Josef nodded, piling up a little more tinder and kindling, and then blowing the smoldering remains of last night's fire to life again. Just when it was burning again, he felt the pulse of magic behind him coming from Ziarre, and his head jerked around. He saw the blue glow around her, and his eyes narrowed into blue slits. However, then he blinked in surprise as he saw her concentrate, biting her lip, and the glow disappeared. What is going on with her?
He stood, noting that she had bitten her lip enough to make it bleed. Approaching her, he held out a finger to touch her lip, and concentrated. The tatoos on both of his shoulder glowed a soft white, as did his fingertip as he touched her lip. Healing energy flowed from his finger to her lip, stopping the blood and knitting together the flesh. Then he backed off, attending to the fire once again.
--
Sougra blinked, growing more and more confused by the minute, especially when the female buckled a little, a light materializing around her. Something wasn't right...and that begame especially obvious when the pup caught the faint scent of blood, and then moments later saw that the girl had bitten her lip.
Sougra resisted the urge to vocalize his uncertainty and concern with a whine, and instead, once the...well, whatever it was that had bothered the girl...had passed, he slowly, bravely, inched a little closer to the duo, sniffing quietly at them while Josef took care of the girl's lip. He wanted to ask what was wrong; it had seemed like the girl was being hurt by something, by that light. But then he soon remembered what form he was in, and that they probably couldn't understaâ€"wait! Well, Josef had been able to! Josef had surprised him. Maybe they would, too?
Or maybe they were more of those humans that weren't very connected with nature.
What happened? he asked them. But, if they weren't intuned to wolfspeak, as Josef was, the question would sound like nothing more than a few soft yips.
--
Ziarre almost recoiled from his touch, her body stiffening and tensing as he touched her lip. Her anger swelled slightly, but died. She had little energy left and she knew she had to reserve for what was to come. She stayed still and strong, no matter what came she would not bend. But when he healed her lip, confusion flickered in her dark brown eyes, along with grown suspicion.
What was that for?
She snapped at Josef. She was so distanced from kindness or consideration that this was highly unusual to her. She didn't know why he had done that. Her pride was bitter towards that act, and yet her more uncertain side shifted, not understanding this, knowing she didn't deserve this show of kindness. But before you knew it, her eyes returned with their fiery glare and she turned it upon Toviel, a frenzy of dots speckling her vision.
Get by the fire. Now.
Toviel blinked, wondering why she had snapped so viciously. He barely uttered a 'but' before she snarled, it was almost animalistic. She turned around and started to wobble away, the unnatural feel of the ground tilting and swaying beneath her feet made her unsuitable for walking. And her headache, got, she clutched her head, making her way for the darkest and thickest brush nearby. Darkness threatened her vision, and everything pounded in her ears. Oh, god, it hurt. It really hurt.
Toviel looked at Sougra, and he shook his head lightly, sighing.
Sorry. Can't understand ya.
Toviel then cast a worried, green-eyed gaze at Ziarre's receding back as she was engulfed by the woods. He wondered what was happening, why she was wobbling, but suddenly he knew why. He sighed heavily and lowered himself into a sitting posistion.
Meanwhile, Ziarre had watched as a swirling ice blue mist shrouded her and collected at her ruby, forcing itself within it. The color filled the maroon ruby, and it looked so bright. Her eyes soon flooded with the color that had taken over her ruby. She moaned softly, slithering to the ground in both pain and lack of oxygen. Her face was quickly paling as she gasped and pleaded for air, but was unable to get it. The darkness was closing in, so quick. It was so lulling, it's sweet song. It sang to her, beautiful songs and she was falling, so slowly it seemed. But a small seed of anger started to bud and blossom, an ugly flower blooming inside her and she managed to wiggle a dagger out from it's hiding place, slashing her left forearm, over the top in a large 'X'. She felt the blue mist slip from her as her anger became more powerful and a maroon veil lifted from her and chased the blue mist away, but not before it took the screaming, angered face of Eyad. She began to choke and gasp, a throaty laugh echoing from her. It sounded... not very human. More beast, more savage then anything. The sound she heard made her smile weakly. She truely was a damnable beast. She was not meant to live with anybody but her own kind. That's what one of her victims had told her before their death. Perhaps it was more truthful then she had first guessed.
Toviel had been looking around, concern in his green eyes as he sighed, just sitting there uselessly.
Ziarre stood, wobbling and falling over, making her snarl with frustration, using the tree to push her up she slashed at it when she stood with the dagger's blade. She then lifted up her shirts, only pulling down her most inner shirt an cut the arm holes and down the front, ripping it most of the way and pulling it off, sliding her dagger back into it's sheath. She then made a makeshift bandage for her arm. She sighed, wincing the slightest. God, she hated herself, she hated her life, she hated this most of all.
Ziarre wobbled and teetered from the woods and tried to regain her balance, especially in their prescence. Instead of moving far away from them she just leaned against the nearest tree, sliding down to the base, exhaustion sweeping her in it's arms. But she had to stay alert, had to stay awake. But she already felt her eyes begin to redden along with the tip of her nose and her eyes grow puffy as tears pricked behind her eyes. She clenched her lower jaw and looked hard at the sky. Okay. Better, all better. No more tears. She could not shed one.
Toviel looked at her.
Are you okay?
He noticed the bandage. He already knew the answer.
Perfectly, absolutely, wonderfully FINE.
She spoke, harsh-toned and desperately tried to cover the exhaustion. Gah, she probably failed at that. Like everything else... NO. She had to be alert. What if Toviel needed her? What if... She just needed to stay awake.
Toviel knew better than to press, he then looked to the two strangers, his head tilted.
So, what's your names?
He directed it at Josef, but included Sougra with the 's' and a friendly glance at him.
--
Josef noticed the bandage as Ziarre walks back into camp from a brief excursion out into the brush. There was something wrong with the woman, he knew it. He just didn't know what. However, there was nothing in such a distance as she could have gone that could have done that to her. Was the cut self-inflicted? If so, there could be...difficulties with these two. She also looked incredibly tired. What could cause such problems? Demonic possession? Josef didn't know. This was outside of his area of expertise.
"So, what's your names?"
Josef looked sharply over to the other man. Ah, yes, the coward. "You two are the guests here. I think that it is more polite to give your own names first?" His left eyebrow quirked upwards in a questioning expression without his face softening at all. He didn't trust either of these two...though the woman was quite frankly dangerous.
--
Sougra snorted softly when the male told him he couldn't understand him. That's what he had figured...but it was still a pain! Oh well, so long as he could communicate with at least one person here, it was alright, though he guessed what was probably the most annoying about being stuck in this form around other humans wasn't the lack of communication, but the difference in treatment. It was really easy to be ignored...
Though, surprisingly, he hadn't experienced this from these new humans, even though they couldn't understand him, and even though he wasn't in his true form. That man had actually responded to him, and acknowledged that Sougra was actually speaking! Mostâ€"actually, allâ€"humans in the village had just cast it off as jargon. And tossed some random object his way in an attempt to get him to shut up. Sougra had learned shortly after that that trying to get someone's attention that way was fruitless.
Soon, the woman that had momentarilly vanished reappeared, and Sougra's sensitive nose picked up on the faint, coppery scent of blood. And the bandage was quite obviously the source, covering an injury of some sort that Sougra hadn't smelled of noticed before.
He looked inquisitively over at Josef, then back over at the people. How'd the female get hurt?
This was...weird...
He stood, noting that she had bitten her lip enough to make it bleed. Approaching her, he held out a finger to touch her lip, and concentrated. The tatoos on both of his shoulder glowed a soft white, as did his fingertip as he touched her lip. Healing energy flowed from his finger to her lip, stopping the blood and knitting together the flesh. Then he backed off, attending to the fire once again.
--
Sougra blinked, growing more and more confused by the minute, especially when the female buckled a little, a light materializing around her. Something wasn't right...and that begame especially obvious when the pup caught the faint scent of blood, and then moments later saw that the girl had bitten her lip.
Sougra resisted the urge to vocalize his uncertainty and concern with a whine, and instead, once the...well, whatever it was that had bothered the girl...had passed, he slowly, bravely, inched a little closer to the duo, sniffing quietly at them while Josef took care of the girl's lip. He wanted to ask what was wrong; it had seemed like the girl was being hurt by something, by that light. But then he soon remembered what form he was in, and that they probably couldn't understaâ€"wait! Well, Josef had been able to! Josef had surprised him. Maybe they would, too?
Or maybe they were more of those humans that weren't very connected with nature.
What happened? he asked them. But, if they weren't intuned to wolfspeak, as Josef was, the question would sound like nothing more than a few soft yips.
--
Ziarre almost recoiled from his touch, her body stiffening and tensing as he touched her lip. Her anger swelled slightly, but died. She had little energy left and she knew she had to reserve for what was to come. She stayed still and strong, no matter what came she would not bend. But when he healed her lip, confusion flickered in her dark brown eyes, along with grown suspicion.
What was that for?
She snapped at Josef. She was so distanced from kindness or consideration that this was highly unusual to her. She didn't know why he had done that. Her pride was bitter towards that act, and yet her more uncertain side shifted, not understanding this, knowing she didn't deserve this show of kindness. But before you knew it, her eyes returned with their fiery glare and she turned it upon Toviel, a frenzy of dots speckling her vision.
Get by the fire. Now.
Toviel blinked, wondering why she had snapped so viciously. He barely uttered a 'but' before she snarled, it was almost animalistic. She turned around and started to wobble away, the unnatural feel of the ground tilting and swaying beneath her feet made her unsuitable for walking. And her headache, got, she clutched her head, making her way for the darkest and thickest brush nearby. Darkness threatened her vision, and everything pounded in her ears. Oh, god, it hurt. It really hurt.
Toviel looked at Sougra, and he shook his head lightly, sighing.
Sorry. Can't understand ya.
Toviel then cast a worried, green-eyed gaze at Ziarre's receding back as she was engulfed by the woods. He wondered what was happening, why she was wobbling, but suddenly he knew why. He sighed heavily and lowered himself into a sitting posistion.
Meanwhile, Ziarre had watched as a swirling ice blue mist shrouded her and collected at her ruby, forcing itself within it. The color filled the maroon ruby, and it looked so bright. Her eyes soon flooded with the color that had taken over her ruby. She moaned softly, slithering to the ground in both pain and lack of oxygen. Her face was quickly paling as she gasped and pleaded for air, but was unable to get it. The darkness was closing in, so quick. It was so lulling, it's sweet song. It sang to her, beautiful songs and she was falling, so slowly it seemed. But a small seed of anger started to bud and blossom, an ugly flower blooming inside her and she managed to wiggle a dagger out from it's hiding place, slashing her left forearm, over the top in a large 'X'. She felt the blue mist slip from her as her anger became more powerful and a maroon veil lifted from her and chased the blue mist away, but not before it took the screaming, angered face of Eyad. She began to choke and gasp, a throaty laugh echoing from her. It sounded... not very human. More beast, more savage then anything. The sound she heard made her smile weakly. She truely was a damnable beast. She was not meant to live with anybody but her own kind. That's what one of her victims had told her before their death. Perhaps it was more truthful then she had first guessed.
Toviel had been looking around, concern in his green eyes as he sighed, just sitting there uselessly.
Ziarre stood, wobbling and falling over, making her snarl with frustration, using the tree to push her up she slashed at it when she stood with the dagger's blade. She then lifted up her shirts, only pulling down her most inner shirt an cut the arm holes and down the front, ripping it most of the way and pulling it off, sliding her dagger back into it's sheath. She then made a makeshift bandage for her arm. She sighed, wincing the slightest. God, she hated herself, she hated her life, she hated this most of all.
Ziarre wobbled and teetered from the woods and tried to regain her balance, especially in their prescence. Instead of moving far away from them she just leaned against the nearest tree, sliding down to the base, exhaustion sweeping her in it's arms. But she had to stay alert, had to stay awake. But she already felt her eyes begin to redden along with the tip of her nose and her eyes grow puffy as tears pricked behind her eyes. She clenched her lower jaw and looked hard at the sky. Okay. Better, all better. No more tears. She could not shed one.
Toviel looked at her.
Are you okay?
He noticed the bandage. He already knew the answer.
Perfectly, absolutely, wonderfully FINE.
She spoke, harsh-toned and desperately tried to cover the exhaustion. Gah, she probably failed at that. Like everything else... NO. She had to be alert. What if Toviel needed her? What if... She just needed to stay awake.
Toviel knew better than to press, he then looked to the two strangers, his head tilted.
So, what's your names?
He directed it at Josef, but included Sougra with the 's' and a friendly glance at him.
--
Josef noticed the bandage as Ziarre walks back into camp from a brief excursion out into the brush. There was something wrong with the woman, he knew it. He just didn't know what. However, there was nothing in such a distance as she could have gone that could have done that to her. Was the cut self-inflicted? If so, there could be...difficulties with these two. She also looked incredibly tired. What could cause such problems? Demonic possession? Josef didn't know. This was outside of his area of expertise.
"So, what's your names?"
Josef looked sharply over to the other man. Ah, yes, the coward. "You two are the guests here. I think that it is more polite to give your own names first?" His left eyebrow quirked upwards in a questioning expression without his face softening at all. He didn't trust either of these two...though the woman was quite frankly dangerous.
--
Sougra snorted softly when the male told him he couldn't understand him. That's what he had figured...but it was still a pain! Oh well, so long as he could communicate with at least one person here, it was alright, though he guessed what was probably the most annoying about being stuck in this form around other humans wasn't the lack of communication, but the difference in treatment. It was really easy to be ignored...
Though, surprisingly, he hadn't experienced this from these new humans, even though they couldn't understand him, and even though he wasn't in his true form. That man had actually responded to him, and acknowledged that Sougra was actually speaking! Mostâ€"actually, allâ€"humans in the village had just cast it off as jargon. And tossed some random object his way in an attempt to get him to shut up. Sougra had learned shortly after that that trying to get someone's attention that way was fruitless.
Soon, the woman that had momentarilly vanished reappeared, and Sougra's sensitive nose picked up on the faint, coppery scent of blood. And the bandage was quite obviously the source, covering an injury of some sort that Sougra hadn't smelled of noticed before.
He looked inquisitively over at Josef, then back over at the people. How'd the female get hurt?
This was...weird...