Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2012 16:44:21 GMT -6
When Kaythenia opened her eyes she was disorientated and shaking, it took her a moment or so to realise that her cheek was rubbing the stone floor and her gaze flitted around the Seomar. Marcus, the circle, she shouldn't still be alive let alone feeling her powers inside her, she braced her hands against the floor to struggle into a sitting position. That was when she saw it, her pale skin was stained red with blood, drying into the edges of her nails and into the whorls of her palms.
The sigils from the ritual still burnt black into the backs of her hands, tainted by the blood. The Mage looked down at herself in horror, her clothes were splattered and stained. From the corner of her eye she spotted Marcus, laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood not three feet from her. His now sightless eyes staring into nothing, he had been brutally burnt on one side, almost unrecognisable. Nausea rose in the back of Kaythenia's throat, she turned away and retched dryly for a moment or so before the panic began. She had to get out of here, she had to leave now.
When Kaythenia opened her eyes the sun had breached the canopy of trees she had slept under, bringing her back to the real world...without complaint. The Bard hadn't had that particular nightmare for a while now but it didn't make it any easier to deal with when it did decide to raise it's ugly head from the depths of her subconcious. At least she was awake now and the images could be forced back into their metaphorical box. The young woman pushed herself into a standing position and glanced around, her sensitive Hylian hearing picking up that other than the creatures of the forest and a particularly noisy blackbird she was alone for now. The clearing seemed at peace, quietly she picked her way through the brush, making her way towards the spring further into the area. Kaythenia might have considered taking her sanctuary there last night but the area had felt too open for her liking. At least she had made a note of it for the coming morning. The distance being only a few short minutes away until she entered the clearing. She glanced up, the sun was not too high in the sky yet but the birds of the forest were well and truly awake. There seemed to be no other people in the area for now, she was safe for the moment.
Kaythenia crouched by the edge of the spring and glanced around out of habit before removing the leather straps of her gloves and easing them off her hands, revealing the burnt sigils on the backs and the puckered scarring around her wrists, a shade lighter than her own skin from a recent encounter. Not looking at it properly she cupped her hands into the water and splashed it onto her face, shuddering pleasantly as the cool water skimmed her skin and looking down at her own glimmering reflection in the disturbed surface.
The sigils from the ritual still burnt black into the backs of her hands, tainted by the blood. The Mage looked down at herself in horror, her clothes were splattered and stained. From the corner of her eye she spotted Marcus, laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood not three feet from her. His now sightless eyes staring into nothing, he had been brutally burnt on one side, almost unrecognisable. Nausea rose in the back of Kaythenia's throat, she turned away and retched dryly for a moment or so before the panic began. She had to get out of here, she had to leave now.
When Kaythenia opened her eyes the sun had breached the canopy of trees she had slept under, bringing her back to the real world...without complaint. The Bard hadn't had that particular nightmare for a while now but it didn't make it any easier to deal with when it did decide to raise it's ugly head from the depths of her subconcious. At least she was awake now and the images could be forced back into their metaphorical box. The young woman pushed herself into a standing position and glanced around, her sensitive Hylian hearing picking up that other than the creatures of the forest and a particularly noisy blackbird she was alone for now. The clearing seemed at peace, quietly she picked her way through the brush, making her way towards the spring further into the area. Kaythenia might have considered taking her sanctuary there last night but the area had felt too open for her liking. At least she had made a note of it for the coming morning. The distance being only a few short minutes away until she entered the clearing. She glanced up, the sun was not too high in the sky yet but the birds of the forest were well and truly awake. There seemed to be no other people in the area for now, she was safe for the moment.
Kaythenia crouched by the edge of the spring and glanced around out of habit before removing the leather straps of her gloves and easing them off her hands, revealing the burnt sigils on the backs and the puckered scarring around her wrists, a shade lighter than her own skin from a recent encounter. Not looking at it properly she cupped her hands into the water and splashed it onto her face, shuddering pleasantly as the cool water skimmed her skin and looking down at her own glimmering reflection in the disturbed surface.