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CabbageAngel
Antlers
Eddie Brock
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Kefka Palazzo
Exit
Mjolnir
Lunamaria Hawke
Altered Tundra
Kylmi was not afraid of death, it was the method of dying that terrified her.
Her kind either surrendered to the earth in a willful decomposition, or petrified into trees, becoming literal protectors of all forests and the lives therein. But for the Fernium, it was much, much more different. Their souls perished much more slowly, clinging to life as animals do whilst the plant withered and died without reflection, even if the body was gone, their spirits searched and bound endlessly through time until the forest took them as specters and watchers, always unwillingly. It wasn't an easy decision, even when presented with a third option, and Kylmi could never bring herself to decide even in the dark of her would be grave. All things died, even if she was nearly a century old, and all things went back to their mothers, but was it so selfish to want to live on forever?
Her distorted thoughts were disrupted by a new pain, tempered and soothing compared to the iron, but none the less bringing her affront into conscious thought. She winced around her poisoned tongue and watched in a morbid fascination as her infected blood: green, dark, and sluggish, slowly began to boil and fester within the limited pocket of her arthropod's occulus. When the eye exploded, she gasped along with his screech and finally felt the strength and will to move her body, just enough for her to sit up as the lizard approached her, his rasp of a voice inquiring to her state even if his movements suggested slight inebriation. Kylmi did not have the voice though to deny or reject him, she would sooner trust this strange concoction than the ones the dark elf notified them of. Anything of this dungeon she did not want. The warning of the taste didn't prepare her, it made her lips curl and she sputtered at the peculiar tang that settled across her mouth, her claws curled into her palms and she willed herself to remain still as he tended to her. Scaly palms smoothed over her skin, parted by spots of fur and vegetation, and she shuddered at the contact, having become accustomed to her days of torture. But whatever it was that he spilled from his pouch and blended into her flesh, it worked wonders against her iron venom, eating away at the infection just like he advertised. Her green eyes, no longer webbed with death, lingered upon his snout and she inclined her head, antlers cast down.
It was her way of a silent thanks, a submission that indebted herself to the creature. Kylmi would return these favours, this she vowed silently to herself.
When the half-elf proffered over the blue vial, she accepted it with a quiet stare and turned to face her protector.
"You foolish love," Her voice rang with appreciation despite her scolding scowl, lips twisted in a fine grimace. Her hands hesitated, uncertain of where to begin in his condition. She glanced up at the pocket that once was his eye and then towards the battered ligament dismembered by what she could only assume was their former foe. Kylmi gathered her gradually bundling strength and gestured from the vial, to his mouth and very slowly, so as not to alarm, began climbing up his body. Their height differences were staggering, Kylmi herself shorter by nearly half his incredible stance which required her to scale his frame. She was careful of her foot placements and perched on his shoulder, willing some of the poultice into his mouth and inspected the depth of his wounded eye, she shook her crown of antlers and tines.
"Next time, don't be so risky, you can't afford that." Her eyes fell on the brand upon his brow and she tipped her head, gently tracing it with her clawed digits. "Nine," she murmured and wondered then what kind of pain this beast had endured, and if it had been similar to her own. Though she grew curious by it, the setting was inappropriate for such invasive inquires, so she gradually began to descend down from his shoulder, her eyes scoping out the surroundings as the elf and lizard began to speak about rocks and vanished down the hall. Her brow quirked and she glanced around, not seeing any though in this sort of environment, one could not be certain. So Kylmi jumped down the rest of the way and landed precariously on her clawed toes, wincing slightly from the lingering pain that was still managing to work itself from her body. She needed the sunlight to heal quickly and though she wasn't favouring of the prince in the slightest bit, she couldn't deny that he was the only way for her to leave this dark, hellish memory behind her.
Kylmi gradually began to follow, mindful of her limitations and gestured for 9 to follow after her with a sweep of her arm, she felt burdened for him to continue to carry her and with the reptile's remedy, she had the strength to at least manage walking on her own. It was a bit of strain, considering the shape of her feet that forced her to walk on her toes, and without her wears that usually helped in such a manner, she had to make due with bracing one of her hands against the wall to make it her temporary crutch. The tolling alarm made her teeth clench and ears to fall back, wounded and assaulted by the crippling sounds, only to further be assuaged by the screams of victims. Her heart flexed, squeezed, bled out emotionally with the reminders of her time in the cell creeping up along her spine like a infectious serpent. Her saunter down the passageway halted at the sound of a voice, almost drowned out by the sharp rings of the summoning bell, her sensitive ears perked up at it and very reluctantly she followed, stepping over bodies with a faint tremor in her arms and hugging close to herself as she found the bastard of a prince merely sitting, pondering.
Dressed down in meager armour that was barely fitting, giving his status, Kylmi vaguely wondered how he could keep on going despite his obvious infliction. Not that she cared, she told herself, clamping down her hiss and letting it growl away in her throat as she stood opposite of him in this secret passage, her eyes drifting carelessly, observing and impatient. She felt crushed and caged by the stone and now revitalized by her former healer, she felt the creeping ascent of her bestial nature, it made her mouth ache along with her teeth and her hands constantly flexed against her arms in random intervals of transitioning fear. Kymi had never felt so catastrophic and with her having nearly died only minutes before [what felt like hours now] she was long exhausted of her occupancy in this dungeon and with it, made a silent promise to tear down anymore opposition - even if the entire garrison fell upon her.