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RE: A Storm Upon The Waters - Valkyrie - 04-04-2018
(Exit) RE: A Storm Upon The Waters - Roscorro - 04-26-2018 Roscorro The two mares had long since vanished into the jungle when a quiet creature immerged. Drawn by the scent of infection and horse. Smoke billowed out before him as he approached. Fangs were bared as the scent of the suffering stallion brushed his nose. A vision flashed before his eyes. Fangs enclosed around the other's neck. He could feel the breath catch in the other's throat as his jaws choked off the air from his weakening body. Slowly, slowly the life would begin to drain from the man that had fought so hard to survive. Stillness. Death. The other's blood upon his lips, tainting his tongue with its glorious flavor. He snapped back into reality with a shuttered. This was not why he had come. He had come to save, not kill. That was not who he was. He swept towards the still form of Ricochet, nose low to the ground. He watched the other with large eyes and grey and stormy as the sky above. He carefully walked around the stallion, eyes never leaving his form. He stopped before him, angled towards the injured shoulder. The towering savior tapped into his magic. Heat spilled out from him, casing his body and that of Ricochet's to steam as the rain was evaporated around them. That heat would seep into the other's shoulder, taking away the pain and infection. It would do its best to help knit the wound together, but the damage was so bad. The infection too deep. It was all he could do to clear the tain from the other's body. He could at least keep it from getting this bad again. Setting the wound on the right track. The warmth would ebb, retreating back into Rosco, taking the pain and infection with it. Exhaustion fell upon his like a mountain. His sides heaved, his heavy breath misting in cooling air. His head bowed over the still form of Ricochet as his legs shook. He took several deep breaths to gather himself before retreating from the other's form. "That should do it." He muttered. He turned slowly, his tired head held low as he plodded off into the jungle. He would watch from the shadows until the other stirred, before slipping off to find a place for himself to rest. talk talk talk |