I think the one you ended up using works fine, personally.
I will get to the post in a bit; should we just pick up where the other one stopped?
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Well, at some point they need to realize they're linked together. Maybe one of them nearly gets killed, and the other feels it?
"I don't even know her," Miranda said, defending herself even in distress. "I don't even know why she injured me..."
"Speaking of," Carol said, more instance. "Will you please let us bandage up that wound."
Miranda sighed. "Fine," she sighed. "Let's just go home."
The songstress had only taken one step to the left, when the world spun. Somehow, she was distinctly lacking in blood, and was feeling very very woozy. It took Hilde and Claude's strength to keep her upright, gently easing her up.
"Easy, girl," Claude said. "One step at a time..."
Miranda was blinking in and out...but she swore she saw a similar wound on Khaylan's shoulder, in early the exact same spots. This odd feeling that was now in her breast, and the images of the witch's spell...it all was becoming quite frightening.
"This is your fault," Carol, the stout woman with much more backbone, hissed at Khaylan. "I personally hold you responsible if she dies, you heartless knave. I bet you won't even spare a bed for her, even though it's your problem that dragged her into such a state."
"Speaking of," Carol said, more instance. "Will you please let us bandage up that wound."
Miranda sighed. "Fine," she sighed. "Let's just go home."
The songstress had only taken one step to the left, when the world spun. Somehow, she was distinctly lacking in blood, and was feeling very very woozy. It took Hilde and Claude's strength to keep her upright, gently easing her up.
"Easy, girl," Claude said. "One step at a time..."
Miranda was blinking in and out...but she swore she saw a similar wound on Khaylan's shoulder, in early the exact same spots. This odd feeling that was now in her breast, and the images of the witch's spell...it all was becoming quite frightening.
"This is your fault," Carol, the stout woman with much more backbone, hissed at Khaylan. "I personally hold you responsible if she dies, you heartless knave. I bet you won't even spare a bed for her, even though it's your problem that dragged her into such a state."
I wish more people got that. I've been bombarded before ><
Suddenly, all Miranda was aware of was pain; vast amounts of pain the likes of which she never knew. She screamed as it tore through her body, as if ever vein on her body was being jerked and pulled in every direction. The witch cackled, dropping the songstress on the ground, shuddering and twitching. Finally, Miranda lost consciousness, slipping the cold cobblestones hitting her temples.
The witch approached Khaylan's body and knelt down, whispering into his ear. "Let's see what happens when your life is in the hands of another," she said. "When you reach the apex of your suffering, only then will I show you death's sweet embrace..."
~~~~~~~~~
It was a moment or two before Miranda woke up, Carol giving her a good shake with her stout arms.
"Miri! Miri!" Carol said, eyes wide in panic. "Wake up!"
The begger girl softly grunted, before her hand flew to her shoulder. There were indeed five places where the witch had pierced her, and they were still bleeding. Miranda scrambled to her feet, spying Khaylan on the ground, and the witch mysteriously out of sight,.
Something else felt...wrong. Miranda couldn't place why, but something felt so very out of place. It was almost the sense that someone else was standing behind her, practically breathing down her neck. Whatever this was, it felt so very very invasive, going past her physical boundaries directly into her soul. It made her shudder, and seemed to grow worse as Khaylan finally stirred.
"What...what happened?" she asked.
Hilde shuddered. "The witch vanished, and you both fainted. Miranda, you need to clean that wound..."
The witch approached Khaylan's body and knelt down, whispering into his ear. "Let's see what happens when your life is in the hands of another," she said. "When you reach the apex of your suffering, only then will I show you death's sweet embrace..."
~~~~~~~~~
It was a moment or two before Miranda woke up, Carol giving her a good shake with her stout arms.
"Miri! Miri!" Carol said, eyes wide in panic. "Wake up!"
The begger girl softly grunted, before her hand flew to her shoulder. There were indeed five places where the witch had pierced her, and they were still bleeding. Miranda scrambled to her feet, spying Khaylan on the ground, and the witch mysteriously out of sight,.
Something else felt...wrong. Miranda couldn't place why, but something felt so very out of place. It was almost the sense that someone else was standing behind her, practically breathing down her neck. Whatever this was, it felt so very very invasive, going past her physical boundaries directly into her soul. It made her shudder, and seemed to grow worse as Khaylan finally stirred.
"What...what happened?" she asked.
Hilde shuddered. "The witch vanished, and you both fainted. Miranda, you need to clean that wound..."
Loved it, but I have been busy all day today and don't have time ><
I will post tomorrow, though.
I will post tomorrow, though.
Okay :)
Name: Princess Celine of Mathias
Age: 19
Appearance:
Skills: excellent fencer, high endurance, very agile, and of quick wit.
Weaknesses: Not very physical imposing, and tends to lean more on the optimistic side, making her too trusting.
History:
-Celine is descent from a third group of humans to step in the world of Narnia. Her greatest ancestor found a deserted cave in the arctic while in search of food for his people. He discovered a cave that lead him to an island off Narnia's west coast. This man brought his people through the cave just as the Telmaraine's were coming to claim the land. This man made a deal with their king, helped them establish their own kingdom, and the two have been living in harmony since.
The two kingdoms kept even tabs on each other, which, when Celine was young, meant plenty of visits to Miraz's dark and gloomy palace. The red-head always felt rather singled out by all the grownups, talking strategies and legal matters. Thankfully, there was an amusing distraction in the castle's prince. The two became fast friends, she admiring his head-fast antics, and he her cleaver wit. Unfortunately, as both entered their more grown years, all communications with the two kingdoms ceased. This is the first time Mathias has had any contact with Narnia; but, alas, it is under troubling times.
Age: 19
Appearance:
Skills: excellent fencer, high endurance, very agile, and of quick wit.
Weaknesses: Not very physical imposing, and tends to lean more on the optimistic side, making her too trusting.
History:
-Celine is descent from a third group of humans to step in the world of Narnia. Her greatest ancestor found a deserted cave in the arctic while in search of food for his people. He discovered a cave that lead him to an island off Narnia's west coast. This man brought his people through the cave just as the Telmaraine's were coming to claim the land. This man made a deal with their king, helped them establish their own kingdom, and the two have been living in harmony since.
The two kingdoms kept even tabs on each other, which, when Celine was young, meant plenty of visits to Miraz's dark and gloomy palace. The red-head always felt rather singled out by all the grownups, talking strategies and legal matters. Thankfully, there was an amusing distraction in the castle's prince. The two became fast friends, she admiring his head-fast antics, and he her cleaver wit. Unfortunately, as both entered their more grown years, all communications with the two kingdoms ceased. This is the first time Mathias has had any contact with Narnia; but, alas, it is under troubling times.
I loved it, I absolutely loved it! ^^
She chuckled, that same smile crossing her lips. "You would fight me?" she chuckled. "How curious. You seemed far more interested in other activities the last time we met."
Whispers would have spread, had the rest of the world not frozen before them. She approached slowly but not from fear, but with the confidence of a woman who knew she wouldn't be in any danger. She stopped halfway between him and the beggars, her obsidian eyes taking them in. One could almost see the wheels turning in her mind, twisted and evil as they were. Then, with that same sneer carved into her porcelain face, she turned back to the noble.
"You have done all you can to forget your roots, boy," she said. "and it will cost you. Your pride will be your rue."
She turned and snatched Miranda's wrist. From the contact, the singer was suddenly animated again, and eyeing the world with large, frightened eyes. her gaze caught the wtches, and those eyes narrowed in fearful rebellion.
"Let me go!" She demanded struggling in her grip. "Demon! Hag! I'll see you hanged!"
"Feisty one, she," the witch said, barely flinching from the girl's attempts to inflict injury."And yet none will save her; because chivalry is long since dead."
The witch plunged her nails into Miranda's shoulder, drawing fresh blood. With it on her pale fingers. "The blood in this wench's veins will be your undoing, Khaylan," she said. She dropped the blood on the ground, damned words flowing past her lips. As the girl bled onto the cobblestones, the liquid began to form a symbol of black magic on the ground. It glowed unearthly red, and what was left trailed over to Khaylan's knees, bathing him in the same red-light.
Whispers would have spread, had the rest of the world not frozen before them. She approached slowly but not from fear, but with the confidence of a woman who knew she wouldn't be in any danger. She stopped halfway between him and the beggars, her obsidian eyes taking them in. One could almost see the wheels turning in her mind, twisted and evil as they were. Then, with that same sneer carved into her porcelain face, she turned back to the noble.
"You have done all you can to forget your roots, boy," she said. "and it will cost you. Your pride will be your rue."
She turned and snatched Miranda's wrist. From the contact, the singer was suddenly animated again, and eyeing the world with large, frightened eyes. her gaze caught the wtches, and those eyes narrowed in fearful rebellion.
"Let me go!" She demanded struggling in her grip. "Demon! Hag! I'll see you hanged!"
"Feisty one, she," the witch said, barely flinching from the girl's attempts to inflict injury."And yet none will save her; because chivalry is long since dead."
The witch plunged her nails into Miranda's shoulder, drawing fresh blood. With it on her pale fingers. "The blood in this wench's veins will be your undoing, Khaylan," she said. She dropped the blood on the ground, damned words flowing past her lips. As the girl bled onto the cobblestones, the liquid began to form a symbol of black magic on the ground. It glowed unearthly red, and what was left trailed over to Khaylan's knees, bathing him in the same red-light.
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