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Post by Remus on Jan 22, 2017 17:15:18 GMT -6
The priests gaze wildly searched the sands. Desperately looking for the body of Nayru while clouds plumed and wafted about. It wasn't until it had thinned out a few agonizing seconds later that he finally saw her figure. Stillness was the last thing he wanted and the sheer level of anxiety and anguish that pained him as he felt that horrible strong hand grip his heart with crushing vice, he nearly teared up instantly as his mind jumped to the worst. Until he saw movement. His heart burst from the grip of sorrow and nearly through his chest with elation before he lifted his hand and extended his staff into the sky towards her general direction. He didn't notice the twin trails of liquid joy trickling down his cheeks while he began to channel a faint amount of magic, the bright white glow of his staff pulsing before a circle of magic lit up the ground beneath Nayru.
A flash traversed upwards as if to envelop her before her body was instantly brought to his location. Less then two feet from him. The scorpion's threat was insignificant to the Etrurian blueberry compared to his concern for Nayru as he instantly took a glance to Nayru's ravaged body. What he wouldn't have given, to simply take it onto himself and liberate her of the pain. The priest made a small almost yelp of joy at the sight of Nayru's movement and even her expression before he quietly rested his staff over her body for a moment and closed his eyes.
He'd have to really focus on the arm, but first he had to stabilize her. His staff burst into an intense blue light that enveloped an aura of strong warmth to infuse into the dragons battered figure, core and limbs. Less potent on individual injuries, it would however begin to lessen her bodily damage in totality. The tip of of Thyrus's gem pressing gently to her midriff above her naval, so the magic would be at fullest potency while healing her. Remus's eyes searching the burns and her arm with concern while he began to study the mangled limb. It would take serious healing. Some of the most intensive he'd ever performed.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 22, 2017 18:50:26 GMT -6
"What-" The words came out rasping, through tortured lungs, far uglier than she had ever thought. Nayru recoiled from the sound, still disoriented from the sudden change in scenery, unaware of Remus's newfound abilities. All she knew was that she had been there, and now she was here, and everything still hurt like hell to the point that rational thought was less than successful. It wasn't until the familiar blue glow began to envelope her that the dragon actually understood Remus was there, that she was still alive (unfortunately) and that he had begun healing her.
Unfortunately, that didn't immunize her to pain, and she hissed and shook as his work spread through her body, repairing skin and nerves and helping remind her of just how much EVERYTHING f**k**g HURT, by the Sky and the Earth and any other deity you could name, she knew pain like an old friend but rarely had it been so intense and overwhelming. Even lying there with her gut cut open, bleeding out on the side of the road before that Sacaen family had found her a few decades earlier, hadn't hurt that much, at least then she could focus on trying to handle that one major injury for the most part. This was... different. EVERYTHING was on fire, er, figuratively speaking, at least she hoped. Heh. Too bad the damn thing hadn't burned away her shitty sense of humor. But if she could make bad jokes, she was still alive.
With her senses beginning to return to her (again, unfortunately), Nayru could actually taste the dryness of her mouth again, the sense of weight in her body, the sand pushing up against her. None of them were exactly lifesavers, but just... being able to feel those things again reminded her that she was still alive, at least for now.
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Post by Remus on Jan 22, 2017 20:21:22 GMT -6
Remus felt his heart shatter into the smallest of pieces at Nayru's helpless writhing. The visible distaste and agony on her expression and her hiss of pain had a quite horrid effect on him in earnest. Her struggling and shifting of agony made it a bit harder for him to focus however. But...the worst was yet to come. His gaze was as soft as possible while his magic infused her. He quietly played a hand on Nayru's "good" shoulder and spoke gently, begrudging himself for what pain he was about to put her through. He spoke quietly, so he could try to get her focusing on his words initially.
"Nayru...I need to put my hand on your bad arm, if I'm going to heal it as thoroughly as possible. This...is probably going to hurt. alot."
At this point he was acting in the same manner as he would've when healing anyone, but perhaps the worst of it came from knowing her and the pain she's going through. The priest felt fatigue severely setting in, but he couldn't actually give up yet. Not when Nayru had legitimate need of him. So the priest quietly and notedly slipped his right hand down to her own right hand to quietly grip at it and entwine fingers. Infusing a small amount of magic to enhance his right hand so that he could endure any sudden strength she might grip him with. He lowered his stave and clasped it to his palm with his staff cradled against it before moving to her crippled limb aaaaand...
Remus gripped at her shoulder securely with him exuding a large burst of powerful healing magics. Trying to simultaneously infuse his magic within her, and heal up her body as best he could all the while, Remus felt the strain begin to build. He also leaned in somewhat before more diligently trying to further heal her without allowing her to suffer needlessly in length from the severity of the injuries.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 22, 2017 22:29:25 GMT -6
Ok, ok, it's just Remus, he's just helping. The... irony of having complained about the priest's wanton healing and now actually needing it not ten minutes later was not lost on the dragon, despite the overwhelming pain seeping through her blood. If she uh, got through this alive, she was going to owe him an apology and a hug, maybe even show him some of the better places to hang out in Arcadia.
"D-don't worry," she said instead, "it only hurts when I laugh." The kneeling dragon managed a rasping chuckle that, ironically enough, DID make everything hurt more and cut off fairly quickly as a result, but it wasn't so much the unending agony of death itself so much as just a reminder of the already ongoing pain. She uh... decided to focus on just breathing instead. Who would've thought that it would be so relaxing and blessed to just breathe? Well, ok, she already knew that much. Nayru had been through sandstorms before and learned the importance of being able to breathe. But she had always been able to, it was just... unwise at times. After the torrent of fire had come none too far from cooking her alive though, she certainly had a newfound respect for the concept that transcended mere affection. Every breath she took was a reminder that she was still alive, functional, and not quite defeated yet.
Then Remus got to work.
"OH GOD I LIED IT HURTS ALL THE TIME FUUUUUUUUUUU-" somewhere in there, she wasn't quite sure when, her jaw snapped shut on its own to keep the yelp from turning into a scream. Nayru quite liked to think herself tough as a bag of hammers and apparently about equally skilled at making up similes, but what she could usually have endured with gritted teeth and feigned ease was just too much for her right now after all she'd been through and was still experiencing. It was all she could do to clutch Remus's fingers in her right hand, not quite daft enough to squish his hand - she didn't even want to think about halfshifting right now - but the sense of familiarity and comfort was certainly a welcome steadfast pillar to cling to.
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Post by Remus on Jan 22, 2017 23:52:44 GMT -6
Her remark made his lips briefly part into a wider smile. Nayru's comments had always been a source of no small joy for him. The female dragon's tone made him feel a bit better. It...was a shame that wouldn't last. The Dragon's sudden shout of pain and definitively visible pain made him feel like the worst person ever. He knew he was healing her wounds. He knew that it was something she'd have to endure, but it didn't make it any easier to see his best friend writhing in pain. The Priest quietly leaned closer and pressed his hand against her arm more while pursing his lips together and staring to her arm intently.
The sheer level of magic pouring into her from his hand made it look as if her arm was submerged in an isolated blue veil of magic. A swirling murky thick mist that drown it in warmth while he tried to ensure the bones were fully mended. That would make the pain far worse. As he began to mend that though he squeezed her right hand a bit tighter, fingers curling around hers lightly as Remus tried to keep her focused at-least in part on the faint pressure of his hand gripping hers. He was glad that her arm hadn't been removed. He would've likely been too tired. As it was now, with the faint trickling droplets steadily dripping from his chin as blood fell from his nose, and the heavy pressure on his chest and shoulders as he struggled to maintain the magic were proving to be his own personal burden.
The burden however was easily dismissed. No obstacle on the planet would stop him from healing his friend, especially in the condition she was in. Remus's hand renewed the effort to heal her limb further as he tried to keep everything mended and realigned. He couldn't stop until it was healed and her body stabilized. She was stable, sure. But he needed to ensure her arm could naturally heal safely. At this point the fatigue was making him almost drowsy. Either way, Remus knew that even if he couldn't fully mend her wounds he could bring them to the point where they were naught but a shadow of their former selves. He couldn't stop smiling though. The blood lightly trickling from his nose wasn't as consistent as the tears slowly trailing down his cheeks. Large tears that could make a crocodile blush, but purely from happiness to see her alive. He hadn't known such a joy in the face of such fear a moment prior.
"Just stay strong Nayru. Were almost through it..."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 23, 2017 16:13:52 GMT -6
It didn't make it hurt any less, but over half a dozen lifetimes Nayru had learned some techniques to bear pain, and she was sure as hell in need of them now. Her favorite, possibly because she was a musclebrained moron, was just focusing on one thing at a time, trying to block out everything else. So she just breathed. It didn't make the pain magically go away, but the less she thought about it, the more her focus turned solely into regulating regular deep breaths. In... out. In... out. Not too much about the agonizing torrent of pain of her left hand, that would just be silly ha ha fffffffff-
Though admittedly it was the first time she'd actually seen healing that intense, and despite her better judgement Nayru couldn't help but watch. Uncertain on if it actually took that much work to heal major injuries every time or if it was due to the fact that she was a dragon, but it seemed to be a significant investment nonetheless. She didn't realize quite how much until she managed to crane her head up and around a bit to actually see Remus's face. To see the blood and tears emanating from it. Holy crap. Nayru knew that healing could be tiring based on what she had seen from Remus before, but this seemed to be affecting him a lot more than she'd realized. Almost made her feel bad for trying to take it so lightly, but... she didn't really know how else to take it. Breaking down into tears wouldn't really help her fight if something else happened soon.
So instead she just tried to be herself, whatever that meant - the definition seemed to be getting a bit vague these days. The dragon grinned tiredly, not quite having the energy or desire right now to free up her right hand to do anything about it but bumping his shoulder with her head anyways. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."
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Post by Remus on Jan 23, 2017 16:43:07 GMT -6
The Priest couldn't help but smile the moment she bumped his shoulder. Her tone soothing him, which was ironic given he should've been the one trying to soothe her. That was Nayru for you though. Trying to keep him up even when he couldn't find the strength of self to prevent the blubbering about her safety. Obviously she wasn't going anywhere. She was alive, and he'd enough confidence in his healing magic that she'd stay that way now. But...why was he crying then? He couldn't comprehend it. The inner turmoil and his analysis of it was enough to briefly distract him from the now overwhelming headache setting in from his magics strain as bones realigned and fully mended.
Then it was onto the muscles. Bones...were easy. In practice. Though they took more energy to mend, the process and focus of it was simple because the two parts needing to be realigned and merged. Fractured bones were even easier. Muscles though. Those had to be carefully mended. Repaired in a special way. Not something that was easily done. So while he'd mended bones, the muscles took much more time and effort. Several long agonizing moments as he tried to stitch and knit and mend with his magic simultaneously. Still clutching her hand, and hunched over her, Remus healed her arm to the best degree that he could. Skin could not fully be knitted. But muscle and bone had been mended in near totality. The rest of his magic soothing and mending her body in most majority, bar a few outstanding wounds that were merely lessened greatly.
By the time he was done, Remus was leaning down. He'd flopped onto his back panting in ragged breaths laying next to Nayru. His body's weight now feeling overwhelming, and even though he'd quietly laid back it felt like he'd hit the ground with the force of a mighty boulder. His gaze wearily drifting over as he lay in the heat chuckling with his cheek pressed to the sand laden ground. Laughing quietly as he let his body relax briefly, for once not bothered in the slightest by the heat or sun. If only temporarily.
"I ah...ha...did what I could. You'll...definitely have scars...ah..I couldn't heal it all."
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 23, 2017 19:34:05 GMT -6
"Next time - we go somewhere for vacation - let's go somewhere nicer. Like Etruria, or the Dread f**k**g Isle."
Speaking between breaths as Remus finished his work, Nayru couldn't help but rethink some of her life choices, like for example ALL OF THEM that had led to her sitting on her ass on the sands of the Wastes, being healed from a near catatonic state in the wake of getting so close to actually dying for making one single small mistake. Well... a pretty big mistake, to be fair, but also in fairness she hadn't really had any good way of knowing it could just randomly turn a 20 foot arc of desert into glass if it got pissy enough. Or could she? It had breathed that... stuff onto its claws, she had just assumed that was as far as it went. Well, if they DID survive this, it was as good a reason as any to start paying more attention to things she fought, trying to gauge them accurately rather than just assume it'd work out and go in. Not exactly how she was used to fighting, but if she was supposed to be smart worth a damn she could at least make a token effort, huh?
When Remus gave up, flopping to the ground, she couldn't help but chuckle at the fallen priest's act. It just seemed so... un-Remusey to be so casual about his pose and demeanor, he always tried to put up the strongest front possible for everyone. But now, if anything he just seemed relieved. and exhausted. Not just physically. She had seen the tears and blood, and while she hadn't witnessed the Purge exactly she was by now aware that it had happened, on a scale larger than she remembered. The dragon wasn't quite sure what to make of it, having trouble comprehending the fact it might actually have been directed at her. Just didn't compute.
"Well... scars are sexy, right?" Snorting at the thought, Nayru inspected both arms, trying to move them through their paces. The left was still definitely sorer than the right, but at least they moved now with more dull pain than sharpened agony that cut like a knife. If she was going to be fighting at all with them... hm. Slightly ironically, Nayru wasn't sure if she could safely use the basic level of shift, that still put her arms at too much risk. She'd almost have to fight with a proper halfshift of some level for now, though in the wake of Remus's healing she did hope that her ability to return to normal combat would happen soon. Not for the first time she wished dragons had super regenerative abilities - while open wounds tended to close faster than they did for humans, actual healing beneath the surface was... harder.
"And ...thanks, Remus."
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Post by Remus on Jan 23, 2017 20:11:18 GMT -6
Remus had chuckled quietly when she spoke of their next destination should they ever take another trip. Though laying on his back and quietly panting, the priest lifted an arm to rub his cheeks. At that point, noticing the slightly crusted dry blood coming from his nose that was wiped onto his bare arms. The priest wiped that off too quietly, while he weakly shifted his weight to try and get up. His limbs felt...heavy. Thyrus became the ultimate weight support as he pressed himself up and began to finally calm down from the rush and torrent of emotions.
He observed Nayru as she carefully tested her limbs. Trying to keep his gaze consistent in general as his body still slowly shook off the fatigue, which included the drowsy wave constantly battering him. The priest finally began to notice how dry his throat was. His lips were cracked again. His tongue even felt dry. His left hand fumbled a bit before clasping at the water-skin before popping the lid off and lifting it to drink some of the contents. It might've been warm..but it was water. Which was all he cared about.
A couple trails of it spilled from corners of his lips as he took a healthy gulp and two more swigs. Before capping it, he quietly offered it to Nayru before he laughed quietly once more at her comment. Tilting his head as she spoke of the appeal behind scars. He wasn't too sure he understood what she meant but he didn't doubt her. She was likely more of an expert on the matter. Both of scars, and appeal. The Priest nodded his head while she thanked him, before he looked to her with a beaming expression. No words in earnest could compare the happiness he felt just from seeing her safe and sound. Remus paused, before speaking though.
"I...um...I thought I'd lost you Nayru. Like...for good. I...don't know if I ever want to feel that again. It hurt alot more than anything I've felt. Even those wounds I got back at the inn, in Ilia. Those um...hurt alot but this just...felt so much worse. So ah..I'm just really really glad your okay. Heh.."
It wasn't the exact way to word a your welcome, but it was his own version of one. If nothing else it made his merits feel purely selfish. It was true though. He'd never felt such agony. Not like that before. It was constant. unrelenting. His magic couldn't mend that hurt. His barriers couldn't block it. And that...made it all the more frightening to him. Let alone to think of the anger it'd drawn from him. He was still struggling with that. He had a feeling he would keep struggling with that.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 24, 2017 1:53:17 GMT -6
There was probably something in Eliminism's doctrines about using your healing staff as a, well, walking staff, but Nayru supposed that Kraft himself wasn't walking by the lecture Remus for half an hour about the importance of staff discipline. And she wouldn't want to step on anyone's toes that way, of course. So she just let the subject lie, instead focusing on the idea of water - truly manna from the heavens. Better than Mana from... anywhere. Seduced by the cool(ish) liquid, she almost immediately accepted Remus's gift, then refused for a moment as she went to get the bottles by her side, then... yeah. That plan was kind of a bust. Maybe she should've taken her fanny pack off before fighting.
The idea of being caught dead in a fanny pack nearly killed Nayru on the spot, but despite the mortal blow of assumed shame for even imagining it she managed to quietly accept the water and take a sip from it, holding the water in her mouth and then in her throat for as long as she could if only to taste its soothing presence on her mostly healed but still somewhat raw throat. After all, she'd loosed a triple threat of breath attacks BEFORE nearly having her lungs cooked on the spot by firebreath; it was a wonder she had a throat left at all. A good sign that she had managed to survive that much though, the breaths that was - a sign that she was growing... somewhat more proficient at the technique at least.
Somewhat less good of a sign was Remus's broken admission, the lapis priest choked with emotion that spoke to how strongly he was actually feeling right now. Honestly kinda made her feel bad for being more excited about her own progression and being able to drink again than anything else. Again, it wasn't like she didn't feel anything in return, she was just so used to pushing it back down that it was hard to voice.. and she'd always been garbage at accepting graciousness, whether it be a thank you or a you're welcome. "Hey, Remus, it's like I said. I'm not going anywhere." ...She said, having just come very close to going somewhere, alright, and would have without his help. "...But if it makes you feel better, I'll try to be a little more careful in the future."
Giving the priest a quick hug before ducking out in her usual 'oh god we were almost having a nice moment, time to ruin it' way, Nayru got back to her feet, still experimentally rotating parts of her body to try to understand and maximize her field of motion and current body knowledge. Noting which parts creaked, what groaned, what hurt, what burned. "Boy howdy, you sure fucked up that scorpion, huh?"
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Post by Remus on Jan 24, 2017 11:40:16 GMT -6
The priest, now weary and aching did not maintain the hug forcibly like his worry might've forced him to before. Though in the quick hug, his arms did instantly wrap around her as if spring loaded and he added a tight squeeze to it. The blue haired priest was soon trying to brush himself off. Dusting off sand and quietly shaking fingers through his hair as flecks of grain sized coarse nabatan surface which had coated his scalp. Small pockets of it dusting downwards from lapis hued wild hair that was still slick and wet from his sweat. This made it a bit harder as sand stuck to him slightly.
The Priest turned to gaze brightly at his female companion while his weariness slowly shook off. His tone purely expressive of the genuine happiness he felt just to be having this conversation with her.
"Ahah...well...I'm glad. Because you scared me alot missy!"
He managed a quiet chuckle, not making light of the matter but just slowly starting to feel levity once more now that it seemed the immediate threat was over. Remus quietly tapped his staff to the ground while Nayru mentioned the damage he'd done. He looked to where the scorpion's body should have been. Gaze searching absently while he spoke quietly, hesitance born from the thoughts now racing through his mind as he started to recall the details of what had almost been a blackout of pure rage.
"Erm...I...guess I did? I um..am still a bit worried about what happened. I just..didn't know what to do. Like..it felt like my body was just acting and I didn't really think. I just..knew that you'd been hurt and it made me really mad. So much that I...feel like I got a bit lost. If that makes sense? I probably sound insane but I just...this is strange to me. I've never wanted to hurt anything before. But um...I did then. Ah. I'm rambling. Sorry. Er..it seems like it's not going to fight anymore though. I um..don't...see it. Shouldn't it have left a body...like the other two?"
Other two. That made him wonder. The scorpions had acted violently, but the deaths of the others effected them respectively. Had they been a family? It was a troubling thought, really. Had they essentially just killed a family trying to avenge its child? Was that it? Remus felt his stomach churn briefly and it threatened to overwhelm him, before he instantly tried to shift his thoughts elsewhere. If he kept humanizing the scorpions then he'd certainly be lost in a volatile stomach. So instead he focused on Nayru. Just...looking at her while she gauged her body. He'd just focus on his joy that she was safe. Yes, that was much easier.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 24, 2017 20:41:47 GMT -6
Nayru snorted like a wounded dragon oh the irony at the wording used by High Priest Blueberry the Second. Missy! She was old enough to be his great great great great great great AWESOME grandmother, she could be calling him sonny or even youngling at this point. And yet - it did have enough of an effect on her to not be taken as insulting or completely ignored. It was true that at least indirectly, the soft mannered priest had had a great effect on her over time, more than she had realized initially, as they went from two idiots arguing philosophy in an inn to... whatever they were now. Friends? Co-conspirators? Partners in crime?
Whatever the case, now that she was back in action her instincts rose to the forefront of her actions as they often did, and that led Nayru to match Remus in noting the resting place of the scorpion and its complete inactivity, topped by walking towards the still diminishing dust in the wake of the blast to check it out herself. Maybe not the best idea given her recent injuries, but what, was she going to send Remus to god damn do it? Course not. So Nayru did the dirty deed herself, and found a whole fat rotting load of jack and crap. Amidst the crystallized sand and steaming remnants of what had happened there, matched by shards of hardened chitin that had burned or flaked off the creature's flesh likely from the Purge, there was most assuredly NOT a gigantic steaming corpse, or a small one, or actually any corpse at all.
Instead, there were the remnants of a whole in the ground, closed off to where it would be impossible to follow, but the signs of a hole having been dug. How had the creatures arrived in the first place? Nayru had assumed they had been laying in wait initially, but looking back that didn't make sense. They had arrived from such different places and different timeframes that it only made sense for them to be a burrowing race, and, well, it seemed that this one hadn't lost that ability. Wonderful. "Well Remus, got good news and bad news." The resurgent dragon grinned wryly, never having thought that she would be grateful to be able to do THAT again. "Good news, it's gone. Bad news, it's gone." What she suspected had happened was that it had been forced to take refuge from Remus's attack, either for fear of its life or simple pragmatism to avoid unnecessary damage, and likely burrowed away.
...Hopefully burrowed away, anyways. But her gut feeling was that if it had planned to resurface, it would have done so already. She wasn't as used to fighting creatures that actually had the sense to fall back when things got bad, but it was interesting. Nayru viciously kicked the unassuming sand before turning back to Remus and moving in his direction, her senses alert but not on a razor's edge. "I've got a feeling we'll run into that ugly son of a bitch later, but for now we should get moving."
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Post by Remus on Jan 24, 2017 21:25:40 GMT -6
Phew! He was starting to feel a bit better! Less like he'd been run over by a stampede of horses and more like he'd fallen down the stairs! Though..he could relate to only one of those, he imagined the other was pretty horrible. Either way, he was feeling markedly better with some water to quench his thirst and a breather. His body no longer feeling on the brink of imploding and being thrown into the wind! So, yay for feeling live once more! The Priest's energy hadn't quite peaked though and he was only feeling moderately enthusiastic compared to his normal self.
He quietly followed Nayru after a few steps. Moving to observe and though still further behind her and visibly a bit hesitant to just waltz up behind her poking his nose around fearlessly and worrying not about the potential of a giant murder monster bursting out of the sand. Buuuuttt if Nayru wasn't super worried, he couldn't as worried either. That said, it was strange to see the aftermath of his purge spell up close. The remnants on the ground. The blast radius, and impacted ground. Crystalline sand and glass like Deposits. This had really come from him? He...didn't like destruction, but he couldn't help but briefly smile just at the notion that it was a marked notch in his belt so to speak. Though he instantly began to frown at the segments of burnt chitin and flesh periodically scattered about. Nayru oh so helpfully however pointed out something as Remus got a bit closer.
Right. So it was gone. That was literally both good and bad. The Priest rubbed the back of his neck slowly, a bit off-put by it but equally just happy it was well..gone. His hand still managing to brush some sand off his physique as he spoke hesitantly.
"Er...that is genuinely both huh? A rare situation. I er...take it as more good than bad. As long as it doesn't bring others that can...transform like that. I've ah...never seen anything do that. It just...exploded with power. And got so...strange. Like it had transformed into a stronger version of itself. Or altered. But...if we do see it again...I...have faith we can win. We survived this time. Next time we would know more of what to expect. But um...when I recover some of my stamina I'd like to tend your wounds a bit Further Nayru. I know I didn't heal them all and well..unless you heal super fast suddenly I want to make sure their taken care of and dressed well. Okay?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jan 24, 2017 22:37:21 GMT -6
"I don't like it." In the wake of her blunt statement, Nayru sniffed at the wind, momentarily taking the simple pleasure of... well, NOT enjoying the scent of heat and molten flesh and flecks of ash, but glad she could at least do that now. "Looked too much like a smaller scale version of my transformation." More than she might have normally shared, but the dragon was a bit distracted by the eerie similarities - and frustrated at how little sense it made. She hadn't sensed anything of the Nether in that creature, it honestly had just come across as a phenomenally Anima attuned living creature. So she couldn't tie it into her mysterious history in any appreciable way, like the chimera had done, and it didn't offer any real clues. It was just something vaguely similar.
She wasn't sure what it had been fighting for, but then again she wasn't... entirely sure what she was fighting for, either, so Nayru supposed she couldn't really judge the beast too harshly on that note. She'd judge the crap out of it if that sumbitch came anywhere near Remus again though, that was for god damn certain. And next time, if there was a next time at any rate, she knew not to take it lightly. It might even be wise to transform to match it... though that felt like cheating. The creature was certainly deadly but the difference in scale was so immense that Nayru felt as though it might be a little bit unsporting.
And she was the kind of idiot who actually thought about that kind of thing.
"Yeah," she said distractedly for a moment before tuning back in to Planet Remus more fully. "Sure, that sounds fine, but only if you think you can handle it." Another experimental pass over her left arm with her better conditioned right. "If you pass out and bleed all over me as I carry you all the way to Arcadia, I'm liable to be real ornery for a day or two. No sense wasting good clothing... what's left of it, anyway." f**k**g silk was entirely gone, she was gonna have to go back to Arcadian fashions to really feel complete again. Kinda like a retro-chic thing. Back to your roots and all that, right?
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Post by Remus on Jan 24, 2017 22:52:17 GMT -6
Her transformation? It was honestly rare that Nayru even mentioned her dragon form. Remus hadn't seen it yet. At this point he imagined he probably wouldn't ever, but perhaps that was for the best. Nayru seemed very sensitive about it. And that was reasonable. He imagined if he was able to turn into a giant...erm. So. What did dragons look like really? Art was so varied about it, and the temple ruins in Vinland had showed so many different types that he couldn't be sure! It was...surprisingly hard imagining what something looked like when you had legitimately no idea how it looked. He just..imagined Nayru with wings and a tail. Which was...different alright. She mentioned the scorpion was similar to her. Did she grow claws in dragon form? A bit stabby-murder tail!? Part of his curiosity grew. So much so, he crossed traditional boundaries of privacy and quietly spoke up.
"Um. If I can ask Nayru. What does your transformation look like? I...can't really imagine it. I know why you don't transform. You told me as much, but I can't help but wonder what it looks like. And well..since you mentioned looking like that giant scorpion now I'm just thinking of welll..a scorpion with your face and like..bits of silk draped around its head and tail and claws. I...can't help but feel that's not actually what it looks like."
Sure he could be wrong. But was he? He doubted it. Remus moved to follow her a bit more as Nayru experimented with her bad arm and spoke on further. The priests gaze drifting to the hole again before he turned to ponder her meaning. At first he'd forgotten she was talking about if he could handle the healing. Now that was easy enough to handle!
"It should be easy enough to handle! I erm...don't think I'll pass out and bleed on you again haha..wouldn't want to ruin what's um...left of your clothing as you put it. Ah. What does Arcadian clothing look like? Do they have robes there? Er...though that's probably not a good idea in the desert...yeah?"
Right. Multiple layers. Good job Remus. On the way to a proper heatstroke weren't we?
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