bleeding.
After she thought she'd done enough, she carefully lowered her head a bit so that she need not be towering over the human man. "Thanks...I Think I'll be alright now."
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Post by 0 on Aug 20, 2017 0:01:49 GMT
He braced himself as the arrow slid out, but thankfully the animal didn't seem keen on attacking him after the deed had been done.
Carefully he stepped away, moving himself to a distance that was at least one whole body length of the large beast. He was still holding the arrow, and, keeping one eye on the creature, he took the moment to examine the object. Flesh and scales hung from both the head and the shaft; the delicate feathered fletchling seemed unharmed, but there was a long crack in the softwood around it. Otherwise the arrow appeared undamaged, and, once it had been cleaned, it would be fit for reuse, though perhaps only at closer ranges in order to compensate for what little off-set the crack could cause.
He slid the bloody arrow into the quiver on his back, trying not to dislodge the materials that were clinging to it -- there was a chance that he could use the meat or scales for something later, whether as bait, decoration, or even a trading item.
The blood pouring from the animal's newfound wound seemed to stop much sooner than it should have, just as it had on the other injury. He wondered what was the cause of such a miraculous healing ability; drugs, genetics, something else?
He nodded as the animal spoke again, not feeling particularly safer now that its jaws were level with his face. He held his hand up, not much higher than his chest, to offer it a friendly wave as he began to turn away, although he did not allow his back to face the beast as he began to walk back towards the trees.
Oddness aside, he didn't want to press the issue of what he'd just witnessed. Things would be much better if he just let it alone; besides, he had a meal to track down.
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Post by Loner。 on Aug 20, 2017 23:08:05 GMT
The man was leaving already? well of course that made sense. She'd suddenly appeared in the middle of his hunting after all.
Thanks to the smell of her own blood, and that of others in her nose, she could not offer him much help with that, or any other payment for his help in removing the arrow. Her scales under her fur were fragile like fish scales, and might not hold up for long. It was no wonder she had gotten hurt so easily.
"Good luck I guess." She wished the man figuring it best to not follow but find her own way. Her bloody scent would scare the prey.
She hoped she could find some other help or at least a shelter to rest at.
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