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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 29, 2009 11:54:25 GMT -8
Ceara kicked one of the men in the gut as he tried to get up, leaving him groaning on the ground in pain. She smiled proudly, turning just in time to see the hilt of the knife coming towards her head. She spotted Emlyn unconscious on the ground not far from her and felt fear wash over her. What if he wasn't just unconscious? What if he was dead!? "Emlyn!" She screamed, a split second before the hilt of the knife connected with the side of her head, causing blinding pain to roll through her head as her vision darkened and she dropped limply to the ground. She opened her eyes, still conscious, if only barely. Her body refused to move, even as she saw Aithne try crawl away from the new man. She saw the man grab her, and then throw her to the ground and urged her body to move, to get up and help Aithne. She couldn't, though. Her mind was completely blank and her body refused to move. She could feel a trail of blood trickling down the side of her face from the blow. Not serious at all, but uncomfortable. Especially since she couldn't raise her hand to wipe the blood away. All she could do was watch, until her vision went completely dark and she shut her eyes, going completely limp as she passed out.
Only a few seconds later she was conscious again. She could tell it had only been a few seconds because the man was still leaning over Aithne, not having actually done anything yet. This time as Ceara urged her body to move, it did, though she felt sluggish. She pushed herself slowly to her feet, swaying dangerously as she resisted the urge to pass out once more. She had to save Aithne. She wouldn't wish on her worst enemy to be raped, and Aithne was far from her worst enemy. Luckily the man had his back to her, and he was too into what he was doing to Aithne to notice that she was back on her feet. She stumbled forward and then lunged at the man, knocking him away from Aithne. She fell on the man herself, and a second later he had her pinned under him. His face was twisted in a look of fury as she saw him pull his fist back, preparing to punch her hard in the face. Before he had a chance to, she passed out once again. Thankfully. She wouldn't feel him punch her if she was unconscious._________________________________________ Words: 434 Mood: Gooddd Notes: Emlyn can be the one to actually kill him or knock him out or whatever. [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 29, 2009 12:49:59 GMT -8
Ugh...this was not good. He felt a hard ache on the back of his head...where had that man come from? The last thing he remembered was slicing that other man up a bit, then going frozen and falling over...but he'd been knocked out a few times in his life, this was nothing he wasn't used to. He just had to close out the pain, and not let it take a hold of him. He groaned and blinked a few times. He needed to be up and going as fast as possible. He needed to help...
When he opened his eyes again, he saw a man over Aithne...how dare he...he tried to lift himself up but then he fell down again. He cursed, he had to be strong, now for something. He had promised Aithne they would escort her out of own, and now he was very glad they had, but it wouldn't have mattered if they came if he couldn't get up and do something about it. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ceara launch herself at the man, but she looked very weak. Had they gotten her too? She tried to fight him off but then she passed out, and the man was about to punch her...
That was it, he didn't care if his body told him he couldn't, he was going to get him. With a loud grunt, he pushed himself off the ground and threw himself at the man, knocking him away from Ceara before his fist could get her. The sudden surge of anger brought him back to full consciousness. Emlyn got to his feet and kicked the man hard in the side, who cursed and grabbed Emlyn's legs out from under him, sending him smashing to the ground. He brought out a wavy shaped dagger and went over to him to press it to his throat, but Emlyn wouldn't settle for that. He smashed his forehead against the other man's, even though he felt the dagger cut into his throat. The man fell backwards and Emlyn grabbed him by the throat and pushed him up against a wall. Emlyn gave him a dirty and vicious look before throwing a hard punch to the jaw. Then he let his fury take the the better of him and he wrenched the dagger out of his hand and with one fateful stab, shoved it into his throat and let the man sink to the ground. All the energy seemed to drain from him, and he sunk to his knees, breathing hard.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 29, 2009 13:46:12 GMT -8
A [/size] ithne's vision slowly came back, but her body wouldn't move. But, the man was gone. Her arms slowly started to twitch, so she took the opportunity to sit up. Aithne's arms were still shaking, as well as her legs, but she didn't want to give up. Usually if she tripped, she would just lay there for an hour before deciding to get up. But, in this case, her new... friends were in trouble, because of her. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she began to think about how much trouble she caused everyone.
There was nothing Aithne could do, but her eyes watched in horror as Emlyn pinned the man up against wall. She tried to stop herself from crying by looking away from Emlyn. Instead she focused more on Ceara. She pushed her body over and began to crawl to Ceara. "Oh no... what happened to here?!" she screamed in her mind. Once she was next to her, Aithne took Ceara's hand in hers. "Please wake up...," she whimpered; her bottom lip poked out as she moved some hair from Ceara's face.
What if Ceara never woke up? She had never thought of a medicine that would help people regain consciousness. Could she do it now? Just off of the top of her head? No... she couldn't. Aithne squeezed Ceara's hand tighter.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 29, 2009 14:24:18 GMT -8
Ceara was dreaming of Emlyn. Could it really be called dreaming if you weren't asleep? Well, unconscious and asleep were sort of almost the same thing, right? Just one you feel unconscious of your own accord and otherwise you didn't. Still, Emlyn was there. They weren't saying anything, just walking together, and Ceara was completely happy. She just liked being around Emlyn, they didn't have to talk. In reality she just wanted to know everything she could about him. But in her 'dream' she did know everything about him. There was no real need to talk, and she was completely content just walking in silence with him. He suddenly grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall of a nearby building gently, and she stared into his eyes, not at all alarmed. He wasn't trying to hurt her. They just stared into each others eyes for a few moments before he slowly dipped his head and pressed his lips to hers.
"...Emlyn..." She muttered aloud, still unconscious. She had a trickle of blood running down the side of her face from being hit with the hilt of the knife, but it wasn't much and no where near alarming. Thanks to Emlyn she'd also been saved from a broken nose or split lip. She didn't wake up yet, but there was nothing alarming about that. Her body just wasn't ready yet.________________________________________ Words: 247 Mood: Gooooooood Notes: *Evil grin* Emlyn should hear her say his name. *is so mean to her charries* [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 29, 2009 14:52:47 GMT -8
Emlyn panting panted hard as he tried to wipe the mans blood off his hands. He had killed many people, even some today, so why had this man feel different? He hated him. It wasn't just self-defense, he wanted the world to be rid of such a disgusting, despicable man. But now that the rush was over, he couldn't believe how animal he had just become. When he turned the man onto his stomach, he saw the he had jammed the dagger clear through, with the point sticking out the back of his hand. A dribble of blood was flowing onto his chest, from where his own neck had been cut.
When he looked over, he saw that Aithne was in shock. Hell, if just him knocking her over caused that, of course this would freak her out to no end. First a man had tried to rape her, then he'd killed him like a madman. She had every right in the world to be scared, even of Emlyn, he'd acted like a monster. He tried even harder to wipe all the blood on him away, but all he succeeded in doing was rubbing it in.
He heard Ceara murmur his name, and at first, he was relieved that she was awake, but then he saw that she was still unconscious. He cocked his head as he went to her side, leaning over her with furrowed eyebrows. Yes, she was definitely still passed out...was she dreaming? "I...think she's being delusional," he said to Aithne, "Do you have anything that could help?" He knew that Aithne was scared now, but he also knew that he needed her help if he wanted to help Ceara, with whatever was wrong with her.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 29, 2009 17:31:32 GMT -8
"I [/size] ... I don't have anything to help with the state of being unconscious," she said, lowering her head. Even if she did think up something with the supplies she already had, she had used all of her water already. Aithne could try giving Ceara some of the liquid that she made for headaches, maybe it would have enough powerful potent to surprise her mind and help heal whatever was damaged.
Aithne's brown-grey eyes stared down at Ceara as she contemplated what she should do. She didn't want to fail Ceara or Emlyn... all she wanted was to be of some use to someone. Why was she so weak? Why wasn't she built for combat, or at least self-defense? Maybe if she was, she could have prevented this from happening. Aithne carefully placed Ceara's hand down, and she crawled over to her fallen basket.
She worked as fast as she could, pulling out two vials, one full of an earthy liquid and another that was empty. Aithne opened the empty vial and pinched up some of the already refined material in the wooden bowl, hopefully it would be enough. She put it in the vial and shook it around, making sure the powdered greens coated the entire vial. Then she poured the liquid into the vial, and shook it carefully. The new mixture reacted exactly how she wanted to... it turned a red color.
Aithne moved her body as quickly as she could to get to Ceara. She shook the vial once more, to make sure it was mixed throughly. Using one arm, she delicately pulled Ceara up and leaned back her head. Still supporting her head, she carefully poured the new medicine into her mouth, making sure not to drown her lungs. Then, the red liquid was gone, and she placed the vial down, with her eyes still on Ceara, to see if it would work. It should work, or at least help the healing process in her skull..., she thought, meekly.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 29, 2009 17:54:19 GMT -8
It only took a few seconds after Ceara had swallowed the liquid for her sweet dream to start fading. She clung to it, not wanting to give up the moment, but it was already gone and Ceara sighed aloud before opening her eyes, surprised to find that her head was being supported by Aithne and both she and Emlyn were leaning over her. She blinked a few times, feeling her cheeks heating up slightly from embarrassment at being stared at so closely, not only by Aithne but also by Emlyn.
She forced a smile onto her lips and raised a hand in a little wave. "Can I help you?" She asked, chuckling at her own words before sitting up, so that Aithne was no longer supporting her head. She could tell by the empty vial in Aithne's hand that she'd done something to wake her up. "Uhh...thanks. You probably didn't have to do that, sorry for making you waste your meds on me." She said, her grin still in place. She short of wished Aithne hadn't woken her up, as she'd been enjoying her dream, but...she appreciated it, she supposed.
She glanced at Emlyn, her smile disappearing as she finally registered the state her was in, with the blood dripping down his neck from the small cut there, and the way his hands and clothes were covered in blood. "Oh my god, are you okay!?" She asked, sounding alarmed, thinking all the blood was his. Her eyes moved past him to the dead man on the ground and she saw the puddle of blood already forming around him. It took her a moment to realize that not all the blood was Emlyn's, but he still looked pretty bad. At least he wasn't dead, as she'd feared, though, right? She'd been terrified he was dead.
She turned her emerald gaze back to Aithne, looking sympathetic this time. "Are you alright, too?" She asked gently, before remembering that she'd gotten the man off Aithne. But...then she'd passed out, when he'd been about to punch her. She raised a hand to her face, feeling around to see if her nose was broken and she hadn't realized it, or whether she had some swelling in her face. She couldn't feel any, though. She could pretty much guess what had happened, that Emlyn had woken up just as she was losing consciousness and he'd killed the man, she was just a little surprised she hadn't been punched. Still, neither she nor her friends seemed to be too badly damaged. She considered them very lucky. Things could have turned out a lot worse, that was for sure._________________________________________ Words: 471 Mood: Quite good Notes: Lawlll xD You didn't have to do that, but thanks xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 29, 2009 18:15:34 GMT -8
Emlyn sighed an inner sigh of relief when Ceara opened her eyes, he had been in time after all, before the man had done anything to her. And from the look of it, he hadn't done anything too terrible to Aithne either. He wouldn't have regretted killing him so viciously if she hadn't woken up. But other than that, she seemed fine, with just a little bit of blood on her head. Worried, he reached over to wipe it away, when he realized his own hands were still bloody. He should really get that away...
He quickly fetched a couple of cloths from Treasure's saddlebags, first using one to wipe Ceara's head, blushing as he did so, then wiping away his hands. He temporarily forgot about the cut on his neck, but he didn't think that was important. They needed to get away, the town really didn't seem safe today...already they'd been attacked twice. they were pretty close to the edge...they should just book it over and see what their status was there. He didn't like the town anyway, too many people for his liking, and they would always stare at him...
"Yeah, I'm fine Ceara," he answered her, looking up and down the street with a scrutinizing eye. "We should get out of here, can you walk?" He didn't feel like waiting for an answer. Since he already knew that Aithne wouldn't want to ride on Treasure, he may as well let Aithne. In one motion, and without her permission, he scooped her up and lay her on Treasure's back, hoping she at least knew how to sit on a horse. She didn't know have to ride, he would lead Treasure. This, however, fully irritated Talisman, who now had to sit on Treasure's hindquarters as opposed to his withers, her preferred spot.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 29, 2009 18:39:48 GMT -8
Aithne just sat there, taking in everything Ceara said. She didn't need to waste any medication on her? That made no sense. The medicine she made specifically for Ceara had a more powerful quality to it, and Aithne was only to guess that it fixed whatever was broken inside her head. Aithne would disagree, but it'd be pointless and a waste of breath. She wasn't going to make an argument over something she could not win.
She ignored the question that Ceara asked her. It was obvious that she was fine; it seemed to Aithne that Ceara was more worried about others rather than herself. Was that bad of Aithne to think that? No, probably not because no one could hear her thoughts. Aithne believed that no one should ask her if she was fine, because she created the mess to begin with by just being there... actually, the whole world would be a lot happier without her existence. "Useless."
Seeing Emlyn pick up Ceara, Aithne rose to her feet herself. Her knees were a bit wobbly, but she could walk. She picked up her basket and ran the loop through her right arm before wiping off her dress. Was that a habit she was forming, or was it already there without her realizing?
Aithne turned to look at the horse, where Ceara was being placed. She would have to wait for Emlyn, because it seemed that he was her only way out of the town.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 29, 2009 19:12:58 GMT -8
Ceara stayed still as Emlyn reached out, a cloth in hand and wiped away the little amounts of blood on her head. She felt her blush deepen, but she couldn't keep the small smile from her lips as she watched him. Of course she noticed his own blush, but that didn't really mean anything. He was always blushing, he was just so shy. She was more embarrassed that she herself was blushing as well, but still. She did her best to ignore that. She was glad to hear that he was fine, though that cut on his neck still worried her. However, she didn't have any time to actually remind him about it as a moment later he first asked if she could walk, which she would have answered yes to, but a moment later he'd scooped her up into his arms...for the second time that day. How embarrassing...yet completely sweet.
She opened her mouth to argue as he placed her on the horse, however she knew he'd likely just ignored her, so she stayed quiet. At least until she saw Aithne get to her feet, saw that she was a little shaky on her feet. "Aithne, you should ride. You need to more than I do, you had quite a scare." She said seriously. What Aithne was thinking was in fact true, though of course Ceara had no idea what she was thinking. It was true that Ceara was more worried about others than herself, but that was always better than being too self-centered, right? Ceara did in fact know how to sit on a horse- ride one too, though she would let Emlyn lead Treasure.
"Emlyn...What would your cat do it I put her on my lap?" She asked, her grin brightening as she noticed how unhappy the cat looked. "Normally I wouldn't ask, but I'm kinda afraid she might try claw my face off. That's what my cat would do, anyways." She said, chuckling. At the very mention of Blackheart he appeared, walking a little ways in front of them, as though he were leading them.________________________________________ Words: 370 Mood: Bit of a headache, but good =) Notes: Emlyn is freaking adorable. And Aithne should say something degrading about herself, Ceara will put her straight xD [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 29, 2009 21:38:33 GMT -8
Emlyn kept his eyes straight ahead as he started leading them all out of town. Now Ceara was questioning him again. Hadn't she heard before that Aithne was scared of horses? He was trying to be nice. And sometimes it seemed like she was fine with it. He had wiped her head without her telling him that she could do it herself. It was just so d*** confusing some times...you'd think after him saving her life at least once that she would be more open to letting him do his own thing, seeing as he had it pretty down, but no, just no.
She mentioned picking up Talisman...was she serious? "I...wouldn't touch Talisman, the only living thing she can really stand is Treasure." As if to prove his point, the Siamese gave them all a really dirty look. Emlyn sighed. He hadn't signed on for the cat, he had stolen the horse. He had met the snobbish feline when he had tried to ride World's Darkest Treasure, only to get swatted from behind. Over the past year or so, both animals had learned to tolerate him as number three in the world, while everyone else was considered lowly scum. Well, that rule would apply if Treasure hadn't been trained to be a gentleman, though he still was finicky.
"We're almost to the edge," he said as they turned another street, there, the cobblestone paved road turned into a dirt path that led along the hills by the docks. It was really quite a nice place...if you forgot that it was running with bandits, drunkards, and random murderers who killed farriers. Emlyn himself would be glad to be out of that town, perhaps he would find a place more in the country to stay, a more peaceful place.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 29, 2009 22:06:07 GMT -8
Aithne stared at her feet as she walked, though her eyes did waver toward Ceara as she suggested her riding. Aithne just shook her head and looked away, "...no thank you." She wondered if they noticed her tone, how it wasn't the same. Truth be told, Aithne was rather sad, depressed even. She was tired of people just throwing her around like a rag doll, treating her like a toy that could be thrown away. "I am no person's plaything," she thought, closing and tightening her eyes.
Their conversation, mainly consisting of Ceara talking, was about a cat. Aithne herself was never good around animals, though they seemed to like her enough not to attack her, depending on the animal. Cats were more unapproachable creatures; you never knew what they were thinking or what they would do. Her eyes opened to take a quick look at the cat, and that particular cat didn't look as if it would like to be touched. Aithne wouldn't dare to touch it.
She was a bit relieved when they reached the end of the town. It only meant she was closer to getting home. Regardless, she would have to stay in Saor for a little bit longer, maybe a few more days, but she was, indeed, closer. A brief smile crossed her face as she quickened her pace, but only slightly.
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Jul 29, 2009 22:18:43 GMT -8
Ceara glanced at Talisman wearily before nodding at Emlyn's words and banishing the thought of touching the cat from her head. She glanced at Aithne as she spoke, debating with herself on whether to ask if the other woman was okay, but in the end she decided against it. They were almost at the end of town and Ceara had enough trouble understanding her own feelings, it would only be worse if it was actually someone else's feelings. She stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, the whole time wondering whether she should say she was fine and get of Treasure. She decided she'd do that after Aithne was gone, however.
Finally the reached the end of town and Ceara slid off Treasure easily, before walking over to Aithne and giving her a hug, a bright grin on her face. "Thanks a lot, for everything. I hope we have a chance to meet again sometime, Aithne. It was nice meeting you." She said seriously before pulling away. "Now you stay safe! And don't hesitate coming to Saor and asking for me if you ever need any help with anything." She said, smiling as she took a few steps back, giving leave for Emlyn to say goodbye to Aithne in any way he liked._________________________________________ Words: 225 Mood: Good Notes: None [/size]
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Post by Emlyn Zynooth on Jul 30, 2009 7:11:59 GMT -8
"Oh...yeah." it hadn't really occurred to Emlyn that once they reached the city limits that Aithne would leave them, it was somewhat nice to have some calm and quiet around, more like him, and he wouldn't like to see her go. Perhaps when he was more settled in to the area, when he had a home to call his own, he would go visit her. Of course, he had absolutely no idea where she lived, and that could present problems later. He would have to ask now if he ever hope to see her again.
When Ceara slipped off Treasure and gave Aithne a hug, he immediately became stiff. Oh no..he wouldn't be expected...to do that too, would he? He liked Aithne a lot, but, he wasn't really what you'd call a huggy person. Just the idea of putting his arms around her brought color to his cheeks. If only Ceara hadn't hugged her in the first place, he wouldn't be feeling so awkward as he stood there and held Treasure's reins. He tried to look at the ground, like he was ignoring them as they said their goodbyes.
"Um...you live in Skye, right?" he asked, he had guessed it before, but he needed to be sure if he ever wanted to see her again, or at least use her healing skills again, "Just, um, take care of yourself...thanks, um, nice...meeting you." It sounded awful even in his ears, and he wasn't even making eye contact. He wouldn't have minded putting off the goodbyes for later, he wasn't very good with them, but then again, he wasn't good at hellos later, or anything in between. He just plain wasn't good at talking, so maybe it was good that she was leaving so he would have less opportunities to make a fool of himself.
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Post by aithne erinn endellion on Jul 30, 2009 10:04:26 GMT -8
Aithne eyes beamed with happiness once they reached the end of the town. She breathed in deeply and took in her surroundings, before she turned toward them. Ceara was already off the horse and she... hugged her. Aithne blushed lightly from the surprise of the hug, she never expected to receive any kind of physical goodbye from them.
Though, a warm smile danced across her face and Aithne couldn't help but to squeeze her in return. "...I'll be sure to be careful, and yes, when I do come back I'll ask for you," she said in her normal tone of voice: light. It seemed that's what she really needed, a sign that she actually mattered to someone. It seemed the Ceara actually accepted her.
She released from the hug once Ceara did, with that same smile on her face. Aithne looked over at Emlyn, who asked about her home country. She nodded, wondering if it was that obvious, "...yes, I live in Skye." Her voice elevated a bit, because he wasn't looking at her to see her nod. Aithne actually felt stupid doing it, which made another very light pink blush appear on her cheeks. She listened to the rest of Emlyn's words, and it appeared as if he just repeated was Ceara said. She stayed quiet, until she found some words to say, "...I'll be double-careful, 'kay...?" Her tone was light and happy, and she had a smile to prove it.
Aithne began to walk away, but turned to wave with her fingers at them. "I'll miss you guys...!" she said with a light laugh, before actually walking out of their view.
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