Post by Admin on Sept 20, 2013 22:27:01 GMT -6
Minutes turned to hours as the demons body grew cold on the stone table. Normally the process of returning her life to her happened quickly. Though, circumstances were a little different here, in a room that was so saturated with the white light. Her channel, now gripped in her still hand, pulsed with energy, trying desperately to draw the demons spirit back into her body.
Slowly, all of the wounds she had sustained began to heal. Her damaged body knitting back together and the life poured back into her. Not minutes later Des woke with a start, gasping a breath. In a cold sweat and breathing hard she eyes wildly darted around the room before she was finally able to orient herself and remember what had happened.
Mulds had killed her....The white Lady had made a desperate attempt to save her....But what had happened after that? She was no longer chained.... instead she lay once again on the stone table. Someone had attempted to repair her clothing, although a small amount of blood still stained her shirt. Did that mean that Lady Kirsten somehow won? The notion both baffled and angered her. If she could not beat the wolf in combat how could the half elven healer?
Lifting the stone which she realized was for some reason gripped in her hand, the demon studied it. Oh, how brilliant the magic was. Almost sentient. She felt that she should almost thank it.
Dropping the string around her neck, the demon slid off of the table before walking again to the corner. Even though she had spent the last however many hours dead, that didn't stop the exhaustion from taking hold. Dropping to the ground, Des curled up much like a cat, wrapping her wing protectively around herself. She didn't feel entirely safe in this room, but that didn't stop her from drifting into sleep.
Slowly, all of the wounds she had sustained began to heal. Her damaged body knitting back together and the life poured back into her. Not minutes later Des woke with a start, gasping a breath. In a cold sweat and breathing hard she eyes wildly darted around the room before she was finally able to orient herself and remember what had happened.
Mulds had killed her....The white Lady had made a desperate attempt to save her....But what had happened after that? She was no longer chained.... instead she lay once again on the stone table. Someone had attempted to repair her clothing, although a small amount of blood still stained her shirt. Did that mean that Lady Kirsten somehow won? The notion both baffled and angered her. If she could not beat the wolf in combat how could the half elven healer?
Lifting the stone which she realized was for some reason gripped in her hand, the demon studied it. Oh, how brilliant the magic was. Almost sentient. She felt that she should almost thank it.
Dropping the string around her neck, the demon slid off of the table before walking again to the corner. Even though she had spent the last however many hours dead, that didn't stop the exhaustion from taking hold. Dropping to the ground, Des curled up much like a cat, wrapping her wing protectively around herself. She didn't feel entirely safe in this room, but that didn't stop her from drifting into sleep.