A lover not a fighter on the frontline with a poem
trying to write yourself a rifle, maybe sharpen up a song
to fight the tanks and drones of you being alone
He couldn't say he'd ever encountered a situation quite like this before. As he approached, she barely moved at all; only her ears flicked back on her skull towards him - hinting at signs of life. In that moment, he almost wondered if she was somehow frozen in that particular position but that conclusion seemed rather unlikely. Which only served to draw him in more. As he shifts closer, careful to appear neutral to the mare, he inhales deeply. His nostrils flaring as he samples the air, testing it, though what he finds is not highly unusual. The horned girl smells of the north. For a pegasus, he has spent a fair amount of time in the frigid north. Never trespassing on the Basin, no, but he has gone as far as the northern reaches of the Steppe. Contrary to the tales he'd been told upon his arrival to Helovia, he's never once been harassed or messed with for going so far north. Not that he'd ever gone looking for trouble. He is far too old for that nonsense.
The girl's demeanor is cautious at best, standoffish at worst. Not one to assume the worst in anyone, he took her slightly narrowed gaze and barely friendly voice as signs of caution. Caution stemming from her wounded leg, perhaps. He met her mismatched gaze when she sought his - trying, perhaps, to make it clear that he only wanted to help. Listening carefully to her words, he merely nods and steps backwards enough to increase the space between them. It didn't matter how badly he wanted to find out why she was going to smash the amulet or how much he longed to help her - something in her tone told him that it didn't matter what he said or did, she is going to follow this through. He watches wearily, concern clear upon his features, as her eyes close and her hoof slams down on the amulet with a loud crack. The girl visibly stiffens all over for a few brief moments - it was quick, though to him it felt agonizingly long. With the festering wound on her leg, she was in no shape to be inflicting more damage upon herself.
He didn't wait for her eyes to plead for his help before he moved towards her. The tall and lean pegasus moved swiftly to her side while she gasped for breath. With immense focus, he pulls forth the light and sends it to her heart and brain. The warm, soothing light healing away the damage from the shock. His focus is so intense and the damage unlike anything he'd ever encountered before, sent a sharp pain up his spine and into his head. The feeling of pressure in his skull is so strong that his vision temporarily narrows. As the light fades, the throbbing in his head becomes more consistent, sending little waves of nausea into the pit of his stomach. Refusing to let it hinder him, he returns his attention to the young mare, the blue of his gaze meeting the green and gold of hers. "Are you alright?" he asks, barely able to hide the strain in his voice. Although weakened, he stood tall and after a few moments, he turned his attention to her leg. Despite the pounding in his head, he seeks the light and pulls it forth. He focuses, sending it to the festering wound on her leg. A glowing light forms over her wound and around that section of her leg - it's soothing warmth killing the infection and healing it to the point of a fresh scar. This was simpler, more akin to what he's used to dealing with but the previous injury weakened him. He can feel a liquid seeping from his nostrils but what he can't see is the blood oozing, dripping, and staining the soft flesh above his upper lip. "There. As good as new. Well, except for the scar." he says proudly, though his voice betrays his exhaustion. With a small nod of his head, he looks her over once more then steps back to give her some space.
Healing, for him, had always come with a cost. Taking damage onto himself always seemed completely worth it, however, so he'd never found reason to complain. That was always what he'd wanted - to take away their pain.
Miykael
At war with love |
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