| Outcast atk: 9 | def: 10.5 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.2hh :: 8 HP: 61.5 | Buff: ENDURE |
| Gaz |
Not yet, Murdock thought in response to her cold words of encouragement. He had sustained minor wounds considering what he had faced in the past, but still part of him felt as though he was dying. Most likely, it was the mental aspect of his injuries that was affecting him more than the physical pain, but both seemed to take a toll. His legs felt shaky beneath him as he stood, but still he was able to walk unsteadily toward her. His eyes remained downcast, focused on the uneven ground as he picked his way carefully over stones like a newborn foal. He tried to ignore the numbness of his wings, focusing instead on the thoughtful bubble of the stream beside him.
He glanced up only briefly as he drew close to her, and finally he could get a good look at his savior. She was quite a bit taller than him, her frame large and strong like the trunk of an ancient tree. Her colours were earthy and soothing, perfect for fitting in with the greenery of the Foothills. She had strange markings upon her body unlike anything he had seen before, but her eyes struck him as the most fascinating. He held her gaze for a moment as though transfixed, his pace faltering for a moment, before he registered her stance. Her wing was raised, her broad side turned toward him as though offering to help support his weight. He was tempted for a moment, but stubbornly shook his head. He already appeared weak enough in her eyes.
The pace his escort set at first was, for a moment, a struggle to maintain. His hooves seemed to turn to lead as she broke into a smooth lope toward the water’s edge, guiding him northeast in the direction of their home. He stumbled as he tried to keep up with her, his bloodied legs brushing together and pulling at the torn skin. Bruises across his hips and shoulders ached sharply with each step, but he did not stop. The faster they moved, the sooner they would arrive in the safety of the Foothills and the less time they would have to be interrupted by enemies.
As he reached the shoreline, he slowed alongside her. His head was lowered, eyes squinting into the dark depths of the water so he could guess at the safest places to step. The mare’s wing rose once more, arching high above her earthen body to expose her side to him. This time, he accepted. His hooves slipped over algae covered rocks on the floor of the stream as he pressed his side against hers, using her stability to prevent himself from falling into the water. The cold liquid felt wonderful against the feverish heat of his body, washing the coagulating blood from his legs and belly.
He grunted once more at her words, though somewhat in agreement. If the Gods truly had blessed him, would they not have prevented this event altogether? He had never felt truly connected let alone privileged when it came to the divine entities, though they had always fascinated him. He had never had the good fortune of meeting one such deity, though it was on his list of things to do before another crazy demon bitch tried to take his life. “Thank you, again,” he turned to look at her as they arrived at the other shore of the stream, gradually catching on to the idea that she wasn’t much for conversation. He heeded her words, taking his weight off her shoulder only slightly as they climbed on to firm ground. He wasn’t going anywhere without her.
"talk talk talk"
If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman?
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