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| Aenarion | Apr 28 2008, 09:09 AM Post #16 |
A Dieing soul
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OOC: Her goal is to be able to get away to figure out how to fix this or kill him. I might have the PMs still, not sure. IC: The beast laughed when she kicked him where it would normally hurt a man the most. He felt the soul inside of him shrivel up and scream from the pain. He, however, moved with her. He aimed another strike at her, however, it missed as she spun. He tried to compensate for the miss to at least hack off half her leg, however, when she kicked the side of his knee cap, he heard the bones crunch. His leg stiffened and went dead, he fell face first into the ground, making a sick smacking sound as it struck. Blood oozed from his forehead and he didn't get up, not for several seconds. The beast was clumsy in this body, having no idea what to do in it, even though it was a strong body. It was completely drained of energy from it's awkward movements. However, the beast lifted it's arms and pushed itself up, slowly, not wanting to damage it's leg any more. He could not see Mira, she was nowhere in sight, at least not the way he was facing. She couldn't have gotten far if she had run. The thought occured to the beast, Amaz, that he couldn't run. in the matter of fact, it occured to him that he wouldn't be running for hours yet. "I hate this accursed body... It is so stupid." He said, thinking of what he would eat later, after he had secured his wounds. He set all of the bones as best as he could before lying down, exhausted. He slipped into a dream of a hell that none had ever known before. ------------- Aenarion was exuberant, watching his body just lye there limply. Mira was still nearby, but he figured the beast did not know that, especially when it lay down, as if she had started running away. The spell that bound him to the body had weakend slightly, especially when he had railed at it once again. He felt all the pains that his body could offer, yet he was happy. Sure, he was still trapped in an ethereal realm, watching everything pass by before him. However, his thoughts were his own, he could think clearly, and he could even move around more. He still doubted he could get far from the body, far enough to find another, but he could at least flex his spiritual body. He looked at Mira, standing there looking at his body. "You need to kill me, my love, end it already." He said, wishing he could touch her cheek or touch her at all one last time. Would she have the heart to kill him and end this torment? Or was there a way out of these bonds. |
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| Mira | Apr 29 2008, 11:28 AM Post #17 |
I don't know if life is greater than death but love was more than either
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Mira took off at a full run away from the fighting ground, her entire body aching and burning from the pain. Her hand still throbbed and her muscles begged for relief but she refused to give herself such a pleasure. Instead, she continued, trying to put as much ground between herself and Aenarion as possible. No thoughts were running through her head, except that of flight, and even then she was barely concentrating on how to get out of the area or even where to go. She did manage to wonder what on earth was wrong with Aenarion that he was behaving so oddly. She continued to run until darkness fell, and when it did she had reached a small stream. With stumbling steps she crossed the shallow water, and fell onto the soft grass. Her eyes shut and she tried to rest, but the blood that was caked on her skin was rough and irritating. She managed to drag her weary body over to the stream and wash up and take a drink. Mira flopped again on her back, trying to get some desperately needed sleep, but her throbbing hand and the continuous nightmares that plagued her gave her little rest. Instead of thinking of how Aen was now, she kept reliving how he used to be and how on earth he got to be the way he was now. It scared her and she was afraid of actually killing him, but she knew of no other way to heal what was so wrong with her love. She knew that if she was to find a way to cure him, it would most likely have to be soon, but how soon she wasn’t sure. All she knew was that she wouldn’t rest until he either killed her, she killed him, or the evil within him was gone. **sorry but I have little else to say for now…its kinda…..awkward….or choppy but it will do** |
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