the spice of life

Fused Eidolon · Apr 7, 2003

The meek pose was completed as cerulean orbs dipped, lowering so that they didn't even seek his sister's own baby blues. Tail tucked slightly, limp and dejected as he quietly awaited the verdict. Wings beat solemnly, as if someone's death had occured, and Reveri was going to their funeral. His heart was heavy with deep sorrow that he had caused such pain to the sibling of his soul. Rev's own soul writhed in painful depression, the seething anger that had earlier festered in his sister's mind having seared the male to the core. Sometimes Reveri could be cruel, but to Okkie, never. Not intentionally. He would never leave her, not spiritually. Physically, sometimes the pair had to part, but his soul was always beside hers, walking with her where ever she went.

Eyes widened, and quickly turned upwards, seeking his sister's own occuli as she poured out her heart, bared her soul before him. Perhaps it wasn't the entirety of her own mind's anger and sorrow, but at least she was opening up a bit, to tell him of the depth of her distress. Immedietly, the meek position was dropped, and the male returned to an equal stance to his sister's own. Neither was the other's superior, when one was in such deep pain. Already, Reveri was calming, becoming the caring and compassionate male that he had always been. "I... I thought we were playing still... I was going to come to ease your suffering, but I began to descend, without thinking. When I spotted you again, I thought the game was on... dear Okkie, forgive me? Torn apart? If you never bid me leave your side again, sister, I would remain forever crawling beside you."

His last words were probably lost to the wind, since her caramel dial turned in shame, though not before Revvie caught sight of crystalline tears pooling in her eyes. Without thought, just as she spoke, he eased forward. Neck curled over hers, head dipping over her own, rough tongue flickering out to lick away the salty teardrops as they tumbled from her eyes. Comforting croons escaped his throat, rumbles of silent soothing reverberating through his body, and caressing her own. Easing the pain away, or that was the intention, in any case. If words were needed to reply... well, Reveri was going to supply them. "Never, beloved, never would I leave you, unless you bid it." Reveri murmered, brotherly love written across his softly spoken words.

Stormwing · Apr 4, 2013

<dd>Â· in character</dd>
His posture spoke of sorrow and guilt. Hers? Also reeked of sorrow and guilt. There was really no difference in the churning emotions betwixt the two. Reveri felt badly about how he had scared Okkie. He wanted her forgiveness and her happiness. His whole body was flattened in shame, and he seeked the solace which could only be found in the femmeÂ’s words. But she, too, was flailing in a whirlpool of negative sentiments. She felt very sad, for the prospect of RevÂ’ ever leaving her side, that utter, deep fear, had not yet left her. Even though he was right beside her. And, lastly, she felt guilty for inflicting such grief and humility in the charcoal male. She wanted him... to suffer what she had endured... Or she thought she wanted him to. But what she saw did not bring satisfaction. Only resentment and more sadness.

Â“I am angry with you, but I am also sad, because I do not like to chastise and be the wrathful one. You hurt me, and I thought that turning away would hurt you, and that I would be sated. But seeing you sad does not aid my woe at all... only lengthens and deepens it."

Eyes, now moist but not yet tearful, flickered as Okkie angled her cranium. Now, she was not fully facing him, but she was also not facing fully away. Half-hidden. There was indeed oceans of swirling emotion in those half-lidded oculars, and the caramel pendragon stiffened as her brother suddenly resumed a normal stance. Why? She could not say, she did not know. It was just a voluntary reaction to a... to a potential threat to her assertive and flustered nature. And she wasnÂ’t fully finished speaking or feeling yet.

Â“I..." What was it she was going to say? Was it more eloquently-woven words of grief? An angry rebuke as he dared match her stance in this angry moment? Or just a random stammer? She did not know, for her sentence never got the chance to complete itself.

For Reveri had positioned himself so that there was a cove of warmth for Okkie to sink into. It seemed that he could bend a certain way, arch his neck to a certain degree, and there would be a perfect niche for Okkie to snuggle into. Only he was the one who came closer, wrapped his heat around her wracked bodice. It was he who crooned of comforting words, whose laced dialect attempted to soothe OkkieÂ’s weary ears...

But she was not ready for him to come so close. Not just yet. Sure, their quarrel was relatively minor, but he had redeemed himself, he had forgiven his own trespasses, it seemed. Whereas it was not his place. It was OkkieÂ’s. And she knew this, and reacted accordingly. She tolerated his acts of solace, did not flinch or bite or try to move away from his embrace. But instead, her entire body stiffened moreso than before, and ears flicked back to paste against sculpted nape. Then silken snarl rumbled deep in chest; a displeased noise, one that was not quite ready, not quite forgiving.

Fused Eidolon · Apr 10, 2003

# out of character

Mwah... for the sake of interesting roleplay... x)

# in character

His sister stiffened, and the male began to tread air, moving backwards at her warning snarl. Confusion flitted through his eyes, tail tucked once more, head lowered. Though he had known that he wasn't yet forgiven his trespass, the dark male had only been intending to help. Soft occuli told as much, before they were cast at the cloud-laden sky below. Whimper escaped weary throat, worn and tired of the sorrow that laced them both. Sick and tired of having to be submissive before one he loved, of being reproached and quietly apologetic about an accident. Why she couldn't simply lick his cheek and mention that it was alright, he couldn't understand. Her anger and seething frustration made no sense. He had only done what was in his nature, what filled the core of his warm and compassionate soul.

Before he could speak, however, a blur of some dark flying beast snapped towards him, and sharp talons reached for the inner portion of his wings. Eyes widened as the male batted at the smaller critter, unsuccessfully, as the claws of the avian did their work, slashing the lower portion of his leg, and not the wing, as it had intended. Stunned, Reveri was unable to fend off a second attack, which successfully struck his left wing. Forepaws locked up against his chest, head and vulnerable neck tucked so that they were protected. It all happened in a matter of seconds, and the creature was away before Rev could even attack back. All of it had happened so suddenly, so unexpectedly, that he hadn't been able to respond. His left wing went limp, and the ebony-silver male started to tumble towards the ground, hurtling towards the icy terrain.

A soft yelp escaped him, and his right wing fluttered faintly, though it was in vain, and he continued to fall at an accelerated rate. Eyes closed and head snapped back as he fell unconscious, due to the air lost during the swift descent. Wings instinctively spread out, the right one stiffening to spread the blow, to make sure the male wasn't harmed permanantly. From then on, it was all murky blackness to the pendragon. In the depths of his mind, he gaped at the lack of sight, trying to suck in breaths, though what had once been air became inky liquid. Mentally thrashing, he tried to reach the surface of the pool that was slowly drowning him. In truth, the male was neither drowning, nor thrashing. Still breathing, he was, in ragged gasps, as he plummeted towards the mountain...

Stormwing · Apr 10, 2003

<dd>Â· in character</dd>
Was this tomfoolery? Were her emotions and actions off target? Was she reacting too harshly? Too gently? Did Reveri deserve active punishment, or would the mere knowledge that he had inflicted pain upon his soul-sibling do? These questions — and many, many others — flickered through the young female’s mind. Her decisions had been cemented and firm in foundation just moments ago. But something about Reveri’s deep shame and frustration bit into her. Hard. Deep. She was going about this the wrong way... But what, for the love of Ramath-lehi, was the right thing to do in this situation?

Gah...

The caramel femme fatale was about to turn her chiseled faÃ§ade so that it fully faced her charcoal counterpart, so that her powder-blue orbs could search his of quicksilver. She wanted to know why this moment was so intense. Was it her fault or his? Was her paranoia or his carelessness the cause of the discomfort? Was it really her, or was it him, who would not let the issue drop so that they could move on and play again?

“Reveri. I think I’ve let my emotions run away with me. How dare I ever think you would voluntarily abandon me! You’ve never... not even when I was the worst bitch... you wouldn’t... I should have known that you would be the last to ever desert me. And I should not be angry, but worried. I should have asked not ‘What took you so long, why did you scare me like that?’, but instead I should have queried, ‘Are you okay?’ Sometimes, I can be truly self-absorbed. I apologize deeply, and in turn I hope you never play such macabre games again.”

Where all those words had come from, she did not know. The slim, mocha-streaked Okkie XII was a rough-’n-tumble sort of pendragon. She had a solid heart and a crafty mind. She boasted a clever and solid nature. Tears were not commonplace to her. Neither were the emotions of sadness, regret, guilt. But here she was, spawn of evil deeds done in the past, tumbling in a pool of negative sentiments. Only this obsidian he-’dragon, scaled pelt tipped in golden and silver, could ever invoke such feelings in the stone-cold female. After all, he was her secret-keeper, her playmate, her kin of the soul. Of course she would feel the echoes of his pain, share in it, reflect his feelings...

And, suddenly, the truth of this became intensely real. The sound of tearing pierced the air, along with high-pitched screeches. ’Kie jerked away from Revvie just in time to see a foreign creature lay one of his forelegs open to the bone. Then... more tearing. The creature wheeled in the sky and came for another round, shredding into Reveri’s leathery aerial devices, spraying sprinkles of blood as veins were severed. Pain wracked the air, and a quiet yelp was emitted by the stricken male, as he lost consciousness and began to drop. All of this — in only seconds.

The emotionally torn Okkie blinked as the events took place, unable to decide whether to engage the antagonist in combat, or help Reveri escape. In the end, she had no time to decide. The attack was over quickly, and the stranger beast was gone. And she was left to watch as her brother’s head drooped, and he began a downward spiral towards the hard ground below. It was then that she broke into action, wings slaying the air with magnificent momentum, body screaming at a sharp angle towards the earth. Towards the plummeting Reveri.

One paw reached out. Attempting to clutch the strut on his un-wounded wing. Would she be able to hold it, to stop his plunge towards certain death...?

Fused Eidolon · Apr 12, 2003

Almost everyone's heard that saying "before you die, your life flashes before your eyes". Well, for Reveri, that was pretty much true. Images flickered through his mind of his soulsister, the places he had been, the ranks he had held. All of his flitted through his mind as he gagged, mentally, on the thick, muffling muck that seemed to surround him. Paws tread the waters of his mindscape, seeking an escape from the dangerous place. Death was imminent, he knew it, and accepted that. Somehow, the male felt that death wouldn't be such a bad thing. He was entirely calm once he realized where he was going, and allowed himself to sink, no longer flailing for a life he couldn't own. What was the purpose for living, besides, when lethal anger seethed on the surface of his sister's own mentality?

The male was shocked out of his unconscious state as one of Okkie's forepaws snatched his un-wounded wing, snapping him from his swift descent. Glassy eyes tried desperately to focus on 'Kie, soft words whispered. "I...'m s-ss-sorry, 'Kie." Faint words probably lost to the wind as his head fell back once more, eyes closing with no little effort from the slowly drifting soul and mind of the obsidian pendragon. Reveri didn't want to appear dead, for he knew he wasn't, as much as his mind had tried to suffocate him, smother him in the idea of leaving this world. Fortunatly, perhaps, his sister had saved him from an immediete demise. No death would come to this obsidian male, not today, anyways. Which was almost sorrowful, to the dazed mind of Reveri. He wasn't sure what to think. Okkie had been so very angry, yet she had also saved him. Love survived the refining of her temper. Yet had he been forgiven? That was the real question.

The bleeding of the male, physically, had mostly stopped. Icy temperatures had frozen the wounds into silence, though they were still dangerously deep. The unknown creature's claws had penetrated the defenses of the male, though he knew not why he had even been attacked. In any case, it was probably not safe to remain in this parts. With the uncosncious state of Reveri, and his slowly ebbing life force, he had to get somewhere, safe. This Revvie knew in the depths of his confused mind. Once more, he had begun to struggle towards the surface of consciousness, though he ignored the mental choking that began as he continued to control his physical breathing. It was neither a losing, nor a winning, battle, though. He was wandering in the depths of his mind, while, physically, he was hanging onto life only by the paw of his sister.

Stormwing · Apr 12, 2003

<dd>Â· in character</dd>
There was a momentary whiplash, as cat-like paw scrambled for purchase on Reveri’s strut — and ultimately found it. His inertia towards the earth below was halted, his momentum frozen abruptly. And Okkie found that, suddenly, much weight was connected to her arm, and she had to beat her wings twice as fast. Twice as hard. For now she was carrying the weight of two. Tired though she was, drained from the fight, and now holding up a beast who likely weighed more than herself, the pendragon slowly and carefully descended, snowy wing-breadths beating the air with frighening intensity. It was only when Reveri’s tail brushed the ground and she felt the weight lessen did the strain ebb somewhat. The physical part, anyway.

“Reveri? Reveri?”

Her voice was frantic as the femme nosed her onyx brother. He had gasped a few words as they had slowly slipped towards the loam, but she had barely heard them. An apology, maybe. Which only served to tear at Okkie’s soul. Was he going to die, suffering terribly, thinking she hated him and that she would never forgive him?

“Y-you have to live. For me. For yourself.”

The Kanji-marked she-’dragon nosed his hide, felt his cool body. Then, as she had done an hour or so ago, back when they were being playful, she pushed her head beneath his bulk. Then her chest. Then the whole of her torso. When she was positioned fully beneath him, the caramel femme fatale stood, Revvie on her back like a wounded soldier. Why? She had to carry him somewhere safer, so he would not die of exposure.

Though his weight was great, and it stole her breath away, the ivory-marked pendragon began to walk. No, lope. She was hurried, flustered. She did not want Revvie to die in pain, emotional or physical. Though she had noticed his wounds were no longer spilling precious life blood, she had to find someplace warm and safe, so she could nurse him, so he could heal.

There! A small cavern betwixt two outcroppings. Cool and dark, but safe. Okkie immediately slunk towards it, sniffed it out. It was safe. Gingerly, she let Reveri drop from her back, which sighed in relief. But Okkie herself found no such solace. She found only fretfulness.

What was she to do?

Fused Eidolon · Apr 12, 2003

Dark coils spread across his body, squeezing the life out of him. Reveri called out in immense pain, a whoosh of faint air as the breath was tugged out of him. All of this occured at a mental level, the physical Reveri merely hanging limp from the gripping paw of his sister, head rolled back, eyes closed. Rev screamed in his mindscape, flailing and smacking with his paws against the inky death that threatened to choke him. Icy air forced itself into his air way, both physically and mentally, and the male momentarily choked on air. Physically, he spasmed, head snapping up and then falling back again, a movement that eased his nostrils for a couple of seconds. Bottlebrush tail brushed the ground, and the remainder of his body soon followed.

Death's grip eased, though she still held fast to her new victim. Reveri breathed more easily, fighting against the serpentine form Lady Death had chosen to take for him. As he was hauled along, death faintly released him, allowing him to fall into the murky depths of his mind once more. Reveri allowed himself to sink this time, mind exhausted by the battle he had already waged. Besides, he knew that it was not physical suffocation, so the choking solids that forced themselves into his throat, lodging themselves in the body of his mentality, were nothing more then dreams, fleeting ideas that would evaporate when he reached consciousness again. And Revvie vowed to go back to the real world at least once, to gain the forgiveness he longed for from the kin of his soul. If that was all he got, then the charred male would be content.

As he was set in the cavern, the male slowly rousted to life, listless eyes glancing about, though he didn't move his head. Silvered occuli sought one figure alone. The fearful and sorrowed gaze of his sister caused a wheezing cough to escape the male, a soft sound of comfort that was far from his earlier display of affection. Dark paws tried to force him up, but they could scarcely move, let alone ease him into a sitting position. His breaths came in ragged gasps for a few seconds, before he remembered the fact that he was momentarily in the real world. That immedietly sparked thoughts of his sister, and forgiveness. Eyes widened, which caused the male to wince, feeling the pain of his wounds for the first time since awakening. Heaving a breath into his lungs, and quickly speaking, since he knew he might have little time, Reveri relieved his mind of a heavy burden.

"'Kie... p-please forgive me. I l-love an' f-f-luff you f-ff-forever." The male said, though it took great effort to speak such, and the male wearily closed his eyes, though he did flick his ears slightly to make sure his sister understood he was still physically conscious.

Stormwing · Apr 12, 2003

<dd>Â· in character</dd>
Okkie was beginning to sink in the ocean of frustration and panic. The gashes that were ripped across Reveri’s wing and leg screamed in dyes of ruby and black. Reminding her with screaming intensity the urgency of this moment. But the femme fatale was no medic. She did not know of herbs or medicines that would aid her in this moment — if any could even be found in these remote and icy bluffs. She had no idea how to dress the wounds. She had no clue if she was doing the right thing by placing him in a cold chamber of darkness. Worst of all... she had no idea how he was faring.

She wanted him to just wake up. For this horrible moment to be over. But there was no movement from her charcoal sibling. It was disheartening and scary and ’Kie sank to her haunches as her heart jumped into her throat. She was just going to stand by — uselessly. Watch as her brother perished in misery and pain.

But then obsidian cranium lifted. Quicksilver eyes peeled open and seemed to fill the cavern with light. Okkie was alarmed into silence and she watched with rapt attention as those mercury oculars met with hers. The contact was intense and blistering. ’Kie almost had to look away — but she could not. She knew this could be the last time she peered into those soulful eyes. The last time she drowned in their crystalline depths. Heart-breaking it was to stare into the seas of silver... but she had to.

“’Kie... p-please forgive me. I l-love an’ f-f-luff you f-ff-forever.”

Entire body stiffened as these lyrics poured from Reveri’s dry maw. Had this moment been happening to anybody else, Okkie would have laughed at the corny’ness of it all. The stammering and the words themselves would have sent her into a fit of giggles. But here she was. One of the toughest female pendragons out there, an aggressive and mean creature if and when she wished. She rarely softened... but tears welled in her eyes and heart thumped with wrenching pain as the vocalizations rent the air. So cute. So Revvie-like. So final and so sad and so grave.

“Revvie,” Okkie said, leaning toward his ear, swallowing her tears. “You are, by all means forgiven. Please forgive me for my trespasses against you.”

Without another word, the caramel female slung her belly to the earth, and curled around her soul-sibling. She shivered in devastating fear, and arched her neck over his. Cool blue eyes flickered and then closed, and Okkie tried with all her heart to fend off the pain and the agony and the looming shadow of death.

Fused Eidolon · Apr 14, 2003

Tired, so very tired. Death's crooning summon came from the other side of this thin line, cutting between life and the afterlife. Her call was soft, kind, beckoning him to return to her, to drown in his own blood. Reveri knew it was delirium, but that didn't keep him from shivering all over, less from cold then fear and weariness. Icy eyes opened, silent and cold with the settling hand of death. The form of his sister was shifting constantly, blurry and torn between being Okkie and - strangely enough - the snow-coated female Reveri had known as Amarilla. Coughing lightly, a faint smile twitched at the edges of his lips, and feverish eyes locked on the one he would have once done anything for. Dry lips spilled her name to the world, soft whispers of a memory, of the delusion of her prescense.

The eyes of his former lover were soft, torn between pain and comfort, as she stepped forward, ivory paws brushing the ground, tail swishing thoughtfully. A low, crooning, loving sound escaped her vocal cords. Reveri shook his head feebly, closing his eyes, the uninjured forepaw slamming against his eyes, covering them. Soft whimper escaped his mouth at the stress that had caused his injured wing, as it rustled slightly, moving to balance him better. When he opened his eyes, Amarilla wasn't gone, though her wispy form was more spiritual then physical. Well. That was possible, for her to be here in spirit. Amarilla was strong in magic, after all. Otherwise she never would have been the counseller of Demi. The mere thought of that male - who had, after all, brought him here - was painful. One he had considered a friend, who, he figured, had probably sent that winged beast. He had never seen one before. Never in his entire life. Even after living here, he hadn't seen one. Unless it was out of its habitat, that creature wasn't of this world.

The illusions broke off as Okkie spoke, the harsh reality of her voice a relieving one. Tail spanked against the ground, thankfully not causing any pain to the dark male. The whispery scent and apparition of Amarilla turned to gaze in intense, burning malice at Okkie. Shocked occuli widened as he viewed the rage of the ivory female. Perhaps she wasn't here, after all, Ama had always kept a cool head. Or, mayhaps, she didn't know anyone could see her. Okkie obviously couldn't. Or could she? Confused, the male finally allowed the words his sister had uttered to sink in. He was forgiven. That meant he could die, slip away knowing that he had been given the reconcoliation he had asked for. At that thought, Amarilla seemed to be triumphant. Reveri snorted softly, remorse in that sound. Only a short time before coming to Ramath Lehi, he had seen this true form of the female. One he had thought was the mate of his soul. In truth, she was a dangerous and evil being, dark and seductive. No longer was he in her control. He wasn't going to let her win. Rev had to live.

Okkie's body coiling about his was replied to with a soft, hushed whisper of affection, a quiet attempt. Closing his eyes for a second, the male pulled his head up slightly. Already, his strength felt to be returning. Both wounds still throbbed, but the pain the falling had forced, slamming into his lungs and the rest of his body, was gone. And he hadn't fallen and been crushed on the ground. So that was good. Smiling feebly, he turned his head slightly to lick the ear of his soulsister. Soft words were uttered, then, comforting and confident. "Dear sister, I shall survive. I have to. Amarilla doesn't want me to, you see, and that means I have to. Besides, I can't leave you. My soul would remain bound to yours, and I'm afraid your shell cannot contain the pair of us." Some quiet wisdom whispered through those words, ancient knowledge bestowed upon him. The renewed warrior, the sacred knight. Only he knew who he was. What had happened since he had last seen Okkie. Shivering at the thought, he tucked his head more firmly underneath hers, and relaxed, content and healing.

Stormwing · Apr 14, 2003

<dd>Â· out of character</dd>
This is short just because.

<dd>Â· in character</dd>
Bladed bangs flopped over Okkie’s orbs as she shuddered there, clinging to her brother’s waxing and waning warmth with all her might. Teeth chattered a bit, because fear was churning in her belly and making her ill. Also, the coolness of the chamber was of no help. It was icy... and the presence... the apparition of something added to the interior’s chill. The young caramel female was forced to spread open snowy wings and wrap them around herself and around Reveri. It seemed like the only and last useful thing she could do.

But suddenly there was a ray of hope. Reveri shifted and his warm tongue graced her ear. He whispered soothing words, some of them seemingly delirious, then lay his head back down. This time, not to fight off death, but to welcome rest.

Slightly comforted, ’Kie, too, closed wicked eyes and welcomed the consolation that was sleep.

Fused Eidolon · Apr 17, 2003

# out of character

Mm... this one is too. Just because. :noddle:

# in character

Claws snapped out of their sheaths, scraping against the cool floor of the cavern as fleeting, feverish dreams passed through Reveri's head. Domed cranium remained firmly planted where he had placed it priorly, near to the head of his soulsister. Frantic hindlegs pressed against the side of Okkie, though, in one moment of absolute terror, a dream filled with fear and death. Silver-blue eyes snapped open, the male sucking in breath, though his breathing had been even and calm up until that point. Soft whisper of a sigh escaped his lips as he realized it had all been a dream. For a fleeting second, he even thought the fight with the avian, the meeting with his sister, had also been a dream. Yet the warmth of her body, and the fact that her own dial pressed down on his, soothed such thoughts quite quickly.

Fever was slowly coiling around the male, and he forced ebony ears to sidle back so that they could hear, instead of being jammed between his head, and his sister's. The soft rustlings of creatures in the night caused his eyes to widen. Was it evening already? How long had they been sleeping? There wasn't much time for him to think, as slumber drifted about him once more, causing his mind to become slow and drowzy. Tongue lapped out to caress the cheek of his dozing sister, before the obsidian male tumbled into a fitful sleep once more.

Stormwing · Apr 18, 2003

<dd>Â· out of character</dd>
I'm going to time-stamp this current day as Dyo Day 24 Y2... and then when they wake up it shall be Day 25. Yup.

<dd>Â· in character</dd>
Okkie dreamed. Her unconscious mentality dragged her back to the days of Envy. She'd been the alpha female there. But she and most of the pack members had been puppies then, so it wasn't much of a claim to fame. She'd left that place... had gone on adventures to places that just couldn't be described adequately. Then onto Yakone' and other places. Until she had wound up at Chenoa Cascades. The place where she'd first met Reveri. 'Kie dreamed of the confused love they had once shared -- how they were puzzled over it being romantic or strictly platonic. Her worries of the here and now were forgotten as she ran with Rev' and others from the Cascades. There was a smile upon her maw as she tumbled and played and re-lived all the thrilling moments she had experienced there. From delta puppy to delta female. From puppy'hood into young adulthood. The cycles in her mind kept spinning and rewinding and pausing, only to rush on again...

Then the cold of stark reality seeped into her coat and Okkie opened lucid blue eyes. It was quite cool in the little cavern, and it was only the quiet presence of her soul-brother that offered any warmth. The female stiffly stretched her legs and swallowed. The dreams -- which she remembered clearly even now -- she pushed off to the side to dwell on later. Now... now she had more important things to do.

Snout nuzzled Reveri's serene form. He felt a bit feverish, but the chamber's temperature would take care of that. His wounds no longer seeped crimson blood and he even looked comfortable and peaceful in his slumber. 'Kie dared not wake him.

Instead, the youthful femme padded from the orifice into the sunlight. It was the dawn of a new day and the mountaintops glittered and sparkled in all their icy glory beneath a mellow sun. Okkie yawned languidly and then stretched. Her belly basket called for food, and her mouth was dry. But the first thing she needed to do was gather some sort of stiff or wooden object. Reveri's injured wing and leg would need to be bound now that his wounds had stopped bleeding, she knew.

She prowled stealthily away from the niche to search. It was not long before Okkie found a sheaf of fiber that was long and durable. It would do.

She raced back to the cavern. Her ears and tail erect. Despite the grave situation she was in, 'Kie found herself able to drink in the sun's kisses. To enjoy the cool breeze. Her pace was quite springy as she reached the cavern and dragged her cargo in, and eyes showed quite brightly. Reveri was still asleep so she dropped the make-shift splint into the dust nearby him, and then sat in the mouth of the cave to sun her snowy wings.

Fused Eidolon · Apr 24, 2003

# out of character

Rawr. Sorry for delay, Kattle. :cling:

# in character

A sudden snarl erupted from low in the throat of the male, teeth suddenly exposed as he leapt to his feet. Wincing a second later, as his hindleg flared with immense pain. Feverish eyes were cast across the den as he realized his sister wasn't coiled up near him. Panic caused his heart to beat swiftly, wondering if she had abandoned him. Melancholy eyes sought the warm, caramel-cream figure of Okkie. Soft whimper of pain and sorrow was released, orbs still scouring the cavern for any sign of his sibling. Relief was plain on his face as he saw her at the mouth of the cave, sunning beautiful ivory aerial appendages. Wincing again as he realized he had probably sounded like he was roaring at her, the male flopped to the floor, unable to force his torn leg to him up any longer.

Blood oozed out of the reopened wound, a stinging sensation that left Rev somewhat dizzy. Parched tongue lolled out for a second, eyes closed in dehydration. Then the dry salmon-tinctured appendage slid back into cavernous mouth, though occuli remained shielded behind obsidian veils. When he did open his eyes, silver-blue gaze caught sight of the fibers intended to assist in his healing. Eyes widened, and a low hiss escaped his vocal cords, a sound he had formerly been unable to make. Narrowing his eyes, the male eased away from it, a bit, until the pain erupted once more in his hindleg. Suspicion affixed itself in his eyes. The male was delirious, and, instead of seeing the durable fibers, the mocking form of a snake lay, coiled there. Why his sister had allowed a serpent to rest near him baffled the male, but surely she had a reason?

"Sw-" He manged to gasp, which meant nothing. Revvie halted as he realized his voice was mangled from lack of water. Instead, he changed the course of his words, still eyeing the "serpent" suspiciously. "Water...?" He whispered, hoping Okkie had heard. And would give him something to drink. The fever was beginning to retreat, but the delusions, illusions of dangers surrounding him, remained. Even Okkie seemed distant and distorted. Sighing, he rested domed cranium on the ground, shifting his gaze from his beloved sister, to the coiled danger that lay so perilously close. Luckily, he hadn't decided to "defend" himself and 'Kie. The male knew well enough (and was far enough from total delirium) to realize he would be no help. Besides, perhaps it was dead? A meal? He'd have to wait and see...

Stormwing · Apr 24, 2003

In Character
The illumination of the sun seeped into Okkie's stretched feathers, soaked into the alabaster colors of her wings with exuberant heat and vivacity. It also caressed at her sculpted visage, which was tilted slightly to feel the airy butterfly kisses of the sovereign. It had been cold in the chamber, damp and dark. Out here, the fresh air and the vivacious sunlight felt healthy. 'Kie hastily decided that she'd have to drag Reveri out here somehow. This radiance would heal him better than any pills, herbs, or dressings could ever do.

As thoughts of him fluttered in her mind, the young female turned her head to peer at the ebon' male. He was twitching and growling, sick and upset. Probably delirious. Also, his wound had re-opened, for one reason or another, and his tongue was thick and dry. He needed a lot, and his lucid orbs matched with Okkie's and begged for so much.

"Coming. Just stay put."

She gained her feet and padded away from the cave, nose combing the loam. It was icy up here, and the sun was making the frozen plants and earth sweat. Okkie found a small leaf, held it under a dripping ledge, and smiled with pleasure as the small basin in the leaf filled with succulent water. Carefully keeping the bowl clenched in her teeth, 'Kie trotted back towards the ill Reveri. She pawed the floor near him, and set the leafy dish down. Nosed it towards him and whimpered quietly.

"Your cuts need dressed. It'll hurt. You ready?"

Fused Eidolon · May 7, 2003

The response of his sister caused the male to spank ebony tail against the ground a single time in gratitude. Lowering domed cranium to the ground once more, he kept lids covering blue eyes, weary with the effort of living. The pink appendage in his mouth was a heavy weight against the lower portion of his jaw, like a heavy, dry stone, shoved in to replace a rough tongue. His throat burned with feverish dryness, a feeling akin to it having been rubbed raw with sand locking it up. Coughing shortly, the male reopened his eyes, dizzily looking about, seeking the form of his sister, awaiting her return.

As she re-entered, the male tilted his head, eyes opening fully as lips smiled faintly in appreciation. Foreclaws unsheathed for a second, swiping at the ground in front of him for no real reason, then sheathed once more as she set the water near him. Tongue lolled out with no need for a second thought about the cool liquid. Lapping it up hurriedly, cooling both tongue and throat, the male sighed in relief, beaming up at Okkie. Until, that was, she mentioned binding his wounds. Eyeing her with a bit less delirium then before, the male glanced at the snake, and was surprised to see that it was merely fibers, intended to assist with keeping his wounds dressed. Blinking mildly, he replied as well as he could.

"Ready... and thanks, 'Kie." Rev murmered affectionately, smiling at her.

Stormwing · May 7, 2003

In Character
’Kie watched with concerned eyes as her sibling drank greedily from the primitive dish. It was encouraging to see the water restore life into the charcoal male, as the minerals seeped into his veins and re-ignited the burnished flame which flickered in his mercury oculars. But, at the same time, worry wriggled like an unwelcome worm, rotting the core of Okkie’s courage like an apple. His wounds looked terrible, and the femme knew that Reveri was in a lot of pain. Perhaps his fever and delirium had, by now, subsided. Still, he needed his cuts tended to, and that worry-worm ate away at her confidence as she thought of her limited experience in the medical field.

Nevertheless, she had to help him. Infection was inevitable to an un-treated wound. When he had finished licking the moisture from the bowl, Okkie moved closer, and nudged the male’s flank with affection. Her eyes momentarily closed and she muttered a silent wish for his quick and painless recovery. Then, without any further hesitations, Okkie broke the sheaf of fiber in half, and shaped it into braces which she wrapped gingerly about her soul-brother’s injured appendages.

After an hour or so, Okkie had completed her task. She had sat down in the middle of her work, but when it was finished, the winged youth stood, and stepped back. She admired her handiwork, and then peered deep into Rev’s patient eyes.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly?”

Pain had been an ever-present factor since the initial attack, and so Okkie’s voice inquired instead of stated. She wanted Reveri Silvent to confess about the pain she had caused, so that ’Kie could cling to the reality and the gravity of the situation. Yet, even as she waited for an answer, the banded one crept closer to her brother, and reposed upon her belly at his flank. As close to his warmth and vivacity as she could possibly get.

Fused Eidolon · Jun 27, 2003

The drifting attention of the sable male was both physically and mentally disfunctional. Though he wanted to pay complete attention the banded female, Reveri couldn't help but ponder other, meaningless matters. Such as the possibility of rain, and the idea that he might die. Though the latter might be thought of as important, it hadn't been the silver-gilded male's intention on what to think about. It had merely surfaced in his dazed, feverish mind. A gurgled chortle escaped watered throat as he considered all that had occured from a more amused position then he would have, normally. Optimisim seemed to also be a side effect of the odd delirium, and the bleak contours of his mind vaguely registered that everything was bathed in a cool autumn light, when he thought about it. Memories were clouded by parody, and nothing was as it should have been.

Until, that was, the pain brought him back to the real world. A faint whisper of a growled whimper was released, barely heard even by the sender. Tensing his muscles, the obsidian male almost instantly realized the folly in such movement. It would only tear ligaments more to make them move. Settling with a faint rustle of wings, he lowered heavy cranium to the floor, closing his eyes tight and focusing on not crying out. By diverting his attention to keeping silent, Reveri successfully kept the majority of the pain in the back of his mind, and only vaguely registered that it was the reason he wished to cry out. Reopening his eyes as he felt the faint pressure of Okkie's paws released, the male turned his head slightly so that quicksilver eyes met with the banded female's. Patience and understanding coiled within those same depths, and he smiled faintly at her words.

"Not too much, 'Kie. I could keep from comprehending the connection between pain and the desire to cry out, mostly... thanks. For everything." He replied with a wag of his limp tail.

Stormwing · Jul 4, 2003

in character...
<dd>cobalt eyes shone with worry as reveri spoke, his timbre light and filled with hidden pain. okkie also wanted to cry out at his piteous words, wanted to bury her head in his scruff and sob her worries away. but she remained quiet and still, only moving in order to lick the tip of reveri’s nose. this gesture was small and delicate, but its intensity was communicated to him as his sibling shuddered and set her chin on her paws.
<dd>“you had better make it, revvie. i have lived without you before, but i don’t know if i could do it again,” okkie whispered in a cracked, heart-breakingly gruff voice.

Fused Eidolon · Jul 20, 2003

Ears flagged back, remaining against his skull. Reveri's throat remained parched. If he could have touched it, the char-colored male half suspected it would have been as dry as desert sand. Though the water had, at first, caused that to be quenced it had been long enough that the lingering traces of liquid had evaporated, or merely gone to the stomach, where their ultimate destination was, anyways. As Okkie moved, and her salmon tongue brushed across his nose, the male smiled faintly, almost wistfully. Wishing he could leap up and comfort her, be the strong shoulder to lean on that he had always wanted to be. There was an intensity to the seemingly small gesture that caused his eyes to shudder closed for a second, as if that could wipe his own fears out of them. Her words caused his own heart to be torn asunder, a soft whimper of sympathetic emotional pain escaping hoarse vocal cords.

"I'll make it 'Kie. Don't you worry a bit, sibling of my soul. Nothing could tear me from your side now that I'm here." His voice was hoarse, but throbbed with strong conviction.

Stormwing · Jul 23, 2003

# out of character @
i thought this might be a good place to let the thread dwindle off, okee?

# in character @
his words echoed in her ears and within her soul. he promised he would not die, he would not leave her. and, though reveri had wounds, and a fever, and a thirst that could not be quenched, she believed him. yes, he was in terrible agony, and his predicament was nerve-wracking. but she still believed him.

i believe you, reveri. you’ll pull through, and then we can fly again.

her wistful blue eyes flickered towards the sky, and she twitched a wing. yes — they’d get through this, to tear the sky again. someday soon...

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