Infected [Closed/Aiyana]

[Widow]

HP 21% | MP 95%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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Widow hesitated outside the penumbral mouth of the cave, tilting her head this way and that as she looked for any sign of activity. The sheer darkness put her off a little, but she fondled the oil-soaked torch at her belt, considering her next move. The marsh was eerily silent, not even insect sounds permeated the stagnant hush. The shifting of Widow's weight from one leg to the other rustled some dead twigs, the small noise seeming extremely loud in the pocket of quiet.



The Elf let out a thoughtful suspiration, checking the area around the entrance. A damp mist wove between her feet, masking the ground above the wetter areas of marshland. There was no sign of recent movement around the cave, though the environment itself was near perfect for the foul creatures. The cave was without any light, not even the odd brazier smouldered in the entrance, as was sometimes typical where small covens were involved. The surrounding swampy area provided much cover, and had made the cave difficult to find, though Blackwood was only a short walk away. It should have been ideal for a goblin, but she couldn't see the faintest sign of one.



Widow gathered herself. She had two iron swords she pilfered from the guards at Cidna mines of the Sarum Frontier strapped to her belt, and a broad light cloth on her back, which she took down the hood for a better field of vision. For a brief moment she placed the weapon by her feet while she withdrew and lit the single torch she carried, retrieving the weapon afterward. She took a last breath of the outside air, held the torch ahead of her in her left hand, and ventured in.



Aside from what little the torch could light, the cave was utterly black. No lights burned within, and no sun permeated the thick, unbroken earth walls. Widow had to stoop for the initial winding tunnel, which rather than descending into the earth at any point kept fairly level. Eventually the ceiling lifted away, and she crept on hesitantly. She was used to at least a little light, even in caves and dungeons. Its utter absence kept conjuring images of things leering out of the dark, and the occasional paranoia that she was utterly surrounded by foul creatures, just out of reach of his torch.



Pressing on, Widow came to a small cavern, where the tunnel opened up and presumably continued. A sudden, startling snap broke the silence, and Widow's finger tensed on her sword for a moment, held awkwardly by just her right hand. She looked down, shifting her feet. Beneath her, a bare set of ribs rolled back, cracked down the middle. A little blood spattered the floor, but otherwise little else. She raised the torch again. Sweeping it to one side, she found where the tunnel continued. By the curve of the cave wall, it was likely enough that there was a fork here, and she moved the torch out to the remaining area of the relatively small cavern. The light passed along cave wall, and then over something hideous.



Widow's heart jumped in her throat and she flung the light back on the creature, grey and hairless and stooped low. It's breathing was heavy and its eyes pale and bloodshot, maw agape slightly. A quiet rasping growl came from it before it emitted a harsh noise.



She dropped the torch at her feet and raised her sword towards the creature, which lashed out at her with a crooked hand and then darted back into the shadow. Silence followed. All Widow could hear was her own unsteady breathing, excruciatingly loud against the imposing hush. She turned various directions, torch flickering at her feet. She wanted to retrieve it and move back into a defensible position, but the thought of stooping low and moving her hands from her weapon put her off. Moments passed, mere seconds dragging on, ticking away to the pounding of her startled heart. The flame by her boots dimmed, and she grimaced. She knew enough about fate and circumstance to feel what was happening, but she prayed against it anyway. And then the light went out.



Widow breathed steady, but quick. She could feel the cloth pull tight over her chest each time she inhaled the damp, stagnant air. Her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and she could see all of herself without the aid of the torch, though what lay around her was utterly obscured. She kept looking around, sword moving with his line of sight, her fingers tense around the hilt of the blade. She swallowed with difficulty, her throat taut with fear. She knew how things could end. She moved the swords to her left, blinking away smoke from the extinguished torch, and then moved back the other way.



The thing appeared out of nowhere, suddenly there when she looked back. Its jaw seemed to unhinge as pallid, cracked lips pulled back and revealed a maw of needle-like fangs.



Widow flinched back, forearm instinctively raised to shield herself. The shriek the creature made was unbearable. She clapped his hands on her ears in dismay, her grip on the swords failing, turning back to the wide-eyed thing just in time to see it lunge forwards.



Widow braced with her swords as the creature collided with her, knocking her down. It was over her in an instant, wrestling with naked, unpigmented limbs to get past the barrier the blade of Widow's swords provided. With a difficult heave she threw the creature off, scrambling to her feet in the hope of gaining the advantage.



When she turned, the thing was already facing her, stooped low with fingers outstretched. It hissed, low and rasping, and then she raised her sword against it. The vampire rushed past his attack, and when he came near again with blade in hand, the creature hissed a second time and spat a thick mucus onto his face.



WIdow recoiled with a cry, hands flying to her face in instinct against the pain, fingers abandoning their grip on her swords.



She hit the dirt hard on her back, trying furiously to wipe the freezing substance from her face. It was so cold it burned. She could already feel the flesh on her cheekbones searing off.



Before she had the last of it wiped away, the creature was upon her again, scratching furiously with black, conical claws. Blinded by the pain in her eyes and disoriented by shock, Widow struck out blindly against the thrashing vampire. Most of her blows connected, but she was thrown and torn violently, as the pair of them tumbled over and over on the cave floor. In the confusion, some unknown pain cut through her right arm, making her yell out in agony.



Her teeth clenched and his neck formed knots and taut undulations. Somewhere in the white throb of agony, Widow landed a desperate punch on the creature's thin cheekbone. As it recoiled and lurched back, the Elf's hand somehow found a sword in all the darkness. Clutching it towards her, she angled it against her attacker and pushed up hard.



The sound of flesh parting for iron brought an immediate silence upon the cave. Widow forced open her stinging eyes and found the creature limp upon her blade, mouth still agape, amber eyes bloodshot and bulging.



With a grunt, Widow rolled out from under the creature and withdrew her sword. The metal sang as it scraped the inner bone of the vampire's ribcage, and then hushed as the body thudded lightly to the dirt.



Widow slumped back against the cave wall, her breathing heavy, but thankful. She pushed hand through her limp hair, wiping away the sweat and grime clinging to her brow. Her eyes still stung faintly, and she could feel bruises all about her. Her departure from the cave was stumbled and hasty, and it was with great relief that she met the sunlight.



The elf quickly found a rock to rest on, and emptied the contents of her goatskin over her face. She washed the last of the offending substance from her face, and gave a heavy sigh.



Lowering her arm, a sharp twinge of pain forced him to grit his teeth. Wincing, she turned her right arm over to inspect the damage of what she assumed would be a break. Blood coated his arm, thick and sticky, saturating her clothing with red. With a grimace, she peeled back a layer of the dark fabric and inspected the gash.



Her stomach sank, and then tightened. The wound was deep and lacerated, and punctured all around by myriad needle-point holes.



She could have sworn. She could have cursed. She could have broken down completely, but all she managed was a small stunted moan.



As her head fell back, Widow dragged a hand over her grizzled features, pulling down the smooth flesh of her mouth and muting herself. A few seconds later she felt as though he was going to vomit, and then some moments after, she did.



Wiping her mouth with the back of her good hand, Widow got to her feet. With one of the torn straps from her cloth armour, she bound the dark wound, and flexed her hand to see if it still would function for her. It did, though the tendons ached and twinged whenever she did so. It was better than nothing.



It was a strain to summon any magic, but she cast a brief [Form shift] as she muttered the elven words. “Nurta I' fea” (Incognito to stem the bleeding and stitch a little of the ragged tissue back together.



Things were bad. The wound, almost certainly infected, would overcome her in less than three days. This she knew. She needed a healer or a priest, but left too long they might turn on her the moment they knew her plight. But if she became... one of those things... she couldn't bring himself to picture it. She needed to fix this. She needed a cure, if such a thing existed.



Haggard and utterly woe-begone, and hollowed by fear and a sickening dread, she started off towards the lights of Blackwood. In all of Gaia, of all the faces she could put names to, there was just one he felt he maybe could trust. She quickened his pace.


My vision is getting blurry...

The howls of the forest...


They are getting ever deeper...


Why has god forsaken me...?

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: [Form Shift]
Words: 1750
Post Theme Song: Dark Rider



TAGS: Aiyana

template by caesar

[Aiyana]

	you play with the wolf
After a while the solitary life started to get to you. Wandering alone through the marshlands was probably considered to be an odd act by most. The sheer amount of baddies that inhabited the place made it less than ideal for your normal stroll in the park. On top of that it was slow going with the ground mostly being a moist spunge that suctioned to your feet. No sane person would wander here willingly but that was the way she liked it. Here in the marshlands she could commune with the landers who had passed on. The gentle winds filtered through the lands causing her to draw the hood of her cloak tigher about her. It might have seemed cliche to anyone else but she prefered to remain cloaked. Whenever she dropped her hood there was nothing but questions about the tattoo's that litered her skin. The people known as the "Ritual race" were rather uncommon even for the landers who naturally inhabited this world. It was even more rare to see one outside of their villages. Yet there was nothing ordinary about this shaman. She set out with one specific goal in mind that seemed impossible to the rest of the landers. It often drew a smile to her lips when she thought about their protests of her leaving. How selfish they were, only caring what happened to the village and not the rest of the world. In her mind her journey was for the greater good but deep down even she knew that there was truth to their claims. On the surface it was to assist the landers and aid those stuck but in her heart she knew it was for vengeance. Letting out a gentle sigh, she stopped for a moment to adjust the quiver on her back and get her bearings. All she knew was that she was heading north; the item she was after was supposed to be there. During that moment of respite was when her attention was drawn to the sound of someone vomitting. Not a paticularly quiet act and now she had the misfortune of sharing in the uncomfortable feeling of it all. Deciding that she would be the good sumaritan, Aiyana made her way towards the sound. She was ready for whatever might come however as she knew it could very well be the sound of an adventurer. If it was she would not let them so much as blink before she let them know that they should be still. Her aim was unlike anything her village had ever seen, ever deadly. She could not afford to miss given that her powers were all based on barriers that saved lives. Contact from an arrow head allowed her to cast them from a range. Drawing close enough to the sound she arrived just in time to watch the figure head towards the light of Blackwood. She was now faced with a choice here; she could either follow the figure from a distance or go her seperate way. Something nagged inside of her however that she should follow, the figure might be hurt. In good conscience she could not allow someone to die no matter who or what they were. Following with a rather brisk power walk, she would get close enough for one of her skills to work. Unfortunately this ability had a habit of startling most people. The air around her churned as she vanished into a swirl of petals and her physical body would move through the aether and appear closer to the figure in the distance. In fact she would stand just four meters to the right of what she could now make out as a woman. "The Blackwoods are no place for someone as ill as you sound." she offered gently from her position. Her bow hung over her shoulder harmlessly in a display that she was armed but not threatening the woman. Only the shaman's lips could be seen from within her cowl and they seemed to be curled into a half hearted smile.  "Where is it you're trying to go?" she asked. Truthfully that was none of her business but she figured she ought to ask. Perhaps they were heading the same way and they could be of use to one another. While she was not looking to make any friends, temporary alliances were more than welcomed as they offered her the chance to learn more of the world out there. Taking only the slightest step forward she raised her hands to show she held no other weapons. If only she were better with people she might be able to find the words to put this person at ease. Instead she must have seemed intrusive, perhaps too much for her own good. They were strangers, nothing more, so why would this woman willingly surrender that information? She almost laughed at herself for thinking that this would be as easy as a few simple words. Were she on the other end she would have been suspicious and perhaps even chosen to flee by now. "If our paths align I ask that you allow me to travel with you. At least until you can make it of your own free will. I heard the sound of someone getting sick back there, I can only assume it was you." she said with a frown now. Lowering her hands back down to her side she came to a halt. All she could do now was hope that this person did not look upon her as a threat and that there would be no violence here. Despite her ability to use a bow she detested senseless aggression with all of her being. There was no room in her world for acts of random violence or brash actions. Such things were what got you killed, what got her family killed and she would not see herself repeat such mistakes. As the only surviving shaman in her bloodline she had to ensure that their techniques were passed down. "If it makes you more comfortable I can bind my weapon so that it cannot be easily used against anyone." she offered. WC - 1028 Tagged - Widow
but you sleep with the bones of a rabbit

PYXIS ★

[Widow]

HP 29% | MP 90%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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 She limped through the forest as her elven ears picked up the sound of the wildlife of the forest. She was wary and uncertain of the hoots and hollering that echoed through the forest. Several meters a bush moved and her heart hushed to the rhythm of it’s own beating as she gripped a tight hand on her scabbard. She flinched slightly as a squirrel emerged from the bushes and darted off towards an oak tree beginning it’s ascension.



The critter paused, raising it’s head in curiosity at the girl, the twitch of it’s neck making it’s head go this way and that. She stared back at the creature before letting out an exasperated breath and watching it shoot up into the leaved branches,



A few breaths of paranoia left her as she rubbed her eyes, and looked around to check her surroundings. She winced again, as birds began to flutter through the forest, flapping through the brush of the canopy overhead.



She was not alone. She gripped at the pain in her forearm. Her mana was still draining slightly from the [Form Shift] spell she had cast on herself earlier and her miasma inhibitors offered little in the hopes of protection for her against foes of the forest. She struggled to walk as she tried to throw her body forward across the field and hide behind a tree.



But it was already too late, suddenly a swirl of petals was upon her, and there amongst them stood a woman carrying a bow.



This made the weary Widow pin her back against a tree and pant heavily, gazing at the woman with glowing Emerald eyes.



Why is she here...



Is she here to take me back to the mines..



I won’t go!



Her hands clenched at her breast, just above her heart as her heart tightened, sending a surge of pain from within her.



She gulped and furried concerned brows at the woman before her. She knew she was in hardly any position to fight fairly. She awaited the woman’s words, in fear that she was a bounty hunter, coming to claim the prize on Widow’s head.



Widow’s eyes showed stubborn resistance as she skeptically looked over the Shaman who spoke. She couldn’t see most of the woman’s face and her own was exposed. Her unkempt ash white hair draping down her shoulders, drenched with sweaty residue.



“I’ll...I’ll be find...just got..bit, by a snake...” She muttered half-honestly. A white lie might have made some slight sense as to her waning condition. Also being poisoned by a snake was far more tolerated by people than the taint of vampirism sickness.



She gasped, inhaling the air as her sick gaze turned towards the Shaman, who seemed to wish to demonstrate that she was not hostile. The woman asked as to what direction the Heretic was headed. This made Widow glance down at her Miasma Inhibitors that adorned her wrist like shackles, in doubt. She knew it was a clear sign of who she was, and was uncertain if the Shaman would be tolerant of her company.



She paused for a moment, studying the woman’s body language, and what she could make out of her facial features. Her face began to be flustered with a warm heating sensation as she struggled to make the tough decisions. Finally she blurted out a brief confession.



“Blackwood...I...there’s someone there that I need to meet. I think he can help me...” Widow stammered in her speech between breaths as she licked her cracked lips and gazed at the bright sun in pain.



The rays of light splintering and showering over her pale skin. She basked in the sun for a moment, before coughing, and glaring at the woman with plagued eyes. She had a rich state of worry in her gaze as she listened to the woman speak.



“Yeah, yeah, sure... Just...” Widow raised a hand as a buffer between herself and the woman. “Just try not to get to close...I don’t want to hurt you or for you to catch what I got...”



Widow strained to speak the words. It might seem odd however, to someone else who heard the words as snake bites were hardly contagious.



Though Widow tried her best to fib about the situation. The black diamond status bar off her HUD revealed an emblem the spoke the truth. Widow’s eyes locked on the woman in worry that with enough keen speculation, she would find out the truth.



“It’d probably be better if we joined each others..” Widow coughed through her words as she lifted a weak finger, sending a party invite to the other woman. “Party...”



She then gripped her wrist, and shifted her gaze to the north.



“It’s about a days journey, right? We’ll need to walk pretty far, might even need to set up a camp overnight...”



She raised a fist to her mouth as she coughed several times over and shook her head in disgust, before she hunched over and spit on the ground.



Her hands rested on her knees, as she waved a hand up to the girl.



“I...I’m okay...” She muttered through gritted teeth. “I’ll...I’ll be fine...”



She blinked her eyes hard, and looked up at the woman before straightening her posture.



“Mae govannen...” She said in her elvish tongue. It was a common greeting amongst the elves that meant “Well met.”



“I’m...” She heaved a heavy breath as she bowed her head lightly towards the girl.



“Widow...” The words slithered from her lips as her emerald eyes sparkled in the radiant sunlight. She didn’t wear any smile, and simply limped towards the north. Waving the woman to follow, as they could walk and talk at the same time, if need be.





“Be wary of...creatures. In the forest...hopefully, we could have good hunting. I..lost most of my food...back in that godforsaken cave...”




"Oh, and...keep the bow. We'll be needing it. I can't use my swords effectively like this. "

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None. 
Words: 1004
Post Theme Song: Arrange



TAGS: Aiyana

template by caesar

[Aiyana]

	you play with the wolf
Now that the moment was upon her perhaps she should have considered her approach a bit more. The sudden appearance of an armed and cloaked person was not the thing a weary traveller wished to see. It was often difficult to remember for her that not everyone was used to a shaman just popping in all of a sudden. Where she came from it was a common occurance and no one seemed to bat an eyelash when it happened. The young shaman's lips curled into a frown as she thought about it and decided that she should probably make amends for what she had done in some way. Looking this woman over she could tell that something was wrong with her however, she did not seemed to be holding up very well. Her skin was quite a bit paler than most and she seemed like she had seen a ghost or some sort of monster. If the sickness wasn't obvious to this shaman it would have been the fear this woman seemed to exhibit. The moment she appeared the woman clutched her breast and shot back towards a tree. There was often a very good reason for people to react in this way to other people but she did not wish to know the truth of the matter. Whatever this woman was running from was none of her business unless it was some sort of monster. It was an assumption she assumed was safe considering that she had never seen anyone react to her this way unless they had something they wished to hide. Chuckling softly the shaman removed the hood of her robe to reveal the rest of her features; they were far to kind in appearance to be some sort of bounty hunter or bandit. So the tale was snake venom? That was one she could believe perhaps as they were in the marshlands and poisonous critters were plentyful. Taking a few more steps forward she tried to keep some sort of reassuring expression on her face. "If you would like I could attempt to draw some of the venom out of you. In doing so we might delay the possibility of your systems shutting down." she said. If it was simply poison then it was something they could nip in the bud right here and she would then find herself in the company of an able travel companion she hoped. Still the situation did seem curious for reasons she could not put her finger on and she had a knack for knowing when she was not being told the truth. That and the fact that the woman before her was wearing a very specific sort of shackles. Aiyana, if the elf permitted, moved close enough to reach out and touch the womans wrists. Looking at them with curiousity and disdain for the fact that someone had seen fit to shackle another sentient being. "Is there no way to remove these from you?" she asked tilting her head to the side. She had no experience picking locks and she was sure that this one had a little help from some enchantment or another; these did not appear to be ordinary shackles. As she tried to think of a way to release this woman she blurted out a confession about where she was truly going and why. There was someone in the blackwoods who could help her? That was an odd statement, who would wish to live in the blackwoods at all? A brow raised as the woman before her told her to get back so that she did not catch what she had. "So then you were not bitten by a snake? If you are going to tell a lie it'd be best to remember it." she said nonchalantly. Aiyana did not seem put off by the fact that the woman had lied as most people would in her situation. She was only pleased that the truth of the matter was slowly coming to light so that she might better arm herself against what might come. There was a coy smirk as she took in the warning but she brushed it off as if she was the most fearless woman in the world. "Do not worry about me. If you try anything to harm me the reaper will come take you." she said without explaining it. What an odd statement she imagined, most would probably assume that she was simply travelling with someone who had a rather cliche nickname. Moving on from the subject the elf suggested that the two of them party up. She had a rather odd way of speaking but Aiyana accepted none the less and seemed eager to be on her way from here. The fact of the matter was that she hated the location they were in despite it's connection to the souls of the dead. It was usually a death trap for people who were not very strong and she had to face the facts; she was just starting out as a shaman. "Little more than a day. That is unless the person we seek is not coming to meet you." she said. Perhaps their arrival was to be unannounced which would explain why this woman seemed so unsure of everything right now. Then the conversation moved on to the introduction portion; something she imagined it should have started with. While her voice and the words she spoke in her language were beautiful to listen to; her name did not reflect that. Perhaps she was over thinking it but it did not seem like someones actual name; then again some folks were odd and she was of a different culture. Bowing to the woman she decided that it was only fair if she returned the favor and introduced herself as well,"Widow.. you may call me Aiyana." she replied. This was perhaps the most unstable alliance she had ever formed but she had a feeling it would suffice for now. Though the final bit made her smirk devilishly. "I intended to from the beginning. I never had any intention of truly binding my bow, only making you think I had done so." she admitted with a chuckle. She would never disarm herself entirely in a situation like this and she knew that no one in their right mind would blame her for not doing so. With a sweeping arm gesture she smirked and looked Widow in the eyes. "After you." she said before straightening herself out and waiting for her to show her the path. Whatever the shackles were inhibiting she knew that for now she was safe so long as they suppressed whatever magic it was. "Do you mind telling me what you're actually sick with by chance?" she asked suddenly as they moved on. WC - 1134 Tagged - Widow
but you sleep with the bones of a rabbit

PYXIS ★

[Widow]

HP 29% | MP 90%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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 White lies. They blanketed the foundation of the conversation like the fallen snow upon the ground in the harsher seasons of the unfounded kingdom. Widow knew as soon as the woman became to become to inquisitive as to the nature of the bite and her sickness that the white lies she would have to summon one after another would soon rumble into a torment of a thundering snowball. It could even erupting into a shattering avalanche, if she would have became offended enough. Widow breathed in a subtle way, trying not to exude any body language that might propose a nervous physiological condition. On the inside however, she felt uneasy as the woman spoke about drawing the venom out by sucking it out.



Of course, that was the logical thing to do with regular snake bites. However, with a vampiric bite, Widow was uncertain if that would aid her, or if it would only get the other girl infected as well. She withdrew her bitten arm, folding it under her breath, and with her other hand waving away the thought dismissively.



She paused to examine the woman’s facial features. She noted that the woman had beautiful features that resembled one attune with nature and the elements. Somehow, it had reminded her of her people in the enchanted forests of Pandora. She contemplated on the woman’s words that seemed to be cheerful and energetic in nature. Almost exuding a friendly aura as well. Widow was very untrusting of people in nature, and was keen as to the art of manipulation, however, she didn’t want to have to rely on those conditions too much in her current state without having the physical power to back herself up, should things go awry.



She didn’t even exactly want anyone’s blood on her fingers. She was simply looking for an escape...and now, a cure to the vampiric disease that was now slowly spreading itself through her fragile body. The woman’s words were kind, but that kindness seemed shortlived as the woman with the sapphire eyes that gleamed with the sparkle of the raging ocean walked closer.



Widow’s first instinct assumed that it was an act of hostility, but her body couldn’t react to it, but the woman’s soft touch disengaged her as her emearld eyes drifted down to where the woman gripped her around the wrist. Widow froze and allowed her hand to be limp in the woman’s hand. Her eyes quivered over the shackles for a moment.



Oh no...



She knows...



She’s going to try to turn me in...



My swords...



I...I can’t...



Shit...I can’t fight like this...



I can run...but...



That bow...



She blinked heavily in a concerned manner, looking at her, wondering what the woman’s next move would be. Widow was struggling to find a way out of this.



However, it struck an odd chord to her, when instead of being afraid or condemning her, the woman seemed to want to help her gain her freedom. The woman tilted her head at the Miasma Inhibitors in curiosity as if somehow intrigued, yet displeased that they adorned the girls wrist.



“Why aren’t you afraid....?” She whispered after the woman asked her question, her emerald eyes partially covered by her ash white bangs. Widow couldn’t understand it. Most people would have already aimed there weapon at her and told her to either get lost or they’d hold her at point blank until they could get the proper authorities to arrive.





However, now the woman had began to untangle the web of lies that Widow had spun and accused her of her malicious intent. Widow stared blankly, uncertain of how things would play out, but the woman seemed rather casual about it. Apparently she had somewhat of an understanding nature about things. Still, it struck Widow as odd that she even cared to be in an ex-convicts company right now. Surely, the woman had known that shackles meant that she was arrested at some point in time.



When an snow white brow raised at her next statement, Widow chuckled as if finding some sick humor in the statement. As she laughed, he coughed roughly and shook her head, a faint smile coming upon her lips.



“Good...” She said nodding several times. She didn’t seem to mind the notion of death. If she had succumbed to the corruption of the beast, then whatever part of her that was left would have possibly already died and the body would have just been a hollow shell.



She sniffed roughly, expecting further interrogation from the woman. However, the interrogation did not come. In it’s stead, was merely subtle acceptance of her and the announcement of her introducing herself as Aiyana. It was a pretty name for a woman with charming facial features.



As they charted through the forest, the woman made a comment about her bow that made Widow chuckle.



“Aye, well, it seems the foundation of our relationship has been built upon trickery and deceit...that’s quite interesting actually...nothing wrong with having a few cards up your sleeve I suppose.”



She nodded and then was prodded onward by the woman. Widow nodded, assuming the woman was looking out for her own safety in the gesture.



The woman then resumed the interrogation which made Widow sigh a rough exhalation.



“Vampirism...I got bit. I got...” Widow paused to look up at the setting sun. “About two and a half days to find some way out of this mess. I’m not giving myself any longer after that...if it comes to the point to where I haven’t found anything and only have a few hours left...”



Widow paused. The next few statements didn’t have to be spoken. The aura of her words made it understood, especially as her hands and gaze rested lightly on the hilt of her sword.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None. 
Words: 974
Post Theme Song: Power of Will



TAGS: Aiyana

template by caesar

[Aiyana]

	you play with the wolf
There was a long story to be told here that much she could be certain of. The question was did the woman before her wish to disclose the information or not? Either way the shaman could be happy simply with another person along for the ride. The company another voice provided was something people took for granted until they were alone; she definitely had herself. Before she was alone she spent most of her time on her own simply doing whatever she wished. There was never a second thought about it until the silence took hold and it echoed like an explosion in her head. Silence was deafening; especially when there was nothing about to drown it out. Only now was she starting to understand what her family was trying to teach her and her. With every new revelation her responsibilities seemed to grow even larger and she wondered if she would crack under the pressure of her new goal. Coming back to her senses she tried to keep her mind clear of her own personal doubts and fears. Aiyana had to keep her wits about her if she was going to stay alive out here in the blackwoods and make sure Widow made it to saftey. The question she asked herself the most about this situation however was why did she care? To her this woman was no one and potentially a dangerous convict given her lacker luster braclets. Still she seemed to have some form of compassion in her heart for all people of the land regardless of what their crimes may be. Choosing her reply carefully Aiyana came to the conclusion she had no idea why she was not afraid of the elf. "Honestly it is not the absence of fear that compels me to aid you but the compassion I was taught to show others. Whatever your past crimes may be, you have no wronged me yet." she replied. It seemed simple enough to her but others might find her to be mad. That answer was not satisfying in the least for some but in her mind it just sort of made sense. When they got to that bridge, should she try to harm Aiyana, then they would deal with it. She was no novice with her weapon and the woman she was aiding was sick beyond all reason so there was nothing to be afraid of here. Besides all of that it seemed rather easy to untangle this womans lies and find the truth for herself. The delirium was taking hold so much by this point that she could not keep her stories straight enough to fool even herself. Aiyana might laugh if the truth of the situation were not so grim; that this sickness could claim her life. "All human interaction is based upon deception. No one truly says what they mean for fear that present company might judge them." she replied. It seemed like a pessimistic view point but in her experience it held true. No one got what they wanted by telling the truth unless it exposed someone elses lie. She had seen enough of the daily life in lander cities to know when it was happening as well. It was like a twisted little game and she enjoyed watching it from time to time. Despite her outward fear of Aiyana initially the woman seemed a little less tense though she could tell she was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Finally the name of the sickness would come to light causing the shaman to pause for a moment. Never had she heard of such a thing actually being true however she was not entirely surprised either. As a person who could commune with spirits it was not far fetched in her mind that things like that honestly happened. "I cannot say that I have ever encountered someone who has claimed to be infected with this paticular sickness. If it comes down to it however I will assist you in taking your own life. Call it my good deed for the day if you will." she said. The way she said it seemed rather nonchalant as well as if taking a life did not seem to bother Aiyana. Death was a part of life and one she had come to accept; there was no way to fight it. "This person you're hoping to find, they can fix this? It seems unlikely that such an aggressive sickness can be cured." she said casually. Aiyana was thinking aloud, however cruel it seemed, and did not realize what she was saying. Perhaps her words were not the right ones this time as she did not mean to potentially rob this woman of hope. Deciding to change the subject rather quickly, she glanced once more at the shackles that bound Widows wrists. "What exactly are those for? They do not appear as if they are made for normal prisoners." she asked. WC - 826 Tagged - Widow
but you sleep with the bones of a rabbit

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[Widow]

HP 39% | MP 85%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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  The grains of sand from her hourglass were dwindling. The fires of daylight were slowly burning out as the minutes beckoned dusk closer. Widow was not one to really welcome uninvited company. Especially after her great departure from the mines she was imprisoned in. The occasional glance from her ash white hair shot cautious stares at the Shaman. Her nose twitched as her emerald eyes flickered over the Ritualist. She felt as if she were being escorted by a prison guard for a few moments of daylight. Though the Shaman may have been genuinely looking out for her well being, Widow couldn’t help escape the feeling. She wasn’t used to the sensation of life in the free world and had become suspect of everything in her surroundings.



The Heretic’s face boiled with a light sickness as her eyes glanced onward, as she took each step through the marshlands with great caution. Her elven ears resonated to the sound of her new partner- if she could even be considered that- as the other woman spoke. It seemed that the woman didn’t question her past nor inquire about her possible criminal history. Perhaps she had done her share of dirt as well. Either that or she was an oddball who just seemed to keep weird company for her own reasons. Shamans always had such a unique mysticism that intrigued Widow. The Elves pink lips parted to responded to the woman.



“They are exactly what they look like. They are shackles. Well, more of a device, seeing as they aren’t bonded together, anymore. They are used to restrict the flow of mana. Helps them maintain control over the...” Widow paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. “Spellcasters...”



Her eyes flickered up as she revealed the half truth about the Miasma Inhibitors. In truth, thy were a device that was used strictly against Heretics to prevent the use of their control over the flow of miasma. She tried to make it seem like more of a general use for all manners of mages in general to try to keep her secrets hidden.



“Nothing’s even guaranteed...only thing in life that’s guaranteed is death, and I’ll be damned if I have to go through all the trouble.I went through just to drop dead in a forest.” Widow stated as she let out several violent coughs into her fist. “If anybody know’s anything about this. It’s that damn mage, Meges...”



Widow scowled as she waved a hand at the buzzing swarm of bugs that flew through the marshlands. She was annoyed by them and released a sigh as she trudged onward.







“Where are you from, Shaman? You strike me as the type of woman that travels with a tribe of other shaman. I thought the tribes usually hunted in pairs...” Widow asked as she walked through the forest.



“And uhm...thanks...I guess about the whole mercy killing thing. That’s uhh..real sweet of you.” Widow blinked as she moved forward, stepping over a large log as she spoke.



“Nice you know the golden rule then. Can’t reveal all your cards at once, I suppose. But I figure as shitty of a condition I’m in, you called my bluff. Very perceptive. “



It was a genuine compliment, though she spoke with a certain roughness and seemed to be focused on merely getting towards her destination. Through her vision she noticed the flutter of birds from the canopy above and heard the rustling of the leaves and branches that loomed over head.



She froze in her stance and waved a light arm back, gesturing to the Shaman to halt, but by looking back it seemed as though possibly the Shaman was already aware before Widow had even realized.



Something was coming...

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: None. 
Words: 625
Post Theme Song: Nature Furious



TAGS: Aiyana

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