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Subject: He WhO iS bRoKeN

Author:
Chrestomanci

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Date Posted: 15:59:49 10/20/03 Mon

No one saw him, and for that he was glad. He was exiting Windris' home for the second time, having entered when no one knew where he had gone. The brute had curled up on her bed and allowed himself then to sleep, oddly comforted by her home itself. He hobbled from it and opened his wasted pinions to leap from the high-up vantage point. He thudded against the earth, cursing as he went down on his knees and was not able to avoid a mouthful of sand that followed. Damn, he must be a sight.
Tired again, he curled up right there in the sand, pulling up his hood to shield his facade from the sun. He hesitantly called out with his mind for a solitary figure.

Windris?

He didn't know why he called her. She was the only one he would ever admit his pains to. They were bonded, it had to be admited, and this kept him struggling for life.
His emaciated body trembled with cold, even in the intense heat. He licked his chapped lips, his thin fingers fruitlessly attempting to pull his cloak more tightly about him.
He was getting worse.
He had known it as soon as he had awoken. He was freezing, and he could move only a few feet before collapsing.
Chres called for Windris again, more urgently- suddenly needing her calming presence there.
He was frightened, his body was rebelling against him. He thrashed in a sudden siezure, realizing that they were becoming more brutal. He whimpered and curled into a fetal position, his chest heaving violently.

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[> Subject: <^>Wings of War<^>

Author:
Windris
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Date Posted: 21:00:46 10/20/03 Mon

The winged femme searched over the Sands rather desperately. She had heard his call. She was sure she had heard him say her name twice. She couldn't have been wrong. And she'd felt his pain, could still feel it. She felt like she was slowly dying in the most horrible way. It was getting harder and harder for her to fly. Navy ooids focused upon a figure not far outside the cliff leading from her cavern and she frowned. Chres? Wings were tucked in closer to her sides, the minx gliding quickly towards the ground. Booted feet landed beside the cloaked figure in the sand, the minx falling to her knees when she felt another strong pain grip her. It was Chres. Kneeling over him, slender fingers touched the edge of the hood he had pulled over his head. She hesitated for a moment before pulling it back...and she couldn't help but gasp.

Chres...

Tears formed in her eyes as she gazed upon his wasted facade. He looked like Death. She hated it. It only reminded her of what it would be like to lose him. Her hand shook as she brush a stray lock of hair out of his face, a tear rolling down her cheek as the wind tossed about her strawberry blonde hair.

Chres, I'm here now. It's okay.

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[> [> Subject: pAiN

Author:
Chres
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Date Posted: 18:56:20 10/22/03 Wed

Chrestomanci focused on her facade, his eyes welling with tears that he would not shed. He clung to one of her hands, very much aware of the veins in which blood traveled. He pressed his lips to that hand- very much wishing that if he drank from her it would not torment him as if poisoned. Yet, he knew it would. He found himself pressing against her warmth. If he hadn't been sick he would never had been this close to her.
Windris
He mumbled, still holding onto her hand. He held it close to his facade- reveling at the soft skin so unlike his own wretched flesh. He did not meet her eyes though, embarassed she should see him as such a whithered creature. He somewhat loathed the fact that he had never allowed himself to care about the Death Angel. Well, he contradicted himself, he had- but he was not a lovesick creature of any kind.
The Wraith drew in a rasping breath and muttered-
You're hurting..
He knew it, he could feel it. He could never deny their connection. The Wraith could no longer think of the anger he felt about Rainr, all he wanted was someone to comfort him. And Windris was the only one he knew who could do that.

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[> [> [> Subject: <^>Wings of War<^>

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Windris
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Date Posted: 23:27:04 10/22/03 Wed

She scooted closer to him on her knees, pulling him up from the sand and into her arms. Long, soft arms wrapped about his back, a hand pressing his head to her chest, right over her raging heart. She was so afraid to lose him. Another tear slipped down her cheek, landing softly in his hair. Slender fingers threaded through his hair as the femme listend to his words, and thoughts, and thought them over.

Don't be embarressed, you have no reason to be. This is not your doing, this is Lethe's. As for my hurting, yes I hurt, I won't lie to you. But I merely hurt because you do. I feel your pain but in a less devastating manner.

Soft lips pressed against his forehead, a loving kiss placed there...one full of hope. Hope was all she had left right now. She could smell the death on him and it scared her. She could only keep him going for so long. Her power over life and death was most likely what was keeping him going. He drew on her power just as she felt his pain.

I would comfort you if I knew how Chres, but I'm not really sure what I can do. However, I do believe you would be better off in my cavern than rolling around here in the sand.

Without waiting for his conformation of her concern for him, she moved her arms, one wrapping more securely about his back, the other sliding under his wasted legs. She stood, lifting him fairly easily since there wasn't much left to him. Spreading her wings, she crouched and leapt into the air, heading towards her cavern...

((OOC: Meet me there...))

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