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Tor's inner radar was screaming pain at her. Something was in pain. Something close, something near, something that did not deserve it, nor should have it. She made regular trips to the Threshold, as she frequented the Deep Forest and often patrolled its boundaries, helping to heal the sick crossing through the border into Helovia or sometimes just watching and learning. And on occasion, recruiting one or two horses. But today, there a sick wrench to her gut as she was walking, and she nearly fell over gasping, worried by the sudden pull of power sucked from her. The pull she only ever experienced when healing. Was she unconsciously mending someone right now? Deeply unsettled by the small fact, the big draft began to trot, and her pace only quickened as she heard a screech of anger. What was that? What was going on?
Something seemed to whisper to her, and she leaped into a canter, an unknown force urging her onwards to see the strange scene before her. Her head swung frantically, searching for the source of the agony. It wasn't until she heard a vague, cold voice annoucing a name of 'Zikar-sin' that she realized the cause of the pain wasn't a horse. It was a bird. Warm chocolate eyes turned, settled on the member of the Plague- the Doctor, she remembered, from her brief time staying with the ex-Edge. Her lips curled in distaste as she caught sight of the vacant-eyed horse, and she instead of screeching at the strange furred unicorn, she stepped forwards, and launched herself at him. One white shoulder angled forward to knock the stallion off the twitching, spasming hatchling, at the same moment her mind was frantically trying to split itself in two, one focusing on Sin, the other on moving the bones, mending the broken spirit within the bird, soothing the pains, knitting together the red flesh.
"Leave the bird!"
T O R
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The Tree Of Knowledge, Forbidden [Plague(?)]
