02-07-2017, 04:00 AM
As her eyes snapped open a hand instinctively came to shield her eyes from the brightness that threatened to rob her sight once more. Her movement was sluggish at best, the quivering muscles of her arm hidden away beneath the sleeve of her robes. A lost battle, as her arm slowly slumped down upon her eyes.
Breathing heavily, Jaina huddled closer to herself within her cloak. A low whine escaped from her lips, forcing the magus to halt her movement, shivering ever so slightly. Closing her eyes, the magus made an attempt to mutter an incantation.
“Hhhhh..!”
As her voice hung within her throat, leaving only wheezing to come out, a tinge of magic crackled at her fingertips, before fizzling away with a quiet sizzle. Breathing deeply, the sorceress caught her breath before gritting her teeth together and forcing her muscles to act, if only to flop on the ground and lay on her side. Reeling from pain, she could feel herself tapping out as her hand clenched into a fist, her nails digging deep within the soft flesh of her palm. If pain would keep her attached to the moment, she was willing to accept it, even inflict it upon herself. As blood trickled onto the plain white ground of Nexus, her lips curled into a wry smile just as her body was torn by a cough. It seemed like there would be pain whether she hurt herself or not.
Battling against the haze of pain and the fog of unconsciousness, Jaina spearheaded herself to a momentary clarity. Her muscles and were sore and her body was burning. Fever, over exertion. With her momentary clarity, the magus dug her nails deeper into her palm and forced her head to move, eyes taking in whatever little she could. Nothing! There was absolutely nothing anywhere she could see! Just white, followed by more of the same blankness.
Magic didn’t work, and even attempting such rewarded her with mind numbing pain. Magic, it had to be magic, a curse, something that distorted the flow of arcane energy within her. Her mind racing as her clarity wore thin, Jaina realized that whatever spurt of adrenaline had granted her with the momentary functionality, had come with a cost. A pained groan escaped her involuntarily as her muscles all contracted, drawing her into a fetal position, before she fell completely slack, nothing but shallow and ragged breaths indicating that the sorceress was still, for better or worse, alive.
Breathing heavily, Jaina huddled closer to herself within her cloak. A low whine escaped from her lips, forcing the magus to halt her movement, shivering ever so slightly. Closing her eyes, the magus made an attempt to mutter an incantation.
“Hhhhh..!”
As her voice hung within her throat, leaving only wheezing to come out, a tinge of magic crackled at her fingertips, before fizzling away with a quiet sizzle. Breathing deeply, the sorceress caught her breath before gritting her teeth together and forcing her muscles to act, if only to flop on the ground and lay on her side. Reeling from pain, she could feel herself tapping out as her hand clenched into a fist, her nails digging deep within the soft flesh of her palm. If pain would keep her attached to the moment, she was willing to accept it, even inflict it upon herself. As blood trickled onto the plain white ground of Nexus, her lips curled into a wry smile just as her body was torn by a cough. It seemed like there would be pain whether she hurt herself or not.
Battling against the haze of pain and the fog of unconsciousness, Jaina spearheaded herself to a momentary clarity. Her muscles and were sore and her body was burning. Fever, over exertion. With her momentary clarity, the magus dug her nails deeper into her palm and forced her head to move, eyes taking in whatever little she could. Nothing! There was absolutely nothing anywhere she could see! Just white, followed by more of the same blankness.
Magic didn’t work, and even attempting such rewarded her with mind numbing pain. Magic, it had to be magic, a curse, something that distorted the flow of arcane energy within her. Her mind racing as her clarity wore thin, Jaina realized that whatever spurt of adrenaline had granted her with the momentary functionality, had come with a cost. A pained groan escaped her involuntarily as her muscles all contracted, drawing her into a fetal position, before she fell completely slack, nothing but shallow and ragged breaths indicating that the sorceress was still, for better or worse, alive.
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