03-01-2017, 10:38 PM
The woman’s sable hair rippled on top of the chill of saline water. Silver blood streamed from her wounds, and covered everything it touched with a slick layer, with a coating similar to oil. Gary’s eyes had fallen piteously on Caira and her eyes blinked open a dull gray, far from the bright violet that seemed to radiate on her irises in the daylight. The light flickered behind Gary’s shape, blending the room into a mushy storm cloud. Her hand lifted to him, reaching helplessly, then ell with a splash into the flooded water once more, she heard the distant thud of her own arm hitting the metal, however no sensation rang from her numbed senses. Her injury still pouring, she’d lost a lot of blood and Gary was doing something just out of sight with his hands, perhaps it was a ritual, she hadn’t the strength to move even an inch, maybe there was poison woven deep in her wound, that could have been the reason for what felt like her life being sucked dry so quickly.
“C’mon now, you’re a Prime, you’re not supposed to die this easy,” his hands were on her abdomen now, trying to sate the source of the constant blood flow, she saw her own chest rising and falling, perhaps her heart had stopped, her mind was too groggy to process the time of his actions as they streamed together.
Die? her eyes widened, fear-lit and enraged by vigor, she couldn’t die, no, this couldn’t be her end, No... No. her mind fought hard but surely her body, though a soon-to-be-corpse, had enough might left in her to fix herself. But the look in Gary’s eyes had told her the monster had hit something vital, an artery perhaps, and something was very wrong. The blood had drained from his face and he was pale with fear.
Zack, where was he? no longer in sight, she hoped having seen her fall, he had not dashed off with the notes, no, he wasn’t that kind of person... She hoped.
Gary had created a black cloud above her, his power taking shape as it loomed over her body and floated around her wound. She felt a god-awful spark of something painful and smoldering, and a dark chill wove into her soul and caused a perturbing tremor.
“G-Gary...” her voice strained and gurgled with fluid that bubbled in her mouth, he shook his head, eyes full of remorse as he beckoned for her to stop, “My necklace...”
Gary was perplexed that the girl with the last of her strength was reaching for a jewel, perhaps it was sentimental, and holding onto something with feeling would help her focus away from the pain, however, Caira’s expression was more determined than at-ease. There was purpose under her wrinkled brow and behind her dying eyes. Her pale fingertips fiddled around her black attire and grabbed hold of the dark jewel. The room ignited in black.
Sound dulled into a monotone of slow-moving molecules, time was hard to tell, as there was no light in this swamp of darkness. Gary was smothered in it and while he used his own energy cloud to sense around his surroundings, his arms were slow and lethargic and he found it took longer than five seconds for his body to react to his thought. What had even happened? What was that necklace anyway? Gary asked himself first, what any other person in his situation would ask, then he reflected back, slowing down the memory frame-by-frame.
She had touched it and immediately a dark bubble had grown from it. Then he had been encompassed. Caira was probably still on the ground somewhere, and Gary was wondering if this was how she had chosen to end her life, whatever significance this giant, monstrous bubble had been.
Zack was swarmed by blackness and immediately taken by stabbings of fear, he recalled the beginning of his journey and Gary’s trial which was meant to not only hurt but to kill him, and wondered if the secondary had anything to do with this new blurb of dimension-distorting transparent muck. He attempted to blink it from his eyes, but it wasn’t a filter, the air had been somehow tainted, like a shadow had been cast but there was no sun. He could move, but it was slow and had a draining toll on his body, his muscles were soon sapped after just a few nearly impossible steps forward.
The Prime was at the point of falling when the sweep of time-slowing shadow slipped back from where ever it had originated. Gary was pulled gracefully from this spacial alteration and found his eyes widening at the sight now occurring around the girl’s body. He searched keenly for a pulse, however he could not see it from the shadowed figure above her. The figure was the shape of a large lion, it didn’t fit well in the tiny halls the sub consisted of, however its transparent body’s muscles could be seen bulging even from the midnight hue of its fur. His eyes blazed wildly as he looked down at the girl, he was standing over her, one mammoth paw on her chest, yet it did not make contact. The lion, it seemed, was not completely made out of physical matter.
Gary froze in place and made no effort to move, for he was more curious than anything, it was happenstance however that Zack’s feet now splashed down the hall, alerting the lion of his presence and causing Zack to freeze a little too late, as his eyes fell on the sight.
The lion’s dark mane bristled into large wisps of shadowy-needle, while his eyes blazed at Zack, telling him with his engorged, tensed muscles to not dare move any closer. Whether Caira was his prey or his master was a situation Zack had only just stumbled into, and he had no clue.
“No sudden movements,” Gary warned as Zack’s face foiled into one of fear and astonishment. (Of course Gary was no help, though maybe if he wasn’t to move, this was Gary’s beast.) No one had ever seen a beast quite like this, shadow-lions were not even in most books of lore, Zack had little idea, or definition to give the beast he was looking at, and remained silent, with no sudden movements, just as Gary had instructed. In fact, he slowed his pace completely to a halt and the only thing pounding profusely in that room was his heart.
The lion’s tail switched closely to Gary’s chin as he settled his dissatisfaction and continued his intended task. The beast bowed his head to her wounds, breathed a fiery breath into them, and the wound stopped flowing with blood just as a stream would cease at a dam. The lion then looked around the room again, his head was cramped and so was his pelt, however, the intangible beast chose to sit on Caira with its shadowy form, and it did not appear to be heeding her now relaxed and smoothed breaths.
“Gary he’s-” Zack protested and the lion’s dark teeth now shown through his parted lips and with them, a burst of vehement wind slammed Zack’s entire body against the wall he was standing two feet in front of. The alarming slam indicated a thick metal, which his thick head of ruffled black hair had now collided with.
“Zack, this is Caira’s creature, it seems it is going to guard her until she wakes, if I were you I wouldn’t go near her, he isn’t hurting her, it doesn’t seem,” Gary informed him, and the lion looked at the speaker with narrowed eyes, his teeth still bared while his nose scented their emotions better than their faces could tell their intent.
“She can’t sit in that water forever either,” Zack pointed out. The lion’s throat seemed to rumble with a grunt as he deemed neither of them a threat, but if anyone came within inches of her, he’d use those jaws of his to send them both to their maker.
“We’ll have to wait, that’s just how it goes, Zack,” Gary said.
“Hey, did you say Caira’s lion?” Zack asked, looking at the woman he’d known as ‘Ayryn’ with a frown on his face.
“Yep. That’s her first name, kid. Guess I let it slip, heh, I think she’ll live though,” Gary spoke in regards to both their predicaments and Zack faced the black lion, who was eying him -the more probable threat- and the massive sword which he wore on his back.
The lion bared his teeth again, as if challenging who the better wielder was to his sword.
“C’mon now, you’re a Prime, you’re not supposed to die this easy,” his hands were on her abdomen now, trying to sate the source of the constant blood flow, she saw her own chest rising and falling, perhaps her heart had stopped, her mind was too groggy to process the time of his actions as they streamed together.
Die? her eyes widened, fear-lit and enraged by vigor, she couldn’t die, no, this couldn’t be her end, No... No. her mind fought hard but surely her body, though a soon-to-be-corpse, had enough might left in her to fix herself. But the look in Gary’s eyes had told her the monster had hit something vital, an artery perhaps, and something was very wrong. The blood had drained from his face and he was pale with fear.
Zack, where was he? no longer in sight, she hoped having seen her fall, he had not dashed off with the notes, no, he wasn’t that kind of person... She hoped.
Gary had created a black cloud above her, his power taking shape as it loomed over her body and floated around her wound. She felt a god-awful spark of something painful and smoldering, and a dark chill wove into her soul and caused a perturbing tremor.
“G-Gary...” her voice strained and gurgled with fluid that bubbled in her mouth, he shook his head, eyes full of remorse as he beckoned for her to stop, “My necklace...”
Gary was perplexed that the girl with the last of her strength was reaching for a jewel, perhaps it was sentimental, and holding onto something with feeling would help her focus away from the pain, however, Caira’s expression was more determined than at-ease. There was purpose under her wrinkled brow and behind her dying eyes. Her pale fingertips fiddled around her black attire and grabbed hold of the dark jewel. The room ignited in black.
Sound dulled into a monotone of slow-moving molecules, time was hard to tell, as there was no light in this swamp of darkness. Gary was smothered in it and while he used his own energy cloud to sense around his surroundings, his arms were slow and lethargic and he found it took longer than five seconds for his body to react to his thought. What had even happened? What was that necklace anyway? Gary asked himself first, what any other person in his situation would ask, then he reflected back, slowing down the memory frame-by-frame.
She had touched it and immediately a dark bubble had grown from it. Then he had been encompassed. Caira was probably still on the ground somewhere, and Gary was wondering if this was how she had chosen to end her life, whatever significance this giant, monstrous bubble had been.
Zack was swarmed by blackness and immediately taken by stabbings of fear, he recalled the beginning of his journey and Gary’s trial which was meant to not only hurt but to kill him, and wondered if the secondary had anything to do with this new blurb of dimension-distorting transparent muck. He attempted to blink it from his eyes, but it wasn’t a filter, the air had been somehow tainted, like a shadow had been cast but there was no sun. He could move, but it was slow and had a draining toll on his body, his muscles were soon sapped after just a few nearly impossible steps forward.
The Prime was at the point of falling when the sweep of time-slowing shadow slipped back from where ever it had originated. Gary was pulled gracefully from this spacial alteration and found his eyes widening at the sight now occurring around the girl’s body. He searched keenly for a pulse, however he could not see it from the shadowed figure above her. The figure was the shape of a large lion, it didn’t fit well in the tiny halls the sub consisted of, however its transparent body’s muscles could be seen bulging even from the midnight hue of its fur. His eyes blazed wildly as he looked down at the girl, he was standing over her, one mammoth paw on her chest, yet it did not make contact. The lion, it seemed, was not completely made out of physical matter.
Gary froze in place and made no effort to move, for he was more curious than anything, it was happenstance however that Zack’s feet now splashed down the hall, alerting the lion of his presence and causing Zack to freeze a little too late, as his eyes fell on the sight.
The lion’s dark mane bristled into large wisps of shadowy-needle, while his eyes blazed at Zack, telling him with his engorged, tensed muscles to not dare move any closer. Whether Caira was his prey or his master was a situation Zack had only just stumbled into, and he had no clue.
“No sudden movements,” Gary warned as Zack’s face foiled into one of fear and astonishment. (Of course Gary was no help, though maybe if he wasn’t to move, this was Gary’s beast.) No one had ever seen a beast quite like this, shadow-lions were not even in most books of lore, Zack had little idea, or definition to give the beast he was looking at, and remained silent, with no sudden movements, just as Gary had instructed. In fact, he slowed his pace completely to a halt and the only thing pounding profusely in that room was his heart.
The lion’s tail switched closely to Gary’s chin as he settled his dissatisfaction and continued his intended task. The beast bowed his head to her wounds, breathed a fiery breath into them, and the wound stopped flowing with blood just as a stream would cease at a dam. The lion then looked around the room again, his head was cramped and so was his pelt, however, the intangible beast chose to sit on Caira with its shadowy form, and it did not appear to be heeding her now relaxed and smoothed breaths.
“Gary he’s-” Zack protested and the lion’s dark teeth now shown through his parted lips and with them, a burst of vehement wind slammed Zack’s entire body against the wall he was standing two feet in front of. The alarming slam indicated a thick metal, which his thick head of ruffled black hair had now collided with.
“Zack, this is Caira’s creature, it seems it is going to guard her until she wakes, if I were you I wouldn’t go near her, he isn’t hurting her, it doesn’t seem,” Gary informed him, and the lion looked at the speaker with narrowed eyes, his teeth still bared while his nose scented their emotions better than their faces could tell their intent.
“She can’t sit in that water forever either,” Zack pointed out. The lion’s throat seemed to rumble with a grunt as he deemed neither of them a threat, but if anyone came within inches of her, he’d use those jaws of his to send them both to their maker.
“We’ll have to wait, that’s just how it goes, Zack,” Gary said.
“Hey, did you say Caira’s lion?” Zack asked, looking at the woman he’d known as ‘Ayryn’ with a frown on his face.
“Yep. That’s her first name, kid. Guess I let it slip, heh, I think she’ll live though,” Gary spoke in regards to both their predicaments and Zack faced the black lion, who was eying him -the more probable threat- and the massive sword which he wore on his back.
The lion bared his teeth again, as if challenging who the better wielder was to his sword.
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