[center][h2][color=F0E68C]Asteria[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]
Asteria tore several chunks out of the lizard with great relish. She could not have possibly imagined that it would manage to turn its head within her grip, aim at her belly, and hit her with a poison volley. The acidic attack burned and Asteria faltered backwards, fell to the side and curled into a ball as she hissed out in pain. It was worse than anything that had happened to her in this world so far, probably worse than anything from her previous life too. She breathed through the pain, clenching her jaw tightly together, mind singing a litany of [i]fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck[/i] as she struggled to [i]think[/i] or [i]do[/i] anything useful.

To top it off, she felt nauseated and clammy, and the system informed her she was poisoned. [color=F0E68C]“Oh, fucking hell,”[/color] she muttered, not having the slightest clue how she’d survive this and desperate to do so. There had to be something, anything she could do, right? If goddamn [i]magic[/i] existed in this world, there [i]had[/i] to be a way for her to get out of this alive and well. For one thing, she had allies. [color=F0E68C]“Guys,”[/color] she croaked weakly, but no one seemed to hear her. Edward ran somewhere else, possibly to find her something. Jason came by and sucked the blood from a lizard only to wash her with the still warm liquid. Asteria was honestly too weirded out to do anything but watch.

She thought there was still a wisp nearby, but she felt horribly weak and had to close her eyes for a moment. It was as if she could feel the life draining out of her. In a desperate attempt to try and save her own life, she focused on the energy within her, feeling out the magic she had felt earlier. She tried holding onto it, to guide it into locating and purifying the poison within her. Asteria didn’t exactly know if it helped at all, but what else was there to do? As if in answer to this question, a high-pitched voice suddenly intruded as a newcomer introduced her- or himself and offered help. Asteria opened her eyes blearily, sight somewhat hazy from being teared-up as she was. At this point, she had no way of knowing if the pixie in front of her was a hallucination or real. Nonetheless, she forced herself to croak out a sentence. [color=F0E68C]“I’m poisoned. Heal me, please.”[/color] She then closed her eyes to rest just for a bit. She thought that the rest might actually turn out to be permanent this time and would have laughed hysterically if she had the strength to do so. As it was, she simply panted harshly, no option left to her but to wait, lying curled up as she struggled not to drift off.