the Rift


[OPEN] the aftermath of war [battle healing]

Sikeax the Sea Soul Posts: 355
Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9 | dam: 6
Mare :: Hybrid :: 16 hh :: 5 years HP: 64.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Hobgoblin :: Common Rougarou :: Water & Seoul :: Plain White Dragon :: Toxic Breath Zuno
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She’d have to swallow her pride and accept the facts, be prepared for whatever choose to await her back home. There were duties to attend to. Rumor got around quickly enough through the herds, and even though she hadn’t spent enough time lurking about the herd land after the ‘incident’, it’d finally made it’s way around.
Another dead god.
Another battle.
More wounds to attend to, more stories to listen to when warriors share their tales of strength and might about her when she wishes to do nothing more to fall deaf and blind upon the spot. Their pain and agony is her game, and it’s a sick game, but someone’s got to do it.
Warm sands greet her like the old friend she is, offering her blasts of orange grains that quickly work to burrow deep into her hide and the dry winds that work furiously to remove all traces of the sea. She wishes they’d stop, that for once she’d be given the beauty of wearing the sea’s embrace just a little longer. It’s like home, a lover she wasn’t even sure she had, the one that’s always there regardless of where you look.
It’s clotted in her eyelashes and painted a thin layer of fire over her dark hair by the time she’s made it into the oasis, noted by the gradual growth of grass that becomes more full as she moves in. Hobgoblin’s black coat is slightly more affected than herself, having already stopped multiple times to shake it off into large clouds.
She can’t even stop with him. She can face the herd early on, but since the child is still here and will be making an appearance soon enough, there will be none of it in the future. The sea will take her in as it has always done.
And maybe, in some strike of luck, it’ll take the child in too, far from her.
Guilt drags over her like a storm cloud. Do you think it would be worth it to talk to one of the mares who’ve had foals in the past about it? To see what to do? A violent flicker of her brother’s tail follows and she knows it’s not worth it. The less people that knew, probably the better.
“Go. Do whatever you feel like you need to do, but hurry back.” Limber legs bolt away from her tail, leaving her alone beside the lake to wait patiently and to fear whatever they bring to her.

OOC: rather half-assed but this really needed to be up oops
Healing thread for those wounded in the battle.
It's highly requested that anyone with healing magic do please aid. Healing ranks are required to assist.
@Badger @Morrigan

Hobgoblin is a Melanistic Serval. Anyone is free to write him as gathering your character up and bringing them in, but I'd really prefer he be written as a Serval by anyone who wishes to do this.
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