Nyala was determined to hide her confusion from the other two. She was lost among the tall reeds at the water's edge, scenting desperately for any kind of trail, be it Water or Beast, but found nothing. She growled in frustration, the she-wolf certainly didn't want to ask for directions...
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Audra starts to say something but before he can get any words out, the mercenary doubles over coughing. He looks rather pale and has taken to wearing a warm coat despite the increasingly warm weather. Actually, Audra feels vastly too warm with the coat on but starts shivering relentlessly whenever he takes it off. Right now he's feeling fortunate that he'd stayed far enough away from the other two that they couldn't touch him which he thought is enough distance for them to be safe. The coughing fit soon subsides, leaving him exhausted and the exhaustion causes him to fall to his knees. Out of pride and stubbornness, Audra has been trying to hide the symptoms but no long can.
Nyala's ears prick high at the sound of Audra's coughing, the sound of a dying creature. Just as she had feared, he has contracted this heinous disease. Now as much as the she-wolf loved the last breaths of a struggling prey, this was different.
Nyala felt pressured to find help, only now realising how urgent the situation was. Her instincts kicked in, never let a pack member die, no matter how much he irked you.
A small lupine whine escaped from her mouth, despite herself. She was the alpha now and had to make the choices, Nyala's steely grey eyes darted to and fro. She growled.
Nyala could go, she was faster and stronger. But Damaris was lithe and quick as well and the Waters of Ronduin would be more receptive to the pleas of a young girl, even a Storm. And she wasn't completly helpless, Nyala reasoned, she was a thief after all. "Damaris, do you think you could find Ronduin? You have to be fast, but careful. Think of it as part of a heist if you must."
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 23, 2006 23:07:11 GMT -5
Damaris licked her lips nervously but gave a firm nod. "Yeah. I'll be back as soon as I can." Not waiting a moment more, she dove into the spring-cold waters of the River and started swimming as fast as she could. She didn't get very far, though, until a man darted up from under the water, snatching the girl.
Damaris gave a shriek, started to use her half-trained abilities out of reaction - until a second man popped up and waved a trident in front of her.
"Now, now, missy, that's not polite," the second man remarked, grinning. "We aren't going to hurt you. We just want to know what your business here is."
The man holding her kept his gaze on Audra and Nyala, frowning slightly. "What's wrong with him, miss?" He jutted his chin towards Audra.
Audra reaches for his halberd with both shaking hands. Planting one end on the ground, he pulls together his fading strength and Storm pride to struggle to his feet, even though the weapon is supporting almost all of his weight. For a moment, he succeeds and a triumphant look enters his eyes before he coughs weakly while slumping slightly.
Nyala instinctively wandered out infront of Audra, "He is sick." she half-barked. "We need healers..." she said a little more softly now, catching herself being a little too aggressive for the situation.
"We left Ilyamen when we discovered there was a plague. We were hoping to find Aluvar, since they would seem more hospitable towards headstrong male Storms and Poldora Officers." There was no use pretending at this point. They have already seen her as an aggressive female, there was no way she could pass as a Seere now.
Nyala crouched in the grass, growling softly. She didn't like being caught off guard and more importantly, this man said 'we'. There were more out there, but she couldn't scent them. Nyala guessed they were submerged.
The she-wolf made a small nipping bark, indicating to Damaris that she is to come here.
Audra lets go of his weapon and falls back to his knees with a soft moan. He is starting to think about his past and about the mistakes he has made; slowly the fact that profit and pride should not have been the deciding factors in what he does or what jobs he takes begins to dawn on him.
"I don't think I'll be going ANYWHERE at this rate... Chances are those two are just going to ditch me the minute those men return; I'm just dead weight now."
Nyala, still crouching in the reeds, waited a few moments to make sure they were well on their way. She grunted and looked over at Audra, she started to fiddle with a twig, idly snapping off the diminutive branches with her claws.
Seconds seemed to move at a snail's pace before Nyala finally said something, "I guess we aren't goin' anywhere today..." she mumbled, echoing Audra's thoughts. The Poldoara Officer studied this sick man with wolfen eyes, a different perspective of death that frightened her greatly.
Nyala turned her gaze upon Damaris and spared her a rare glance of kindness. "Don't worry, that stubborn mule won't croak." she said wryly and she laid down on her back, her hands under her head (but still able to keep an eye on Audra). Nyala sighed, "I guess we'll just have to stay here, then." she said with mock irritation.
Post by Kender Bard on Dec 24, 2006 22:55:41 GMT -5
Shakily Damaris nodded and darted back to the water, ripping off a patch from her dress, soaking it in water. She walked over to Audra and tried to put the soggy patch on his forehead. "I heard plague victims get fevers..."
Audra looks at Damaris with confusion when she rests the wet cloth on his forehead. He does shiver at the contact which doesn't seem to fit how high his tempurature feels. Remembering that cold water is supposed to be good for lowering fevers, he reaches up with one hand to help hold the cloth there and murmurs what might have been a thanks.
Audra looks greatly uncomfortable at the attention and tenses up. He feels too weak and dizzy to struggle or protest, despite the lash of his pride rebelling against being called "poor soul."
"Who... are you?" he rasps barely above a whisper.
Trying to speak is apparently a bad idea and Audra turns away from the ladies before coughing again with one hand near his lips. His eyes widen in shock and a fear that didn't suit the usually unfeeling mercenary when he sees blood on that hand.
Nyala stood up and tried to see above the women's heads, standing on her toes didn't help much. She growled a little bit, wanting to know what was going on.
Nyala was a little surprised that she would hate to see him die. As much as his stubborn attitude infuriated her, she respected any strong warrior. It would be such a waste, to be bested by disease rather than die by the hand of a worthy opponent.
The she-wolf heard Audra cough now and she flinched, realizing now that she needed reasurance. A strong person can't perish that easily, can he? Nyala started worrying about herself, she was just as exposed as he was to the filthy, sick-ridden air of Ilyamen. But she was strong, wasn't she? She suddenly felt bitter disapointment, if Audra dies, she would never have the chance to test just how powerful he was. It seemed like a weird thought, but to Beasts, it was a compliment.
Nyala couldn't help but feel her beliefs being put into question. She eyed the Waters with something close to defiyance, "I'll be staying right here." she grumbled.