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Fantasy + Malknick Forest + (Walk-in)
- Thread starter Faydflowright
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Faydflowright
A Wild Fay Has Appeared!
It was time for another reset.
Mal could feel the magic burning in the corners of his mind as he slowly limped down a dirt path. He held his side which was holding the dripping knife wound. He cursed his luck as he continued to walk forward. He had fought monsters, and visited kings on his journey, but it was going to be mere bandits that done him in? In a way, he should be thankful that he was coming upon a reset, he would forget how idiotic he had been. Putting his guard down for a traveling merchant like that.
He had to get back to his camp. He had to write in his journal that they had stolen the key from his person and he had to find them. He had to remind himself that he had armor and connections this time around!
Mal shuffled again, but a wave of nausea hit him immediately. He fell to his knees holding his head. Buzzing and pressure all attacked him at once. He panted and tried to force himself to stand. He had to get back! He lowered his hands and immediately saw the glowing script wrapping around his hands. No! Was it because he was getting closer to the end? Or was it like this every single time?
He forced his feet to work and he took a beeline through the winding woods, blood dripping along the way. Camp was close by so cutting through should get him there quicker. He was going to make it! He was-
His foot caught on a raised tree root and he tumbled forward. The dry ground then gave way under him and he found himself rolling in the dirt. The world was spinning, his head felt like it was on fire, and now something else was stabbing into his open wound. He glanced down and saw some large thorns that were stabbing into his torso. He tried to take one out, but even he knew it was too late. He sat there on his knees as the script and pain flooded over him. He closed his eyes and hoped that this time he would remember something more than just dying in the woods.
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l o c a t i o n : deep in the woods
t i m e : late day, harvest season
w i t h : no one
o o c : just jump on in wherever you'd like!
luxnoctis
clarissimum tempus diei.
kyarai oolendhaal, she/her, fae (elf)
with: mal?
Faydflowright
kyarai found the pungent scents of the forest, always, so enticing. from the rich, musky soil, to the crisp, fresh wind; from the bright, subtle leaves, to the enchanting, delicate aromas of the wildflowers speckled across its endless grounds. with a leisurely, elegant grace, the elven lady slinked through these woods she called her home, an easy confidence empowering each gliding movement. despite the fact most of her kind would shudder to ever consider appearing above, kyarai had never shied from exploring its alluring intricacies. there was an immediate, preternatural sort of reprieve the forest imparted on her, a song hidden within its humming insects and trilling birds, its whispering undergrowth and growling predators, that spoke a stillness into her bones. one she had never, ever found amidst the stiff, stale air of her species' underground refuge.
yet, when the coppery tang of blood stung her sensitive nose, such tranquility evacuated her system. the elven lady froze in her spot, caution paralyzing every cell in her body, as her delicately arched ears twitched in an attempt to scan her immediate vicinity for any signs of danger. a cracking twig, a bush rustling out of place, a shivering, ravenous breath coming too heavy, too desperate... but, she found nothing to indicate the lingering presence of a predator. warning buzzed like a thousand wasps beneath her pale skin, and yet, kyarai found herself drawn in the direction of the random, alarming smell. on silent, nimble feet, the elven lady crept in its direction, carefully brushing her bare toes over top the earth of wherever she planned to step, scouting for any roughage that might give away her position, before placing her foot against the soft earth. the cool grasses tickled the soles of her feet, as if the forest itself was reminding her of its constant, steady presence, of the fact she was not truly alone in any of its wooded corners. with a rallying inhale, breathing in the strength of her forest, kyarai prowled onward, navigating the foliage until the scent of blood became so overpowering, she knew she was upon whatever its source was.
and there, blinking round, sightless blue eyes at the edge of a small glade, stood kyarai, just mere feet away from a crumpled body. with a silken, trembling voice belying what audacity she hoped to relay, the elven lady said, "...hello?"
Faydflowright
A Wild Fay Has Appeared!
The man heard a faint voice... it was greeting him.
All at once pain and adrenaline hit him and he opened his eyes suddenly. He was laying on his side and only could sense the presence of someone over him. He flinched and tried to move away from the person. His back hit a tree trunk instead, preventing him to move any farther than a few inches. Then he saw the blood coming out of his torso and the thorns too. His clothes and cloak were dirty as if he had fallen. When he tried to scan his memory of what happened prior to this... all that came up was a blank. He felt like he had a faint memory of being in a cold damp castle and a twisted smiling face of some figure... but how that random memory linked to his current predicament was not connecting.
He finally registered that there was a concerned looking woman standing above him. She was beautiful, with the sunlight shining a warm glow over her being.
"Are you... an angel?" he found himself asking. His voice felt foreign, older than he thought, "I must be dying..."
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l o c a t i o n : deep in the woods
t i m e : late day, harvest season
w i t h : strange elven woman
luxnoctis
o o c :
luxnoctis
clarissimum tempus diei.
kyarai oolendhaal, she/her, fae (elf)
with: mal
Faydflowright
kyarai's svelte body went rigid at the sound of that male voice. so strained, so bruised... so, unfamiliar. from where it resided deep within the cavity of her chest, the elven lady's heart began a nervous, brisk thrumming. every instinct roared at her to flee, to depart from whatever unknown, unpredictable force this male may be. and yet, her feet remained planted in the cool, soft earth beneath her. from the overwhelming reek of blood, the elven lady knew whatever wounds ailed this male must be deep. lethal.
on light, agile feet, kyarai crept forward, ensuring each step resonated loudly, so to alert the male of her approaching presence and avoid startling him. with every one, she silenced and shunned her instincts. "i am not sure what an angel is," she said gently, an undertone of pity softening her lilting voice as he mentioned death. "but not yet, friend. not yet." as shredded fabric brushed her toes, the elven lady stifled a jolt. especially when the slick, warm feel of blood followed. the scent grew so strong now, it coated her tongue, filming her mouth in its sweet, metallic taste. she steeled her sensitivity, however, unfurling the recoil twisting her gut, as she knelt down at his bloodied side. lifting slender hands, kyarai said, "tell me your name, male. what has happened to you? where are you hurt?" anything to keep him talking, anything, to stave off death's ravenous, looming company. as well as to pinpoint where to reach, to work, as she lacked the keen nose of her people's medics, who could pinpoint a wound by scent alone. she had no formal training, yes, but she had the common knowledge of her people--what forest herbs and flowers to use to halt bleeding, to fight off infection, to wrap a wound, until one could reach those very medics. anything, she prayed, was better than nothing.
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