Jane stared at her leg in amazement. "Uh!" She could feel the wound healing, and her skin reattaching. The dirt and mess soiling her wound pushed out of her skin as the wound healed. The makeshift bandage around her leg moved slightly to the left and to the right as the wound healed, "My... My leg!" A smile suddenly spread across her chapped lips. It was unbelievable, a miracle.
Naturally, Jane thanked God. She hesitated but then crossed herself, Easternly. She looked at Luna, hesitating, again, but this time to stand up. Her feet were still sore and blistered, and her muscles were tired from walking. Her mind was also tired from pressing her body so far. Her hunger still lingered in her gut, causing a fingerpicking pain.
"You, how the--" she let out a breathless laugh, gasping, still trying to regain her strength, "Luna! I love you!" She had been afraid she may be at the brink of dying due to infection or. . . Anything, that had to do with her leg, really. She had been feeling so weak and immobile and crutches. She was so he lighted with her leg she could not help but tell Luna how she loved her.
"I can't believe you. .and," she looked at Shayre. He didn't look too good. His arm may have healed, but his head wound still looked in need of mending, "Put some on his head," she said as she lifted her body. Her leg shook a little, her muscles were tired, after all from all the pushing of adrenalin.
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It adds a welcoming touch to the bedroom (for you and your roommate) whenever you enter or leave from/to the common area.
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What I like to do is start off w/ flattening one of the brown paper bags & make a doormat for the psyche ward bedroom. I color & tape it to the ground by the room exit/entrance.
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gin a body catch a body
comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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comin thro' the rye,
gin a body catch a body,
need a body cry?
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Oh, I apologize, as well. I accepted your creature. I'm at fault for letting you out it into the play line.
"Oh, yes, lunch," Nadia was beginning to baffle him more and more, "We're not late are we?" He pushed himself from the grass and stood, towering over Nadia, once again. He was worried the King and Queen would know about their decision to leave the castle without a blessing of servants or guards. He tucked his hand away from Nadia, and pushed both of them into his pocket. His status was beginning to ware on his nerves. Was Nadia dragging him down the line?
He looked down at the innocent, smiling child. She was too cute and pretty to stay angry.
He looked down at the innocent, smiling child. She was too cute and pretty to stay angry.
Jane was astonished that the newly arrived girl named Luna had wrapped and cares for her wound so easily. She could feel pressure in all the right places, giving some relief to the amount of pain she was sensing. During the brief moments after the pain had died significantly, she realized Luna was wearing pajamas, just as she was. There was no way she lived here. She was another person lost on this strange random place. Jane could think nothing of how odd it was that everyone was trapped here without a clue. The boy had no idea, the blonde haired girl had no idea. .
But Luna seemed to have better cheer, maybe she knew of something... Or someone.
When the Sanguis appeared, Jane hesitated, scared. The first animal she encountered was the giant bear, overly ferocious bear or bears. She could hardly remember how she had gotten away, let alone walked so long. Her lips were chapped and dry and the places where the mud had not covered her skin, she was burned from the radiant sun, the trees offered some protection along the way, but there was something shady about them. Shady as in not shady enough.
"Su--..." Jane hesitated, "Suck my blood?" She was not sure. She had already lost so much blood. She was feeling weak and faint, as is. Even just sitting she was starting to get dizzy spells. She could hardly make conversation with Luna. In fact, she had not made conversation at all.
She stared down at the moss in her hand, "Have this..." Her voice trailed off, realizing how tired she was, trying to make decisions that could potentially save her life. Blood and mud and other ground particles surrounded the moss in her hand. It had been soiled by her cleaning herself. "My, my blood is on it." She held up her arm, holding up the moss. Her arm and hand shook, trying to keep straight.
How had she ran so far on such an empty stomach? She panted a little, turning to the blonde haired girl, thinking how she seemed pretty decent, aside from thirst and chapped lips and skin, she seemed to be well, a little malnourished, but she could donate blood better if the moss would not work.
Jane was sure Shayre had already located some water, but she couldn't remember or think quite straight. There had been water in the moss, right? She didn't need to give anything for water, this was a trick of the forest. Something wasn't right. "No, you're wrong," was all Jane could say as a haze fell over her eyes. Maybe the wrap around her leg was too tight. The bleeding had seemingly stopped significantly, but that didn't leave much oxygen flow for the rest of her body, perhaps. Why did she feel so dizzy? Was the thought of food and water causing her brain some psychological imbalance?
She thought of the three day fast before Lent started, when the Church told her people not to eat anything for thirty six hours. A repetition of Lord have mercies started in her head, like a mantra. It helped her concentrate somewhat and get her mind off of the food, "We already have water," she mustered up, again, regaining her strength, but still feeling a haze cloud her thought process. At least, she was not screaming and crying that some fairy like creature with fangs was speaking to her. She was just relieved it was not attacking them, or well... Not yet, anyways. It did seem to make some sort of threats.
But Luna seemed to have better cheer, maybe she knew of something... Or someone.
When the Sanguis appeared, Jane hesitated, scared. The first animal she encountered was the giant bear, overly ferocious bear or bears. She could hardly remember how she had gotten away, let alone walked so long. Her lips were chapped and dry and the places where the mud had not covered her skin, she was burned from the radiant sun, the trees offered some protection along the way, but there was something shady about them. Shady as in not shady enough.
"Su--..." Jane hesitated, "Suck my blood?" She was not sure. She had already lost so much blood. She was feeling weak and faint, as is. Even just sitting she was starting to get dizzy spells. She could hardly make conversation with Luna. In fact, she had not made conversation at all.
She stared down at the moss in her hand, "Have this..." Her voice trailed off, realizing how tired she was, trying to make decisions that could potentially save her life. Blood and mud and other ground particles surrounded the moss in her hand. It had been soiled by her cleaning herself. "My, my blood is on it." She held up her arm, holding up the moss. Her arm and hand shook, trying to keep straight.
How had she ran so far on such an empty stomach? She panted a little, turning to the blonde haired girl, thinking how she seemed pretty decent, aside from thirst and chapped lips and skin, she seemed to be well, a little malnourished, but she could donate blood better if the moss would not work.
Jane was sure Shayre had already located some water, but she couldn't remember or think quite straight. There had been water in the moss, right? She didn't need to give anything for water, this was a trick of the forest. Something wasn't right. "No, you're wrong," was all Jane could say as a haze fell over her eyes. Maybe the wrap around her leg was too tight. The bleeding had seemingly stopped significantly, but that didn't leave much oxygen flow for the rest of her body, perhaps. Why did she feel so dizzy? Was the thought of food and water causing her brain some psychological imbalance?
She thought of the three day fast before Lent started, when the Church told her people not to eat anything for thirty six hours. A repetition of Lord have mercies started in her head, like a mantra. It helped her concentrate somewhat and get her mind off of the food, "We already have water," she mustered up, again, regaining her strength, but still feeling a haze cloud her thought process. At least, she was not screaming and crying that some fairy like creature with fangs was speaking to her. She was just relieved it was not attacking them, or well... Not yet, anyways. It did seem to make some sort of threats.
Aleksandr figured he kept Nadi being his favorite sister a secret, but really, he found that to be his only real favorite, how many favorites did Nadia have? He had kept the secret passageways secrets. He could keep a secret. . Clearly, she had found them all, plus more. He wondered if she could spy on him. A wave of paranoia swept over him, forming small sweat at his brow. He almost became hesitant about it, but the weather and cloak was warm. He ignored the sweat and acted normal, continuing to ponder his sister and her addiction to favoriting.
He wondered if he was part of her favorite collections. . He quickly brushed the thought from his mind, reminding himself he was in public.
He perked up when she leaned against his arm and quickly pushed herself away from him to grab a rabbit that she had already named, "Is this a favorite of yours as well?" He did not mean to keep pressing the issue, but it worried him for her to be so open with him. How did she know he would not tell. Was she going to give him something in return. Or was this all some. . some sort of sabotage. It was not as if he resisted going with her.
He wondered if he was part of her favorite collections. . He quickly brushed the thought from his mind, reminding himself he was in public.
He perked up when she leaned against his arm and quickly pushed herself away from him to grab a rabbit that she had already named, "Is this a favorite of yours as well?" He did not mean to keep pressing the issue, but it worried him for her to be so open with him. How did she know he would not tell. Was she going to give him something in return. Or was this all some. . some sort of sabotage. It was not as if he resisted going with her.
Great, the injured character can come in handy. Ha.
Hair, fingernails, blood (we have lots of that, right now). Part of the spirit, personality, emotions, mind?
Hmmm. This sounds ever more interesting. ~ thinking ~
I think so, but add a catch? Like the exchange item is hard to find? Or meh.
Before a Royal Breakfast? Aleksandr blushed as the people waved at him. He politely waved back, feeling a tad embarrassed to be holding his sister's hand, and to be outside of the castle without any guards. He wanted to ask of she was afraid if anyone would attack her, but... He did not.
At least, he knew why she had been late to breakfast. She had been late on other various occasions to presentations of the a Royal Court, but he did not think this could possibly be why. He always saw her in her beauty and elegance, always able to twist Mother and Fathers disdaine into something sweet and tender for her tardiness.
He always blamed her lateness on getting ready, perhaps over sleeping...
The clock became a good disguise, he finally loosened a bit and smiled. "Nadia,you are quite terrible. You are fortunate for your beautiful features," he swiftly made the comment, enlightening her on his trade of admiring her looks.
The lake was serene and heavily endowed in wonder and awe, "Mother and Father let you have favorites?" He questioned her, feeling a tad bit sick to his stomach. She was so much more clever than him, his chance at being remotely close to the crown just seemed like a joke, now. "It is a nice place," he admitted. It was nice, though, he was still frightened from calling it his favorite place. He was starting to think maybe the a royal Garden was his favorite place since he was able to hold his sister's hand there... But then again, here he was holding his sister's hand in her favorite location. Should her favorite be his favorite? He was new to favorites, having been forbidden to have favorites for various reasons. He understood them, but something shy and timid and marvelous about Nadia having favorites rustled in the garden of his heart.
At least, he knew why she had been late to breakfast. She had been late on other various occasions to presentations of the a Royal Court, but he did not think this could possibly be why. He always saw her in her beauty and elegance, always able to twist Mother and Fathers disdaine into something sweet and tender for her tardiness.
He always blamed her lateness on getting ready, perhaps over sleeping...
The clock became a good disguise, he finally loosened a bit and smiled. "Nadia,you are quite terrible. You are fortunate for your beautiful features," he swiftly made the comment, enlightening her on his trade of admiring her looks.
The lake was serene and heavily endowed in wonder and awe, "Mother and Father let you have favorites?" He questioned her, feeling a tad bit sick to his stomach. She was so much more clever than him, his chance at being remotely close to the crown just seemed like a joke, now. "It is a nice place," he admitted. It was nice, though, he was still frightened from calling it his favorite place. He was starting to think maybe the a royal Garden was his favorite place since he was able to hold his sister's hand there... But then again, here he was holding his sister's hand in her favorite location. Should her favorite be his favorite? He was new to favorites, having been forbidden to have favorites for various reasons. He understood them, but something shy and timid and marvelous about Nadia having favorites rustled in the garden of his heart.
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