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Well that was stupid. Adrenaline. Invincibility. Strength. It all crashed about this…thing. A bear? It was hard to tell. Bodies hit him as other as the form crumbled. The golden, masked in black of Caleb, but still invisible could little tell where he hit or how far deep. All he knew was chaos. And heat. Something sprayed hot on his neck and foreleg, but there was little time, little thought. Everything was spinning. Then BOOM. A shock wave, and the falling of the great body ended everything in a deafening silence. With ears ringing the hidden man stumbles back. Heat grew, hotter, and hotter, till it BURNED. A yelp trembles softly on his lips as his stumbling body, with wings fluttering out uncontrolled, falls into some hidden shadow. Perhaps on its own it was not major, but confusion had quickly swept over him to worsen it all. He looks, trying to find the wound, but his body was not there. The irony of invisibility becoming a trap. It was not great pain, but it was unexpected and enough. The black mask quivers and falls like dust as his mind can no longer hold it. In the same pain he reaches back and grabs the invisibility cloak from his back. Pulling off to reveal the golden son with red hot burns along the side of his neck and right foreleg. Damnit. He had wanted a bit of fun of a hunt, but didn’t know it came at a cost. He lay there panting for a moment, looking at his wounds, before easing himself back up. A voice, deep and bold of a God echoes out, as well as the voices of the rest of the crowd. A loud screech for help, and the groans of wounds and pain. He comes back into view from the shadowed pines. His neck held delicately low, and weight kept off his right leg. Yet as he looks about as the god gifts all the rewards he finds himself not the only wounded. Some were less off, but some were in much worse shape. Ophelia stood on bloody knees, and Mauja screeched about his crumpled bird. He takes it all in slowly, like a mind coming out of a haze. One he hadn’t even realized he had been in. It is always amazing how a battle as large as this could hold such power. The God goes though, his gifts given, and thanks said. Slowly the golden was putting the pieces together. It helped that he was actually looking around now. A new land. New creatures. Healers are moving about but he does not wish them to his side. This wasn’t a proud war wound, it was a scorching burn. On the outskirts of the group he watches, but has it turned away. It was as frustrating as painful. He wanted to shake his head, and hold it high, but the sizzling burning kept it low and still, with his face strained. At least it did no smell as usual charred flesh. That might have driven him a bit beyond himself. His cloak was half tucked in his satchel, the pain of twisting his head to put it in fully a little much. So the black cloth hangs out as he watches what goes on before him in a bit of a daze. His earth eyes staring out from one scene to another in a strained listless way, trying to remember exactly why he had decided it was a good idea to join this fun little party in the first place. They especially found their way to Mauja and his struggling companion. It twisting his gut slightly in a most unusual, and unknown cause. The identities he had snatched before with such thieving pride feeling a bit hollow now. Even this battle held little happiness at the end. (It would help if he had known exactly what they were fighting for still, but he was getting the idea slowly together.) In the end though they might have won, but it didn’t feel like a victory. "talk talk talk" OOC:: Thranduil, visible and as himself, is standing on the outskirts with a the side of his neck and right foreleg burned from blood. He's just watching. =] Anyone who wants can come say hi, but he's mostly hanging back. Identities:: Isopia, Erebos, Cashmere Thranduil
His words are clever and bright
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