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Post by Kimahri Ronso on Jan 22, 2023 16:43:40 GMT -6
Rain beats down upon the land with merciless affect, turning dirt into sludge and mud. Lightning crackles between the dark grey clouds, with each bolt sending out a resounding peal of thunder as if Ramuh himself took anger upon the world. Every living creature scrambled to escape the sweeping deluge; only the most fragile among them are lost to the downpour. A cruel reminder of nature's impartiality. Live or die; this was the law of the land.
Two figures, in particular, struggle to resist this immutable fact of life. One was a blue lionoid, unconscious and practically carved from head to toe in terrible lacerations and puncture wounds, all of them caked with still-moistened blood. The other was a blond man, much smaller than the former, who had to drag the former through the softened earth in order to perform some manner of medical intervention. The torrential conditions made it impossible to tend these wounds. Earlier yet, a third person had tried to help the blond man, convinced their healing abilities could be of use. Perhaps they were not far behind?
But these were no ordinary scars. Something vile, malignant, coursed through the beast-man's veins, corrosive and infectious unlike any virus or disease imaginable. A fiend most horrible and cunning had now clung to the Ronso warrior's haggard body, unwilling nor unable to be excised, magically or otherwise. It was far more accurate to say that this poor soul had been possessed.
Now, his life hangs in the balance, resting between the fingertips of total strangers.
How did it come to this, would have been Kimahri Ronso's first question to himself. Provided something was done about the evil that threatened to claim his life, he may not be able to ask it...
As everyone fights against mounting odds, a presence, hidden by the rain and the cold, leers at them with gleaming curiosity from within the outermost thresholds of the Headstone Forest, eager to see where they attempt to make shelter...
Ryne, for her part, had finally left at his insistence. Of course, whether she actually listened and stayed away was another story entirely. He was also partially beginning to regret it as he lugged the injured Hrothgar. It was only fortunate that a cave had been near by. Foot by foot, he dragged the catman by his ankles, tucked between his side and with a groan. He probably should have flipped the guy over so his face wasn't making a long trail in the mud, but this was already difficult enough as it was. If he dropped the Hrothgar, he wasn't sure he'd be able to get him moving again. "You know," Alex grunted as he gave another tug. "You've got the best posture of any Hrothgar I've ever seen." Another tug as the trail of face was extended. He meant that, too. Every Hrothgar he'd ever met was a hunchback, and just looking at this one, it was obvious that he was able to stand tall with his back straight, proud and unbroken.
Except for the horn, anyway.
That being said, Alex quickly conceded that "You're also the smallest." Another drag as he made it closer to the cave. Just a little bit more and he could get the both of them out of the rain, get them both warm and dry. "So I thought you'd be the lightest." There was a sardonic chuckle as he gave another groan of effort. He'd had to move the Hrothgar over a rock. That couldn't be comfortable. Thank the gods that this guy was out cold. "But I was wrong. Literally every fiber of you is just muscle." No fat, nothing. He may not have been the biggest, but there was a chance he might have been the heaviest. There was the cave. Just one or two more tugs as he finally felt the rain cease beating upon him, and he gave a winded laugh of joy.
Pulling the Hrothgar into the cave, Alexander plopped down with a huff as he looked around. Throwing his hands up in frustration, he stepped back outside into the cold and the rain, gathered some soaked branches and brought them back. Stacking them together, he started to breathe fire until they dried and, eventually, caught on fire. Grabbing onto the Hrothgar, he pulled him closer to the fire, really hoping that his fur wouldn't catch from a stray ember or something really stupid. Especially after all that work trying to get him inside.
Post by Kimahri Ronso on Feb 25, 2023 14:56:37 GMT -6
Salvation from the elements is granted, to both the dying Ronso and the human that dragged him through the muck and grass. Slowly, carefully, the unconscious body of Kimahri is pulled, inch by inch, until it was set down without pomp or ceremony when no more rainfall assailed them. But serendipity is not as kind to the flaxen-haired man, as the lack of warmth and light forced him to return into the howling downpour. Moments later, he would come back, arms full of sticks and tinder to use for the building of a fire. Lacking flint, it is magic that sets the kindling alight, thus bridging the divide between life and death a little more.
The stranger adjusts the Ronso's body until it lay closer to the firelight. No fur would catch, although an audible hissing noise began to produce itself from the injuries closest to the flames. If he were to listen with intent, the noise, while faint, almost resembled screaming. Muscles twitch in response to the rising heat, and from the openings in Kimahri's arm come sprouting thorny vines that crept and crawled their way along the surface of his body, as if to put distance between their host and the flames. There was no response from the person they were attached to.
Furtive and vulnerable in the tenuous firelight, Kimahri's vital spirit hung by mere threads. Closer inspection of his figure would show the full extent of the damage he had suffered mere moments ago: mud-caked burn marks, caused by an induced explosion centered squarely around their only source; lacerations and puncture marks still congealed with blood; the vines that sprouted from these injuries; and a mysterious pinkish ichor that also seeped from these wounds. For all intents and purposes, this was no mere ailment of the body. And if healing magic could not stave death off, what would?
From outside the Headstone Forest, concealed by the pouring rain, the unknown presence lurks ever closer, as if it had developed an interest in the two people that took shelter in the cave...
