This Was Suppose to Be Easy - Tag: Kinali/Gallant

The lands around New Atricis that are regarded as Atricis' new territory. Not as big as their previous protective range, but still lots of space and wilds to explore. Dragon Flights and Wher Runs also occur across these lands.
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Tue Feb 14, 2017 5:13 am

“I probably should have assumed that would have been part of it, but…no point in dwelling upon it. We’re here in one piece. I’d say you did well.”

Sid'nis was not the sort to so easily give up on a guilt he felt, no matter why he was feeling guilty. However, Kinali was right about one thing. "You're right, there is no point in dwelling on it. I still feel rather bad for not warning you. It's standard practice whenever you're flying a guest." The fact that it had been turns since he'd been on passenger duty really didn't make it excusable, not in his eyes anyways. He did laugh along with the candidate. "Yes, Iolith has yet to get me someplace not in one piece. However, after being a rider for thirteen turns I should do a little better than get us somewhere in one piece."

“Intricate evergreen,”

Iolith had scanned the area from well above his landing spot to make sure there was nothing threatening in the area. He had not seen any thing to raise his suspicions or cause him concern, so he was fully confident in laying down to relax. He had no plans on sleeping, just resting and relaxing while keeping his senses tuned in case he did hear something. "Yep sweats and coughing. That sickness that ravaged us not too long back really made us low on supplies. Which is why were are here now." His bright blue eyes began to look around at the various vegetation that was in the area. There were some healers that would refuse to come out here in the dirty wilderness. They thought that it was below them to go and gather herbs. That was an apprentice or candidates' job, not there.

Sid set them off into the denser part of the woods around where Iolith had landed. He'd been to this spot a few times before so he sort of knew the area, but not that well. It was a few minutes of walking through the foliage before something caught Sid's attention. "Ah ha. There is some ezob." He exclaimed triumphantly. Sid picked a few samples and then showed it to Kinali. "Here you go. This is what the ezob looks like. It appears that there are plenty of them around this area, so let's collect them and then look for the box we need." From what he could tell there was an overabundance of ezob in this area, which was a good thing. That meant it probably wouldn't take them long at all to get what they needed.
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Wed Feb 15, 2017 11:47 pm

No victory was in sight, it seemed, for getting the blue rider to dismiss the fault or guilt — even if Kinali himself didn’t blame him. He was however, glad, that the man finally admitted that there was little to no point dwelling upon the matter, and that future time together would likely involve at the very least a verbal warning before slipping between. It was something the candidate was grateful for, though had not the heard to ask or demand it. Matter of fact, he hadn’t considered such a task at all, simply resigning to the belief that it would be part of their return journey and he would need to tough out the sensation.

Such things made him reflect, even if only briefly, upon his choice to become a day wher candidate, ever thankful that he wouldn’t have to deal with the feeling on a regular basis. Of course, Sid’nis had implied that it was something all riders became accustomed to, oftentimes not recognizing it at all out of the ordinary. Something that Kinali believed, despite the unfortunate circumstance that had caught him off guard. In time he’d soon forget it, likely. There were more important things to dwell upon — particularly the herbs of which had been spotted and since pointed out quite clearly.

He observed passively, nodding as the cheerful bloke’s peaceful demeanor returned, bringing about a particularly calming quality within the air. It did the smith well, to return his focus to the present entirely and scan the vicinity following the introduction of why they needed the specific foliage that the weyr had sent them to find. “That certainly explains a few things,” he issued in a soft, satisfied voice, as if an answer had been provided. “The gardens had a rather large section set aside for medicinal herbs recently. Or at least by comparison to what the norm is. I suspected you were trying to either stockpile, or replenish.” He smiled, keying in towards the ezob that had been presented to him with a degree of vigor and triumph.

The gesture was small, but immediately brightened his smile to a beam for a short moment, delicately observing the presented flora with but a nod as his first order of the mission had been issued to him. “I’ll give a gander around, and give you a heads up if I notice anything.” A quiet declaration, hopeful not to gravitate any unwanted attention within the jungle towards him, but coming out here Kinali had realized that as a possibility. The wilderness was exactly as it sounded: wild. You never knew what treasures you would find, or what dangers lurked — it was that very reason he felt it an adventure, one that took him away from the ordinary and frequently mundane tasks that candidates were assigned. All in all, something he cherished the opportunity for, and would be sure to thank the healer and his superiors for it.

Eyes to the ground, mid-level, he sifted around the shrubbery carefully in a low half-stooped positioning. Sid’nis had been keen in his brief study — the area was overflowing with plants that not only highly resembled the sample he’d been shown, but in abundant clusters as well. If they were lucky, they might very well make it back before dark, depending on what else needed to be gathered.

Tenderly digging his gloved fingers into the cold, moist earth he crept them underneath one of the plants, searching for the roots to attentively transplant the entire suspect from the ground. That was one down, he noted, brushing the dirt particles aside padding them back into their original spot.
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Wed Feb 22, 2017 12:59 am

"You'd be right. We ran out almost. It's scary when that happens, especially during a small epidemic like that. Thank Faranth he didn't run out, but there are other herbs we have that do the same thing, just not as well." Sid'nis explained. Even though he was a dragonhealer, during times of epidemics or other medical crisis then he did his part to help as a general practitioner. Working with people was most often times easier than working with dragons, but he loved his craft and wouldn't change it for the world. He was sure they would get everything they needed while they were out here. Then, they hopefully wouldn't have to worry about ezob and box for awhile.

Sid gave Kinali a friendly slap on the shoulder before he moved to go look around for more of the herbs. While the candidate took one area he moved to a different spot and began to dig up the herbs there. It really wasn't going to take them too long to have all the ezob they could hope for. Sid knelt to the ground and opened his bag before he began to carefully dig the herbs up for replanting them back at the weyr. He got three of the larger sized specimens dug up when he thought he heard something messing around in the woods just out of eye sight. He perked up and looked around them, his hand stayed near his crossbow, just in case. One could never know with the wilds and this was about as wild as it could get out here.

Like many moments before something horrible happens, Sid felt like time stop and all the little sounds of bugs and birds seemed to disappear as the tenseness in the air grew around them. For a split second he understood exactly how the herdbeasts felt when there was a dragon circling over head."Kinali I think we shou-" Sid never had a chance to finish his statement of warning that they should leave. For all his instinct had told him something was up, it wasn't quick enough to get them out of harm's way.

Sid had enough time to raise his crossbow just before a striped figure flew through the bushes at him. The air was knocked out of his lungs as he landed on his back with an immense weight upon him. "IOLITH!!" Sid screamed out loud and mentally for his blue just as he felt a set of claws rake down one shoulder. The pain was like ice and fire, but adrenaline kept it as some distant awareness that he didn't have time to address. The feline snarled, lips curved back over large fangs ready to lean down for the kill. Sid had enough sense to pull the trigger of his crossbow and sent a bolt into the feline's soft belly. It roared with anger as he jumped back from the bite of it's injury, its claws caught Sid's chest in the shocked movement.

With Sid proving to have a 'bite' of his own, the feline turned towards the other creature in the area, the one that hadn't hurt him. The feline lunged at Kinali then. Sid moved as fast to his feet as he could and began to restring his crossbow. That process felt slower to him than it had before. "Iolith!" Sid screamed again for the blue and was disappointed to see the tri-colored hide rushing through the trees as best his bulk would allow to get to them.
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Sat Feb 25, 2017 1:53 am

Hum and step, Kinali found his own form scuttling cautiously across the jungle bed, crouched into a quieted position that amply rested his legs and still permitted enough mobility to shift around as needed. The younger of the two had displaced himself a fair bit on edge, still mindful of the surroundings in due thanks to his typical absorption within his mind. It was a faint, indistinctive rhythm that he murmured, a melodious tune vibrating nigh-inaudibly about himself as he worked peacefully. Careful to remain within eyesight of his partner for the day’s excursion, he set to work quickly, soon adjusting to the expectation of delivering enough of the designated herbage for Sid to deliver home. The task wasn’t ideal, not for him at least, knowing that he held neither the preferred speciality nor knowledge for caring for such plants, but he did his best to remain attentive — the care no less tender nor appreciative of the effort it would go towards than his more familiar trade.

Something peaceful lingered within the air about him, finally bringing him at ease, despite his relative alertness — nature it seemed had a sort of soothing effect over him, or perhaps the very task he had been issued. There was less intricacy demanded of him, than grinding away fine placed sand to blow into glass. Yet still, what the end result would bring, he recognized that without it, their society would have failed in the long term, far sooner than a lack of equipment. A new perspective, a fresh one, that allowed a light reflection of the moment, though he was careful not to lose himself too deeply. It was difficult to block out the habit entirely, simply long having become a part of him. Either to escape into his own world briefly, or simply to be grateful for the beauty and works around him, both natural and man-made.

Fourth specimen completed, the smith placed it into the pouch he’d set aside, tenderly reinforcing the loot from the wilderness as if to safeguard it from any bruising during their return trip. Resting back onto his haunches for a moment as his eyes scouted for the next target, he paused unmistakably, ears immediately perked into the air. Something was off — the air in an absolute stillness that held an all-too-unnatural sensation, soon replaced by a volley of alarmed words that had been tossed at him unforgivingly. The warning had come, albeit a fair bit too short before the brush between the two violently shredded through the impact of something tearing through it to launch itself at the blue rider. They’d been all of a few meters apart, but the distance too far to scramble in any hurry to peel the beast off of Sid’nis, though Kinali certainly tried. His eyes blared wildly in disbelief as the varmint retaliated, lurching mid-strike to rebound off of his chest and land crushingly upon his legs.

There was a deafening and telltale crack, preemptively announcing the blood curdling shriek that forcefully emitted from the candidate’s throat, as his hands scrambled to loosen the loop around the crossbow. He was too slow, the feline was already lining up for another pounce, arcing off one of the great woods in a trajectory that he knew wouldn’t end well. As adrenaline rushed through his system to mask the pain as best it could, he did the only thing he could think of as his other, left hand ripped upwards to strike the jungle cat underneath the jaw. It was potent, all things considered for his current state, but nowhere near enough to do anything more than briefly daze the beast. The agony was beginning to rip through his leg, and up into his torso, the adrenaline’s effects quickly becoming overpowered as they futilely failed in attempts to repel the intrusion. Knowing that it was all going to be over soon for him, the smith launched his last means of defense, swinging his satchel hard with what little energy remained into the torso of the attacker. He could hear the resonance of the metal tools and whatever remained of the herbage inside colliding, and soon spilling out over the jungle floor, before he curled forward in attempt to compensate for the pain.

At the very least, he prayed with a look of hope in his eyes, that he could perhaps roll a bit, soon realizing that such an effort to dodge any further assaults would only worsen his position.
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Thu Mar 02, 2017 3:47 am

He could feel the warmth of his blood running down his torso and his arm. The slipperiness of it made it harder for him to load his crossbow and the panic of the situation didn't help either. Sid'nis had to save Kinali, though, he was a healer and the lad was his responsibility. There was no other choice, he HAD to save him. Sid was about ready to throw down the crossbow and charge the feline with his bare hands when finally the brightly hued hide of Iolith came crashing through the trees. He was almost too big to fit, but he managed to squeeze through or break down any smaller tree that was in his way. Sid waited until Iolith had grabbed a hold of the feline and then ran to Kinali's side.

Iolith snarled, growled, and roared at the feline as he quickly ripped it off of Kinali. The feline yowled back angrily, obviously not afraid of the larger dragon. It twisted in Iolith's grip and managed to rake down the blue's forearm. Iolith growled and tried to bite the creature and end it swiftly, but as soon as his face got close the feline raked its claw across his face, barely missing one of his eyes. That stunned Iolith enough into dropping the creature. The feline took advantage of it's new found freedom by running to Iolith's side and away from his claws and teeth. In a flash the striped beast was leaping into the air and latching onto Iolith's wing. The blue roared in pain and anger as he tried to flare his wing and knock the feline off of him. The move failed and instead resulted in the feline ripping slashes in some of his wing membranes. If that wasn't bad enough, the feline bit down onto his wing's first finger bone and then jumped off of him. The bone bent in a direction it shouldn't have until it visibly snapped and Iolith let loose a screech of pain.

The feline wasn't done though and lunged at Iolith's back. It's teeth quickly sunk into the meaty part of his wing arm. Again Iolith howled in pain, but this time he was able to reach and grabbed the feline to jerk it off of him, unfortunately taking a hunk of his own flesh with it. This time, however, the beast would not get away. Iolith raised up on his hind legs and threw the beast as hard as he could against a near by tree. It hit and fell to the ground with a thud. Before it could collect itself again, Iolith moved in quick and bit down as hard as he could on the creature's neck and twisted. There was a snap and the body of the feline fell lifeless. Iolith whined pitifully when it was over and moved closer to Sid and Kinali. The pain in his one wing was great.It's done. We are safe for now. I am badly injured.

Sid had finally got his crossbow reloaded and stood guard over Kinali while Iolith took on the feline. He felt every scratch, felt the break, and his heart sank for his blue. He encouraged his blue, giving him full faith that he would defeat the feline. Though he wanted to try and take a shot at the creature he knew it was too possible for him to hit Iolith, so he didn't. When it was finally over, Sid let out the breath he was holding and lowered the crossbow. "Where are you hurt most, Kinali?" Sid asked as he knelt down next to the young man and began to assess the damage as he also began to reach into his pack for the first aid kit he always brought with him. He could feel how badly Iolith was injured and it happily wasn't life threatening, but Kinali he had no idea so he was priority one. His own wounds were bad, but also not life threatening.
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Fri Mar 03, 2017 9:12 am

Tempted to just roll over and let the rush of blackness claim him, Kinali grappled obstinately with his struggle against unconsciousness. Pain was too little a word to describe the sensations ripping through his leg, and up into his chest. Then again, agony hadn’t been in much a better state of appropriateness either. His mind held not the conservation nor the energy to dedicate to place him in one of his typical daydreams, long appeasing or displacing any such pain within his present — mental, physical, or otherwise. From his own stance, it didn’t take a healer to note that with the blood loss and a broken leg that his own body had gone into self-preservation, shunting off any operations of the unnecessary organs.

He curled forward, hoping that it would help to alleviate even a shred of the trauma he was suffering, whilst Iolith and his rider forcefully tore the engagement away from him. Vision swiftly blurring, the candidate felt a wave of uneasy nausea throttle him as he slumped to the side only to spew forth a vile concoction of blood and vomitus. Even the anguish he had endured up in the smith’s hall paled in comparison to what he was feeling now, or at least from what he could assess. Given the fact that his own mental facilities were beginning to go offline, Kinali writhed to once more regain control of himself.

It couldn’t end like this. Not after he’d found his brother again, and most certainly not after it was becoming apparent that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Coalescing what minute perseverance was left within his form, the smith felt his hand slip as he laid back against the trunk of one of the foliage. Blood, on his chest, there was no surprise there given the shredded garment that protected him was now nothing more than a rag. Given the fact that his leg was likely exposed, the fluids hadn’t surprised him in the least either, but unknowingly shifting ever so slightly he found the culprit — a gash just along the right of his ribcage.

He rolled, mentally, at the thought of another wound to add to the list, though was neither of the mind nor proficiency to diagnose it. All that he knew was it was oozing blood with the occasional spurt of the crimson fluid, and it wasn’t healthy. Iolith raged in the background of his mind, barely amalgamating enough to conclude what was taking place. Kinali didn’t know if he was safe, and he sure as hell didn’t care any longer, with his eyes flickering over to see if Sid’nis had fared any better in the attack. The candidate direly hoped so. Prayed so even, invoking what thoughts of if there were a greater good out there to at least spare one of the three.

Blackness surrounded him, as his consciousness faded, too much for his body to be able to compensate for at once between his own proactive mental drive, or at least what he could muster, and the fact that his own existence was attempting futilely to mend the unhealable — at least on its own. Not in a timely matter, should he have suspected anything positive to outcome from his situation. Minutes, or perhaps even hours passed before any sensation regathered along the nudge that had been whisked towards him through the air. What logic or ability to discern his whereabouts, time spent, or situation was long since fading. Kinali looked over to the hazy silhouette conjuring muddy dialogue towards him, the words no longer distinguishable from a heretic speaking in tongues.

Turning his head to the side, he looked down, intently but hopelessly unable to see and recollect anything about the torment that was still arcing up his leg. Something about the extension of his body. He couldn’t remember, or realize. Why was he here again? Collecting what energy he could, he pushed his own hands into the ground, endeavoring to limp towards home, or rather thought it was. Hoped, even, but his limb wouldn’t give. Instead, all that his body found itself even barely permitting was an agonizing scream as his leg bent, in attempt to walk.

Hand pressed to the side, he could feel the viscous liquid from his chest laceration beginning to slow considerably more than it had been before, though still quite present. Eyes turned back towards the silhouette that had been addressing him only a moment prior, all he could make out was the turbid obscurity of…something. Something there. And something big behind it. He didn’t know if that first something was a person? Maybe someone he’d been working with? Did that make sense? Kinali couldn’t recollect.
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Sun Mar 05, 2017 7:18 pm

"Hey now! Stop that...no moving. Alright buddy. You need to stay absolutely still." Sid rushed to Kinali's side as he attempted to get up and immediately fell back down. It was obvious Kinali was barely hanging onto consciousness. That wasn't good. He needed the candidate to stay awake until Sid was able to get his wounds more stable. "Hey, stay with me, Kinali. You can't go to sleep on me yet. Alright." He lightly patted his cheeks to try and get him more lucid. Sid noticed the broken leg, how could he not, but the wound that worried him the most was the obvious gash on the man's side. Adrenaline was still flowing through his veins enough that the pain of his own wounds seemed minuscule.

"Don't worry, we're going to get out of here." He reached into his bag and quickly got out his first aid kit. Ever since he'd been kidnapped and Mul'rec had been so badly hurt trying to rescue him Sid had made sure to pack a little extra in his first aid kit. He had extra numbweed, extra sutures and thread for stitches, more bandages, and anything else he thought might come in handy in an extreme case. Sid ripped away the shredded fabric of Kinali's tunic before he began to apply pressure on the worst of the gashes. "This ain't too bad. Nah, not at all. You're going to be just fine, Kinali. Just fine." Sid said in a calm tone of voice as with one hand he opened up his canteen full of water and began to clean the young man's torso of excess blood. He had to see exactly how bad the lacerations were. The deepest one was still bleeding, but seemed to be slowing.

"Alright. Try to keep still, but talk to me if you can. You hear me, Kinali? I've gotta get this wound closed up now, alright." Sid said, afraid if he didn't get it stitched now then he would continue to bleed. A quick check of any other lacerations told him that they weren't as serious and while he applied pressure to the gash on his side he looked at his leg. The bone was obviously broken, but thankfully it looked a clean break and there was no protrusion through the skin. Going through his first aid kit, he used redwort to clean the wound, then after rinsing redwort over his hands he slathered numbweed onto the gash. Thank Faranth he was a competent healer and not someone that panicked easily under stressful situations. Sid worked steadily and fast, so it wasn't long before the deep gash was closed up. More redwort and numbweed was applied before he placed a bandage over it. He'd tie it down later when he could get Kinali to sit up. "See? That wasn't so bad. Let's get the rest of these scratches cleaned up." Sid quickly did that, adding stitches if they were needed. The entire time he continued to speak with him and made sure he didn't doze off.

"Iolith! How are you doing?" Sid asked with worry as he turned to his dragon. Iolith's hide was slightly more gray than it should be, which made Sid curse under his breath. "Kinali, I gotta take care of Iolith, okay. Stay with me buddy. Talk to me if you can." The chunk that had been ripped out of Iolith's wing arm was bad, but it could have been worse. It was at least ripped in a way that the pieces were still there, they just had to be pieced back together. "I'm sorry, brother. This is going to hurt." Sid said as he poured redwort onto the wound. He was almost out of the antiseptic by now. It was more important for him to use it on them than himself. As fast as he could he applied numbweed next. The relief he felt from his blue almost caused tears to form in his eyes. Time seemed to not exist as he worked to patch up the worst of the wounds on his blue. Come on, Kinali. You gotta wake up more. For me and for Sid and especially for yourself. We're not going to leave you, so you can't leave us. Iolith took up speaking with Kinali to keep him conscious while Sid worked on his wing arm.

Sid was soon enough done with stitching up Iolith, but now he felt dizzy and nauseous. Sid'nis. You're not well. You need to take a moment and take care of yourself. If you don't then who will take care of us? Iolith stated firmly. He was still in a lot of pain thanks to the broken wing fingers, but with his wing arm fixed he was in much better shape. Sid took a moment to look at his own wounds. The one on his shoulder had slowly been bleeding this entire time which was no doubt the reason he felt light headed. He'd lost quite a bit of his own blood. Iolith was right, he needed to take a moment and stitch himself up. First he checked on Kinali again to make sure the stitched wounds were alright. They were, so he went about stitching himself up.

"Kinali. I gotta set that leg of yours now, alright. This is not going to be pleasant and there is nothing I can do about the pain, I'm sorry." Sid moved down to his broken leg and carefully cut the fabric of his pants to get the fabric out of the way. "You're lucky....the break could be worse. I'll be right back. Gotta get supplies for a splint." Sid got some rope from Iolith's packs and found two pieces of wood that would work. Once all the materials were gathered he went back to the young man. "Alright. This is going to hurt. Bite down on his stick if you need to." Sid said as he offered Kinali a stick to bite down on if he could and wanted to. "On the count of three. One..." Sid didn't bother counting the entire way there. He'd learned it was generally better to do something like this when they weren't completely aware that it was going to happen. Expertly the bone was popped back into place. Sid was fast to get the leg as immobile then as possible. "You alright, Kinali?"
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Sun Mar 12, 2017 2:54 pm

As his insides boiled, Kinali urged what little remnants of his willpower he could muster against the oncoming storm clouds of unconsciousness. His eyes closed, too blurry to make out much of anything useful, he prayed to whatever gods lingered in the heavens above for salvation; what had he done to earn this? What had the smith done at all to earn anything that his life had tarnished upon his already frangible soul? Clearly something, be it a divine fate or some predetermine road ahead had seen fit to end his journey. It was the only explanation for the rancid luck that had befallen him, and now unfortunately affected an otherwise innocent bystander.

Within moments of the less experienced man’s attempts to relocate himself away from the danger, his body had given way, soon to be reinforced by another blunt pressure — something was pressing against him. He couldn’t tell what, and nor did he have any inkling of energy to find out what that ‘what’ had been. Indiscernible from whether the environment remained safe, his own existence dwelled upon a threshold of a cliff, teetering back and forth between what he could only presume was death, and life. The blood at his side had begun to pool, viscously oozing its way to a coalesced blockage — likely his body’s own attempt to stem the flow, and preserve what little it could.

And then the heretic returned, once more spewing forth a message in a dialect of tongues that he could not predict. It was a wonder that he somehow still found the urgency to remain alert of his presence…relatively speaking. The equivalent of his own ability to judge such existence was sorely lacking at the present moment. He could feel the shade directing harsh words towards the nape of his neck, immediately forcing some kind of heathenous weight against his torso, just alongside where his gaping wound had lingered. Though he understood nought, there was no urge or decency to fight off the ill-doer. He couldn’t move, and with the blood flow to his extremities cut, Kinali knew somewhere by a strand of thought that he would be lucky to be even able to lift his hand from the cold earth.

Lids raising against his eyes, the haziness flooded his vision once more, a sense of gentleness washing over his domain as the nightly shade toiled against him. The cool, soon frigid blast of a gelatinous substance brushed against his injuries, later replaced by numbness and a tingling sensation that while uncomfortable, he found far more preferable to the nerve-killing sensations that had preceded it. Such relief was short lived, however; another intruder penetrated beneath the initial layer of his skin, piercing well past the comfort zone and back out, the entire process repeated for what felt like aeons. Had it not been for the numbness, little as he could gather his senses, the candidate didn’t need much consciousness to recognize that it would have been quite painful, had the chilling goo not been present alongside his chest.

Was his tormentor preparing him for a meal, or rather simply dressing him to help? He couldn’t tell, as the demon snapped orders in a chthonic language he couldn’t even begin to interpret. A glimmer of hope dangled by a spider’s silken thread at the end of the blackness he could see beyond the horizon of his blurriness, however. Distant tingling of a memory; had it been why he was here? Didn’t he come with someone? That was the only logical explanation of why he wasn’t home. Where was home again? Gently shaking his head in a futile attempt to clear the haze, he mumbled incoherently a name that he couldn’t recollect how he knew it — “Inakil,” the smith rhetorically sputtered.

For whatever justice that had or hadn’t conjured, the aggravator released his side, as if warded away by the syllables of a forbidden word. He’d done it. Or at least, the haze was ever dreadfully crawling away. Slugs would have made better progress in the snow against a thousand league journey. Kinali could vaguely make out the hewn shape of a blue lump trembling in the horizon, his focus immediately waning in fear as a thunderous voice boomed against him upon sighting. Loud. Too loud. Bad touch, don’t look at the blue lumpy hill — it talks.

Certain he was going mad, his lungs vacantly re-discovered their ability to breathe, once more spurring the crevice of life within his form. “Box and ezob.” Meaningless whispers of a now forgotten task that held on dearly within his mind, slowly dragging about a vague resolution of where he was. Dim as his capacity found itself, the sharp pain within his leg ruptured once more as the shade returned, seemingly intent upon harvesting his ability to walk, and thus escape. Kinali fought against the howl of agony, unable to abide it any longer of which he was certain resonated against the tree he was lying against. And then the pain qualmed…somewhat. Or at least as much as it was likely able, his leg not as…detached, as he had predicted.

Whatever plot this cruel interloper was up to, it clearly had plans for him. The tongues spoke in a masculine tone — was it safe to call the demon a ‘he’, or would that have been too much presumption? Within whatever process his own organs found the ability to restore blood flow, Kinali could barely grasp the sensation of his memory slithering in towards his forefront. “Sid’nis,” he spoke, unable to remember exactly what it meant, or why he’d said it exactly. Only that it was important. Was that where he was? Perhaps it was who he came with? “Alive?” the smith implied, his own voice not quite dedicative of whether it had been a question…or a statement.
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Mon Mar 13, 2017 8:00 pm

"Inakil."

Sid'nis thankfully knew who Inakil was, though it wouldn't have mattered if he didn't. Kinali spoke, he was responding, that was all that mattered. Most people as injured as Kinali was grasped to those they loved and knew the best. "That's right, Kinali. Inakil is waiting for you to get back. You don't want to let him down, right? So you gotta pull yourself back, alright. I know everything hurts, but pain is a good thing. It means you're alive. Inakil would want to you stay alive too, right?" He wasn't sure how Kinali knew Inakil, but if he wasn't in such a panic at the situation he would have realized there was a familiar look that they shared. Sid knew Inakil because of the creche. That was where they had first met and generally where he talked to the rose handler since his duty was to guard the creche.

“Box and ezob.”

While it seemed as if most of Kinali's injuries were on his front, Sid still took the time to move the candidate so he could see if there was any injuries on his back that needed addressed. Thank Faranth there wasn't. "Yes, yes...we came here to pick those. It doesn't matter now, though. Don't worry about them. We can always get more later. What is important is getting you out of here now." Sid went about quickly getting the splint onto his leg. He needed to save the bandages in his first aid kit for their wounds, so instead he took off his shredded tunic and began to tear it into strips. He still had a tank on underneath, but it too was shredded from feline claws.

"Sid'nis. Alive?"

Sid smiled widely as it seemed like Kinali was starting to come around more. "That's right. It's me, Sid'nis. I'm the asshole that got you attacked by a feline." He joked lightly as he made sure the splint was going to do a proper job before he grabbed his canteen. "Yes, you're alive. I'm alive, Iolith is alive. Here...take a drink if you can." Sid'nis cradled his neck as he brought the canteen up to his lips and tipped it slowly so he wouldn't accidentally make him choke if he couldn't swallow well just yet. "The feline is dead, but Iolith's wing is a mess...he won't be flying us out of here and it's not a good idea to move you too much yet anyways." He tore another piece of his tunic and poured water on it so he could start cleaning Kinali up a little more. "Once you come around more I'm going to try and find a place for us to hole up in until people come for us."

That in itself was going to be tricky. He'd left his pets at home, not wanting to have to deal with them so it wasn't as if he could send one back to the weyr. Iolith could call for someone, but they were just far enough outside of the weyr that no one would hear him. The blue also couldn't fly...so Sid really wasn't too sure how he was going to get help to them. He'd worry about that when he wasn't worried that Kinali was going to die on him.
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No longer overwhelmed by the urge to roll over and submit, Kinali could perceive the nipping air that tore at his insides, permeating throughout his lungs and restoring a glimpse of life to his previously cold form. It burned, hellishly so, but he gathered the sense that any feeling at all was still a sign that some thread of him clung to life by whatever death-defying stunts it could muster. And the demon continued to shriek, ever vaguely becoming a tangible sense more comprehendible; words largely made into rhetoric nonsense, but he did cling to something that was recognizable: Inakil. The shade from the veil beyond knew it. Him — it knew him, and although it was indiscernible why that was very much a forefront item to remember, the candidate knew it was important to not let go.

With the applied herbage beginning to affect its toll, his chest grew numb, thankful that the pasty substance had taken precedence over a simplified poultice. How he could even recollect or distinguish between the two, the young man didn’t recollect, but the sensation was enough to be immensely grateful for. Kinali’s insides gorged over the molten sludge the sloshed about his veins, some of it since having spilled over into his organs but eventually pacifying. His body thankful for the assistance, it gradually began to restore the bare necessities of ‘normal’ life sustenance. A rush of fresh blood swept through his extremities, once more restoring any sense of feeling to them, and pacifying his nerves, quickly thereafter accompanied by a nominal sense of awareness.

Eyes still quite blurry, the lad was only soothed by the fact that he could at the very least utilize his peripherals and sense of touch once more. Coughing up one final spew of blood to the side, he excreted the vile substance and leaned back to support his weight against the tree he’d been nestled against. “Pretty flowers in the sky,” he muttered, his vision focused upwards in attempt to normalize itself, “Wander down, so blue not cry.” Blinking, he effected a shift to once more attempt to hone his vision towards the lump of a blue hill that had began to materialize into something far more lively — a creature, though not an immediately distinguishable one.

Groaning, he laid down onto the cool earth, easing away any further pain and quite content not to move from his spot. “Rider?” Kinali inquired, not entirely certain if the statement was rhetoric or searching for his partner’s whereabouts as he vaguely came to.
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