Strike the Steel, See the Sparks [PYRE]
03-29-2017, 07:15 PM
Hold onto your heart, I've seen the signs before Panting Pyralis leaned her body gently against the fragrant bark of a cedar tree. Ok… so maybe she should have talked with Lilith before she'd gone off exploring but she'd been feeling fine then and her wounds weren't that bad. Course that was several days ago and she hadn't been wandering under a boiling summer sun then. Pyralis flinched and licked absently at the gaping wound on her shoulder where the man's jaws had found a purchase in the tender flesh between her right shoulder and right chest. She'd ripped out one of his eyes as payment but at the moment it didn't seem punishment enough. The trickling sound of water caught her attention and she moved toward it, trying to ignore the pounding in her head and the occasional blurring of her vision. She was dehydrated, she knew that but after a fresh drink and a chance to wash out her wound she was certain she'd feel better. Pyralis pushed forward through the pain and malaise toward the brook that she was sure lay just ahead when she caught the scent of a stranger and a pack wolf. Her eyes narrowed. Had she stumbled upon the trail of one of their supposed rivals? Well now, wasn't this interesting? Pyralis was always struggling for balance within herself. The cautious part of her insisted that she slip away and head in the opposite direction as she was injured and while she was certain she could push through a fight to victory over any mortal there was a risk her injuries would worsen. The reckless side of her, fueled by curiosity and the promise of adventure won out and pushed her after the scent. She neared the brook as she followed the scent and her thirst drove her to lap desperately at the cool water, all thoughts of the stranger pushed from her head. Licking the drips from her chin she looked up and froze. There was a man scouring the other side of the brook but not just any man. Though he was a fair bit shorter than her his coat looked like had been cut from the heart of a volcano that had been painted across the night skies by some great spirit in an attempt to amuse itself. Was this one descended from gods as she was? She fixed her gaze upon him. She could not decide if she wanted to continue to gaze at him or break her little vigil and speak to him. Pyralis was about to speak when a sharp contraction of protest in her right shoulder caused her to cry out followed by a smattering of hearty swears. |
Please note that Pyralis is a ghost. It is up to you to decide what level your chars can see/hear her. She was killed by having her throat ripped apart. At times the wound may be visible and be actively bleeding.
Hear ye! Hear ye! Beware her Ladyship, her Excellence (etc. ad infinitum), Captain Pyralis Abraxas. Thread with at yer own risk! This cutthroat savage stands accused though not convicted of heinous crimes including murder, maiming, brawling, cursing, kidnapping and an unspeakable event involving a newt, two coyotes and a distressed potoo. Ye've been warned!
Hear ye! Hear ye! Beware her Ladyship, her Excellence (etc. ad infinitum), Captain Pyralis Abraxas. Thread with at yer own risk! This cutthroat savage stands accused though not convicted of heinous crimes including murder, maiming, brawling, cursing, kidnapping and an unspeakable event involving a newt, two coyotes and a distressed potoo. Ye've been warned!