Bael felt a mix of emotions as Demetria came to his defense only for most of it to be washed away with range at Thavan's words. He was about to move Demetria aside before he caught her glance and something within him suddenly drained the anger away leaving a deep pain and weariness from the battle. "Demetria..." He then glances around to those observing the battle, beginning to realize just how badly he has lost now.
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 22, 2011 20:33:10 GMT -5
"I'm sorry Bael," she whispered. ~I may have doomed you, but I couldn't just watch Thavan kill you.~
"It is done," Thavan declared, inutterably exhausted from the battle as well. But he still stood tall and strong. "I have won and remain Pack Leader. But as for you..." He narrowed his eyes. "I gave you ample opportunity to save your pride and your hide and you threw both back in my face and tried to take my life. I strip you of your rank as Champion of Beleg!"
Post by Skittlebug on Sept 24, 2011 23:49:34 GMT -5
The Poldorans cheer for their leader's victory, pleased and relieved, and begin to eye the Belegites Bael had brought with him. Their welcome was just about worn out.
Aakel makes her way to her mate's side, grinning with pride. Though she is eager to make sure he's all right, she can't very well let that show in front of the whole clan. She spares Bael and Demetria with a cold look. "Shall we have them run out of the clan then?" she asks in a low murmur.
Bael's shoulders and head sags down a little, defeated in more ways than one. "...We must leave." He spoke in an uncharacteristically quiet voice to Demetria. "Help me up...I'm not sure how long I will last without treatment." Even as he speaks however his face tightens with disgust at them and had to force himself to speak them.
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 29, 2011 13:52:06 GMT -5
Demetria moved to his side, doing her best to lend support to her heavy mate. With one hand, she touched her sign and muttered, teleporting away with him.
Thavan let out a deep breath, beginning to tremble now. "I need some rest," he said in a low voice to Aakel before kissing her. "You Belegites, go home," he barked to them. "Fight for the Championship of Beleg off Poldora soil." With that, he quickly headed for his hut where, once inside, he flopped down with a moan of pain before splashing healing water over his wounds.
Aakel stays long enough to make sure the Belegites are clearing off before following Thavan. She slips inside the hut and stands by the door for a moment with a mischievous grin before walking over to sit beside him. "Feeling better, or do you need a hand getting more...comfortable?" She raises a brow and carefully smooths back his quills.
Post by Kender Bard on Oct 2, 2011 22:13:13 GMT -5
Thavan smiled at that, finding the sensation pleasant. His quills were already beginning to relax and soften as his adrenaline wore off. "I won't say no to you," he said and leaned over to kiss her. He was beginning to relax but his blood was still running hot from the fight. "That was a close thing."