Post by Oliver on Sept 7, 2007 17:20:29 GMT -5
The healer’s hands glowed a soft blue, her chest a fiery red. The wound upon the rebel’s torso was deep, quickly leaking a dark crimson liquid. His life was pouring from the deep slash the healer had rested her gentle hands upon and began to focus on healing. Shallow breaths and quiet mumbling escaped her lips as her gift slowly worked on healing his flesh. She could feel his quivering breaths beneath her palm.
All the while her heart was struggling. The red light of the procul viscus, cast upon her by tall man several yards away clad in a trench coat, was weakening it’s target. The dangerous spell caused the vital organ to go haywire. It raced, skipped, spasmed within her chest, beating against her ribs painfully.
A gasp came from the healer but she quickly remained focused, ignoring the pain of her faltering heart. She couldn’t defend herself, she couldn’t stop what she was doing. Dio wouldn’t last if she didn’t heal the wound now. If she saved her own life, he would lose his own. She had made the choice to save him without hesitation. Dio would be gone, his soul would depart the world and would not return. The same could not be said for her own.
“J.. Janai..” Dio muttered.
His eyes were opening slightly to look at her, his breathing becoming steadier. The blood flow was slowing, soon coming to a stop. Janai grimaced, her eyes closing tightly a moment as she continued despite her unstable pulse. She could barely breath, but she continued.
Dio’s hazel eyes gazed at her only a moment before they spotted the red of the viscus. The disorientation of his wounds vanished quickly as he forced himself to be alert. His face hardened as he quickly began to sit up, pushing the healer’s hands from his body. He struggled to his feet, mumbling angry currents of words, stringing them together to form spells and direct them to the clansmen.
Janai gasped again. Her hands went out to catch herself as she started to fall forward slightly. She was unable to try to turn her head to look up and see what Dio was doing. She could feel the strained beating in her chest. The pulsing muscle was weak now, struggling.. Skipping.. Slowing... The pain from the viscus seemed to be stopping, but that did nothing for her condition. Slowly her body sunk lower to the ground. Her eyes closing some.
How many times had it been now? How many times had she felt herself slip away from life? She probably should have been used to it by now, but it still felt so strange.
Kija... She called out with her mind, knowing her old friend was close by. Something inside her told her Kija was there somewhere, most likely watching.
..Yes?... The reply was quiet and came after an interval of a few seconds.
Janai heard it through the darkness and clouding of her mind. She’d been right, Kija was there, and she spoke to her quickly. She needed a new body to house her soul and she needed Kija to find it for her. Normally she would inhabit the body of an unborn child, one in which had yet to develop a conscience, but with the bishi so close to returning she would not have the time to grow in the body. She needed an already grown body, one that would be useful, however, she refused to steal the body of another being and force them to be a prisoner within themself or lay dormant in a body that was rightfully theirs. On the contrary, she needed Kija to find a vessel where the soul had recently departed. She needed Kija to revive the body and place her soul within it to inhabit.
Preferably... a panther demon... She added quietly as she felt her heart’s dull throb slow more. She was aware of someone calling the name ‘Janai’ from a distant place, but she payed little attention to it now, the name would cease to be hers very soon.
As the quivering of her heart beat died away, she felt the feeling of her soul leaving her body. She knew it was Kija’s doing. Kija would find her a new body, just as she’d asked her to. Her friend would not fail her.
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Soon enough, Kija’s voice contacted her clearly. I have found a body for you, Dai-Saji. It is a panther demon like you want. It will take a moment to heal and revive the body...
Dai-Saji. An old name, if not the oldest of the names she had been called. Translating to ‘Dark Eyes’ in kilate, she felt it fit her rather well for several reasons. One of which being her ability to see within the souls of others, which was not always a likeable ability. It could be a dark power, and because her eyes could see within another’s and read them like a book, she found it was indeed quite fitting.
She waited patiently until she felt her soul entering a new source of containment. She was aware she was in a body again, with limbs to move though for now they were weak. The body was healed and once again functioning, but it needed to regain it’s strength. Slowly she opened her new eyes, peering up at the halfbreed fox demon that was Kija.
“..Fweet...” Dai-Saji said quietly, uttering the word of thanks in Kilate.
Kija nodded slightly. “I do not understand why you get so involved.” She said in a simple tone.
Dai-Saji turned her head and looked at Kija some with a bit of a sad expression, “I can not feel the indifference you do, Kija.”
The halfbreed only looked at her silently for a bit before yet again nodding slightly. She turned and in a moment was gone, leaving Dai-Saji to herself. The newly awakened panther demon sighed a bit, pushing herself up. This body was tired, she needed a place to rest it for a little and eating afterwards would most likely be a good idea as well. Slowly, she looked around, finding herself standing amidst a scene of slaughter, but she payed little attention for now as she found herself a spot to rest out of view.
A new name was needed. Her thoughts turned to this as she lay in her hiding spot and closed her eyes, letting her new body recuperate as her mind wandered. She could not stay with Janai, Janai was dead, gone. The name must die with the body, though this saddened her as she reflected upon those she had known as Janai. She thought of the boy she had cared for. Now he had lost her twice, and she knew it would hurt him deeply. She was sorry for this, but she had promised him she would be back and she would, she had never said she would be in that same form. The reflections and memories distracted her in finding a name for now as she lost herself within them.
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All the while her heart was struggling. The red light of the procul viscus, cast upon her by tall man several yards away clad in a trench coat, was weakening it’s target. The dangerous spell caused the vital organ to go haywire. It raced, skipped, spasmed within her chest, beating against her ribs painfully.
A gasp came from the healer but she quickly remained focused, ignoring the pain of her faltering heart. She couldn’t defend herself, she couldn’t stop what she was doing. Dio wouldn’t last if she didn’t heal the wound now. If she saved her own life, he would lose his own. She had made the choice to save him without hesitation. Dio would be gone, his soul would depart the world and would not return. The same could not be said for her own.
“J.. Janai..” Dio muttered.
His eyes were opening slightly to look at her, his breathing becoming steadier. The blood flow was slowing, soon coming to a stop. Janai grimaced, her eyes closing tightly a moment as she continued despite her unstable pulse. She could barely breath, but she continued.
Dio’s hazel eyes gazed at her only a moment before they spotted the red of the viscus. The disorientation of his wounds vanished quickly as he forced himself to be alert. His face hardened as he quickly began to sit up, pushing the healer’s hands from his body. He struggled to his feet, mumbling angry currents of words, stringing them together to form spells and direct them to the clansmen.
Janai gasped again. Her hands went out to catch herself as she started to fall forward slightly. She was unable to try to turn her head to look up and see what Dio was doing. She could feel the strained beating in her chest. The pulsing muscle was weak now, struggling.. Skipping.. Slowing... The pain from the viscus seemed to be stopping, but that did nothing for her condition. Slowly her body sunk lower to the ground. Her eyes closing some.
How many times had it been now? How many times had she felt herself slip away from life? She probably should have been used to it by now, but it still felt so strange.
Kija... She called out with her mind, knowing her old friend was close by. Something inside her told her Kija was there somewhere, most likely watching.
..Yes?... The reply was quiet and came after an interval of a few seconds.
Janai heard it through the darkness and clouding of her mind. She’d been right, Kija was there, and she spoke to her quickly. She needed a new body to house her soul and she needed Kija to find it for her. Normally she would inhabit the body of an unborn child, one in which had yet to develop a conscience, but with the bishi so close to returning she would not have the time to grow in the body. She needed an already grown body, one that would be useful, however, she refused to steal the body of another being and force them to be a prisoner within themself or lay dormant in a body that was rightfully theirs. On the contrary, she needed Kija to find a vessel where the soul had recently departed. She needed Kija to revive the body and place her soul within it to inhabit.
Preferably... a panther demon... She added quietly as she felt her heart’s dull throb slow more. She was aware of someone calling the name ‘Janai’ from a distant place, but she payed little attention to it now, the name would cease to be hers very soon.
As the quivering of her heart beat died away, she felt the feeling of her soul leaving her body. She knew it was Kija’s doing. Kija would find her a new body, just as she’d asked her to. Her friend would not fail her.
* * * * * * * * * *
Soon enough, Kija’s voice contacted her clearly. I have found a body for you, Dai-Saji. It is a panther demon like you want. It will take a moment to heal and revive the body...
Dai-Saji. An old name, if not the oldest of the names she had been called. Translating to ‘Dark Eyes’ in kilate, she felt it fit her rather well for several reasons. One of which being her ability to see within the souls of others, which was not always a likeable ability. It could be a dark power, and because her eyes could see within another’s and read them like a book, she found it was indeed quite fitting.
She waited patiently until she felt her soul entering a new source of containment. She was aware she was in a body again, with limbs to move though for now they were weak. The body was healed and once again functioning, but it needed to regain it’s strength. Slowly she opened her new eyes, peering up at the halfbreed fox demon that was Kija.
“..Fweet...” Dai-Saji said quietly, uttering the word of thanks in Kilate.
Kija nodded slightly. “I do not understand why you get so involved.” She said in a simple tone.
Dai-Saji turned her head and looked at Kija some with a bit of a sad expression, “I can not feel the indifference you do, Kija.”
The halfbreed only looked at her silently for a bit before yet again nodding slightly. She turned and in a moment was gone, leaving Dai-Saji to herself. The newly awakened panther demon sighed a bit, pushing herself up. This body was tired, she needed a place to rest it for a little and eating afterwards would most likely be a good idea as well. Slowly, she looked around, finding herself standing amidst a scene of slaughter, but she payed little attention for now as she found herself a spot to rest out of view.
A new name was needed. Her thoughts turned to this as she lay in her hiding spot and closed her eyes, letting her new body recuperate as her mind wandered. She could not stay with Janai, Janai was dead, gone. The name must die with the body, though this saddened her as she reflected upon those she had known as Janai. She thought of the boy she had cared for. Now he had lost her twice, and she knew it would hurt him deeply. She was sorry for this, but she had promised him she would be back and she would, she had never said she would be in that same form. The reflections and memories distracted her in finding a name for now as she lost herself within them.
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