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Post by Carsaib on Feb 27, 2007 21:25:18 GMT -5
Xepte scanned the area once again, but there wasn’t a soul, friendly or unfriendly around. Sighing, he wiggled again, but the tree on his legs wasn’t about to let him escape. Blowing a strand of air out of his face, he bit his lip to keep from crying out as a fresh wave of pain shot up his leg. “Gah.... Curse my blindness... if only I could see this tree, then there’d be a chance I could have gotten it off...”
He had been able to wander through the forest with ease for many years, even though he was blind. Today however, was different. His foot had gotten caught on a gnarled tree root, resulting in a crashing fall. The fall not only broke his ankle, but it also caused something to shift, causing a dead tree to fall, further trapping his legs. Luckily, the ground was soft enough that his legs weren't crushed, but the tree was not helping his broken ankle.
Normally, he would have easily healed himself and gotten rid of the tree, but he was exhausted, hungry, and had barely any energy for movement, never mind magic. As night fell, he kept his mental web open. Somebody will eventually pass by... right?
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Post by Aralay on Mar 5, 2007 21:32:17 GMT -5
A vague presence brushed against the man’s web of consciousness. It was not unlike the gentle touch of the wind upon one’s face: you knew it was there, but you were not quite sure what it was or what it looked like. The creature knew he could feel its presence and it sent reassuring waves of friendship without actually speaking the words.
A few moments following this strange sensation, a large cat leapt gracefully from a still erect tree and landed softly on the ground, with its front paws striking first, followed by its hind two. The cat made hardly any noise at all and padded softly over to the trapped man. It hopped up on top of the trunk that held the man and stared into his unseeing eyes. The cat’s mismatched eyes closed as it sent a mental image to the man. It wanted him to know what it looked like.
The cat was larger than any housecat he would likely have seen and had the appearance of a small tiger. It was a beautiful golden tiger-cat with brilliant golden-red stripes along its back leading to the end of its fluffy tail. Its left eye was blue and its right was gold; both showed wisdom far beyond that of an ordinary feline.
The cat opened its eyes and the vision faded.
"Do you require some assistance fallen rider?" a female voice echoed in the man’s head.
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Post by Carsaib on Mar 7, 2007 21:43:14 GMT -5
Xepte, who had fallen asleep, was awoken by what he thought was the beginning of a mental assualt. His head turned back and forth, looking for the source of the prescence, but calmed when he felt the intentions.
"Indeed, madam Werecat. It would be most appreciated. Also, am I that obvious? I thought that I had the fact extremely hidden..."
The stream of images that came from the werecat were like trying to look through fog, so Xepte gave up on trying to assemble them. The tree shifted, putting more weight on Xepte's legs, something that made him hiss with pain. "Screw formalities. Are you going to help or not? I have been under this tree for almost two days, and my right ankle is smashed and sneding waves of pain up and down my legs, not to mention the enormous tree trunk on my legs..." Xepte smiled. "You did offer to help..."
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Post by Aralay on Mar 7, 2007 22:46:07 GMT -5
“Humans were never meant to understand werecats. We see what others do not.”
The werecat arched and lowered her back in a lazy stretch, pushing her front paws out in front of her. She shook her body, causing her fur to fluff out in a brilliant display of golden fur and red stripes. The tiger cat then sat and proceeded to calmly lick and groom her paws. Cats have a rather annoying habit of ignoring you when you’ve irritated them, and werecats are no different. But, because she was in somewhat of an amiable mood, she subjected the poor man to only a few moments of this cold shoulder attitude before speaking to him again.
“That is no way to speak to a lady nor a werecat, even if you are in a good deal of pain. Whose fault is it, again, that you are trapped beneath a tree?”
She let her words sink in for a few moments so that the man knew his folly before she took any further action. An apology was not necessary, but an understanding was. Once the man seemed to understand his mistake, the cat leapt gracefully from the log to the ground. She looked around in the undergrowth for something that might aid her in this rescue mission. After searching among the bushes, trees, and decomposing grasses and logs, she finally found what she was looking for: a nice thick piece of trunk that she could jam under the one trapping the former rider.
The werecat returned to the location of the man, rolling the log with her snout. Upon reaching the location, she turned around and kicked the new log into position. Once this was done, she hopped back up on the first log and jumped down onto the second. The new log worked as a lever and lifted the other slightly into the air. Before it could come crashing back down, the cat lunged from the new log and rammed the old with her shoulder so that it fell slightly away from the man instead of back onto him. Both logs landed with a resounding CRASH that sent startled birds scattering into the sky.
The cat sat down and began to continue grooming her paws as if nothing had happened.
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Post by Carsaib on Mar 10, 2007 20:21:59 GMT -5
Xepte had been thinking of a way to redeem himself, but all thoughts were lost as his senses scrambled from the resonating vibrations of the crash. Grateful for the disappearance of the pressure on his shattered ankle, he slowly rolled onto his back, cringing the entire time. “Thanks. May I ask you another favor? Do you know how to heal this kind of ailment? I’d do it easily, but I haven’t eaten in about... a day and a half, ever since I lost my bag while fighting off a small band of ruffians...” His sightless eyes roved the area from behind their silken barrier, but his mind was focused on the Werecat. He was extremely hungry, something that was betrayed by the loud growl from his stomach.
The pain in his ankle was slowly ebbing away, as he was getting used to it, but when he tried to sit up, it cracked, shooting intense pain and causing him to fall flat on his back. He laid there, shut off his mental field, and slipped into darkness. Powerless to fight and cursing himself the entire way, he slipped into unconsciousness.
(Sorry for the length, but there isn’t much else he can do in his current state... especially since he hasn’t eaten in almost day and a half.)
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Post by Aralay on Apr 3, 2007 18:45:13 GMT -5
(Erm... Sorry I haven't posted. I can't think of anything to write at the moment... I'm working on it though! Something will come to mind eventually!)
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