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 Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 3:53 pm
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 → centaur | forbidden forest at hogwarts | scotland →
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Hadar chose to remain with the male centaurs as Sagittarius and Imara bolted into the castle. He hadn't ventured on to official Hogwarts grounds in years, and while overall the setting seemed familiar as he looked around, he could tell that many things had changed. The students, most of all: they carried themselves differently than before. These were not children that had been forged in a time of danger and war.
All this, Hadar picked up as his grip tightened on his bow. Being here on human-claimed territory would have made his skin prickle in mingled anger and anxiety even under normal circumstances.
Another cry from Lord Ammar. Hadar could barely look directly at him at this point - out of respect, of course, to pretend he didn't notice his lord's suffering, his worsening condition. Centaurs were not particularly comforting beings; they staked their lives on their pride. Which was why no one ever treated Hadar differently just because of his permanently crippled leg, or even expected him to do less because of it - and which was precisely why Hadar would always accord the others the same respect.
The return of Sagittarius, along with her promise of help, came as a relief.
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The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing. |
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Posted: Thu Dec 13, 2012 5:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:41 pm
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”Once an heir, now a leader. I only hope I can do as well as my father wanted...”
Ammar tried to detest, but found that he could not formulate words, or thoughts, for that matter. His head was heavy and foggy. He felt as though he was under water; everything sounded distant and muffled. The cold took him roughly, and he coughed.
A stone-like object was put into his mouth and he struggled to swallow it. It slowly rolled down his throat, setting it on fire. He felt it slide all the way down his esophagus, setting fire to every nerve it touched. His shaking became even more uncontrollable as the stone hit his stomach. He moaned through the chattering.
Then a vial was pushed towards him and he reeled backward, losing his balance and leaning heavily on Serallius. His front legs lifted from the ground a few inches as he attempted to stabilize himself. Everything happened in slow motion. His head became dizzier than before, and the next thing he knew was he was lying on the ground in agony. The wound still oozing out a good amount of blood. It was discolored, verging on an infection. He lashed out his hooves in pain and slammed his hand down on the grass, grabbing a good amount in his fist.
He just wanted it all to end. He clenched his teeth as the pain soared from his shoulder through the rest of his body. Everything burned and threatened to stop.  |
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 1:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 2:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 6:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 10:19 am
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”Once an heir, now a leader. I only hope I can do as well as my father wanted...”
The centaur had no choice but to drink the antidote. It hurt going down, but left a feeling of numbness on his tongue and throat. The fire was beginning to cool, and he let out a small sigh of relief. Despite the ease of pain, he was still in a lot of it. It wasn't simply "cured" that quickly. He understood that it would take some time before the pain would go away, but at least the antidote took some of the edge of already.
He stopped chattering long enough to manage, "No," Ammar chattered a bit more then added, "Imara."
The words were as strong as his weak body could manage. He simply wanted Imara to stay with him. She could learn about how the wizardfolk heal others with herbs. It would benefit the herd and he knew that she would find it fascinating. There was also the fear of being left alone, and Ammar didn't want to be alone with wizards that he couldn't trust. They could be greedy, and take things from his body while he was unconscious. With someone there in full health, that was less likely to happen.
He tried to move, but found that even his joints hurt. Nothing wanted to cooperate with him right now. So, he laid there chattering his teeth and shivering instead. He could feel some of the influence of the antidote, but it was small and slow. Torture. That's what it was, he decided. And he wasn't even thinking yet of how he was going to break the spider in half for what he had done.
That would come later, Ammar thought angrily. |
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 10:56 am
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 Isn't anyone tryin to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
⇜ Ῐϻᾰɍᾰ ⇝
↲ Ȼentaur Ϣarrior ↳
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Imara nodded to Lukas. He was right about Ammar needing rest and observing, but she didn't want him to stay in the castle. He needed to stay in the forest, where he belonged, with his herd. She fared pretty well with herbs and healing herself, so she was sure that she could take care of him. Her leader swallowed the antidote, but appeared to have much more pain to get rid of. His trembling voice brought her back to reality and out of her stream of thoughts. Out of all the others there, he wanted her to stay with him. A small smile formed on her lips as she positioned herself on the ground next to him. "I'm not going anywhere. Just rest and get better, okay? We need you as our leader, Ammar. So don't you quit on us now." she said in a soft tone, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Making others feel better was one thing she was kind of good at. It was part of her healing talents, she guessed. She had to heal not only someone's physical wounds, but their emotional and even their mental wounds as well.
{OOC: Sucky, pain meds, sleepy post. XP}
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
Ȼurrent Ƚocation ↭ A garden of some kind
Ӻriend or Ӻoe ↭ Some of the herd and a few humans
Ῐnner Ҭhoughts ↭ I'll always be here for him
Won't you take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you |
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 5:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2012 10:38 pm
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 ❧Current Location: A garden of some sort.
❧Friend or Foe: The warriors and a human healer.
❧Inner Thoughts: I hope he heals quickly.
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace;
Imara said nothing more. Ammar's nod told her that he had heard and understood her words. Plus, he soon after fell asleep. She sighed, but smiled all the same. She could tell he was dreaming by the way his eyes moved under his eyelids. Was it a pleasant dream? She hoped so. When one was under so much pain, the only escape can sometimes be their dreams. His body still shivered due to his fever, trembling and shaking like the last leaf on the trees. It pained her to see him suffer, but what could she do? He had taken the antidote, and all that was left to do was wait and see what happened. Imara turned her head away from the sleeping centaur leader and faced the wizard healer. "Sir Lukas, if it would not trouble you too much, could I ask that you take a look at Sagi's injuries? She was knocked unconscious by the spider, and hit her head pretty hard." she said in hushed tones, as to not wake Ammar. Though, she figured he would not wake up even if the sky was falling on top of them.
{OOC:}
But an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent. |
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 5:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 5:57 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2012 6:11 pm
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 ❋ Sagittarius ❋
Centaur _________
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By the time Ammar was treated and out of the critical condition zone, Sagittarius had already collapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. She laid there in the grass, simply listening to the chatter and feeling the wind against her skin. Her moment of tranquility was interrupted though, as Lukas Brighton inquired about her earlier injury.
"I'm fine," she stated firmly. "Just tired." She sat up, not wanting any ants of tiny creatures get into her perfectly groomed hair. "But it hurts to touch," Sagi said, pointing at where she had hit her head.
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❝ My heart, my mind,
Independent,
Strong.
Unyielding,
I am my own.❞ |
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