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Apathan [Foolish Fran]
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Date Posted: 10:08:22 12/27/02 Fri
[Mmkay, start off with lil' ol' me... I disappeared due to Christmas and then a sleepover, that's basically it. The end, woohoo! Apologies!]
The leanly-muscled bay turns his sardonic gaze to his old black friend. "Oh, little Mally, do you have an owwy boo-boo?" His deep dark eyes sparkle with mirth and the knowledge that the King was no more than a year or two his junior... though admittedly the black wore his years with rather more grace. He turns to survey the walking wounded. "So... the noble residents of Evil Valley reduced to the level of rowdy brawls?" He clicks his tongue. "Tut tut, fellows... I seem to have my work cut out for me today." His manner appears humorous and easy-going; very different from the Apathan that joined in a cloud of sneaks all those years ago. And yet he doesn't seem to mind. He has been Apathan the trouble-maker, Apathan the leader, Apathan the inspired, Apathan the mate, the father, the grandfather and the friend. Apathan the healer seems a suitable next step on the road of his life. Once he delighted in destruction, now he seeks to repair. Seems fair enough... he contemplates. Of course there is still the warrior side in him; it is in his blood, the desire to lead, to command, to be on the front line. That much will not disappear regardless of age or indeed anything else.
But now he is the Healer, the guide, the watcher. Do the job that's in front of you. That's not his motto, but it will work for now.
With a knowledgeable eye he surveys the injured Frozen Dreams. To his curt request for healing he receives no response; Apathan does not appreciate impoliteness, but nor does he particularly care. Reaching down with his long and slender muzzle, he places his nose at the point of the break and closes his eyes.
Entering the world beyond the normal, the physical. The spiritual is more like it. Down inside of himself, reaching, reaching, seeking and finding: a pure white glow is how his Power is represented to the eye of the mind. Taking hold of it, he draws the energy out from deep inside him where it originates, out along his neck, through his velvet nose and into the wounded leg. Immediately he feels the hot red glow of Frozen Dream's pain- this is a bad break. The first thing he does is he uses the energy to dissolve the splinters of broken bone back into usable compounds which return to the stallion's bloodstream. Next, he tweaks a few nerves that cause the patient to move to a better position for the task at hand. Reaching down into the bone, down through into the living marrow, he simply speeds up and guides the natural processes. Inside the patient's leg, the bone regrows at an alarming pace, aided by the glowing white light visible only to magicians and others possessing the power to Heal. Swiftly the broken limb knits together, and Apathan restores the bloodflow carefully, repairing any necessary veins, arteries and delicate capillaries. With that, the Healer withdraws his Gift from the now-repaired limb... and returns to normal consciousness.
"Whew," he says, partly to himself as he opens his eyes and catches his breath. "That was a nasty break, Frozen Dreams. I hope that didn't hurt too much but I'm afraid with all these others to heal I couldn't waste energy on dulling the surrounding nerves." He turns to the other injured equines. "Folks, I'll need a few minutes to recover. That was a tough one and my energy's not precisely unlimited."
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