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GarthNixZozo
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The heat on her back was intense, blinding almost, if she hadn't been able to make out the endless plains of sand and the oasis that surrounded her. Her breaths were short and choppy as she waited for the final blow of the boy's sword to sever her head from the rest of her body. At this point, it would have been a mercy. For, even though she knew the pain was imagined, that didn't stop it from feeling just as horrible and real as if it were actually happening. So, it was with a heavy heart of disappointment that she watched him throw his weapon to the ground in frustration. Only a very small part of her was glad that she was still alive, although the benefits of being so were none at the moment, that she could think of anyway. Ashkara began to shiver violently as the burning across her flesh began to mobilize, swarming near the nape of her neck before going around to her shoulder and forearm, manifesting there. It didn't even feel like she had an arm anymore, but the fact that she could see it proved her wrong in that aspect. Part of her mind registered the pacifist thanking the activist, who bluntly told her to shut her mouth if she wanted it to remain attached to her face. The words were then directed at Ashkara as she continued. 'It's not a favor. I'm doing it only because it's personal. You never had to feel Their harsh slap, so, if the weakling can force you to cry, how weak would I be if I couldn't make you hurt? Besides, I'd be lying if I said it was only because I'm under vow to help the male, and not because I would enjoy it.' She gave a harsh, cruel laugh that held no humor.
It briefly occurred to the shaking girl that the pain she was feeling now was probably not that far off from what it had felt like for the crocodile man to slowly bleed to death. The main difference being that he grew colder, while she burned up. Heh... That must be why it had moved to her upper arm and shoulder... Her eyes flicked away from their unseeing stare at the ground and skimmed over Xenel, pain hazing her vision down to a mess of blurry lines and dim colors. "I'm sorry about your friend," she said quietly, a long pause following. "...Sir Greg. If it could have been helped, I would not have... It was not my intention to..." She lapsed into a longer silence, unsure of the appropriate way to continue such a sentence.
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A small sneeze came from Saraphina and her eyes blinked to consciousness in the pre-dawn twilight, light traces of ice flakes falling from her body as she began to squirm. The earth demon was laying very still, body spread out in front of her like a sacrifice. She would have viewed it as a waste of a body, but with the creature's spirit being held safely within her chest, it was a new toy for her. Though, it made her frown to see that two or three of her hybrids had been mauled beyond recognition, their skin having been stripped from them somehow with sand stuffing their bodies. They had clearly passed on, their physical vessels no longer fit to contain their souls. The Alpha was panting hard beneath her but, loyal as ever, she was unscathed from whatever battle had come to pass around her. His weight shifted when she started to move, hurrying over to the fallen beast for her to do what she wished. It was unfortunate that they had inflicted such deep wounds because, without a healer present, the demon would just have to deal with being a little less flexible. Saraphina scrambled off of the Alpha's fur coat and crouched down beside the dead being's nostrils and breathed out, letting her tiny breath be absorbed by an unnaturally large one that should not have been possible for one that was dead. It expanded its lungs to their fullest extent and when he breathed out, the demon's eyes snapped open. "Find the boy who passed through here earlier," the young girl's voice commanded.
It briefly occurred to the shaking girl that the pain she was feeling now was probably not that far off from what it had felt like for the crocodile man to slowly bleed to death. The main difference being that he grew colder, while she burned up. Heh... That must be why it had moved to her upper arm and shoulder... Her eyes flicked away from their unseeing stare at the ground and skimmed over Xenel, pain hazing her vision down to a mess of blurry lines and dim colors. "I'm sorry about your friend," she said quietly, a long pause following. "...Sir Greg. If it could have been helped, I would not have... It was not my intention to..." She lapsed into a longer silence, unsure of the appropriate way to continue such a sentence.
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A small sneeze came from Saraphina and her eyes blinked to consciousness in the pre-dawn twilight, light traces of ice flakes falling from her body as she began to squirm. The earth demon was laying very still, body spread out in front of her like a sacrifice. She would have viewed it as a waste of a body, but with the creature's spirit being held safely within her chest, it was a new toy for her. Though, it made her frown to see that two or three of her hybrids had been mauled beyond recognition, their skin having been stripped from them somehow with sand stuffing their bodies. They had clearly passed on, their physical vessels no longer fit to contain their souls. The Alpha was panting hard beneath her but, loyal as ever, she was unscathed from whatever battle had come to pass around her. His weight shifted when she started to move, hurrying over to the fallen beast for her to do what she wished. It was unfortunate that they had inflicted such deep wounds because, without a healer present, the demon would just have to deal with being a little less flexible. Saraphina scrambled off of the Alpha's fur coat and crouched down beside the dead being's nostrils and breathed out, letting her tiny breath be absorbed by an unnaturally large one that should not have been possible for one that was dead. It expanded its lungs to their fullest extent and when he breathed out, the demon's eyes snapped open. "Find the boy who passed through here earlier," the young girl's voice commanded.