Author: Zehrili, Posted: Mon Feb 17, 2020 2:41 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

A small smile appeared on her face after he finished speaking, causing him to smile as well. She then asked if they wanted to sit or her use his other hand, and he just opted to sit down upon the dry grass crossing his legs and keeping the arm out that she was working on. The alcohol that was upon his skin still stung when it entered the wounds. His eyes narrows, as he kept them on her as she suddenly had a coughing fit. She had seemed fine just recently, perhaps something just got stuck in the back of the throat.

She put a few drops of each fluid on her fingers before she slowly worked them around the wounds on his arm. She explained as she treated the wounds, and he just let the information sink in as he watched her fingers work. He could tell she had skill and the knowledge, and just seeing her soft hands work just affirmed that deep in his mind. Her fingers dried up from the oils before and she reapplied them before working the other punctures in his arm. She should really find her calling as a healer, those skeptical would be easily swayed the wyvern thought.

Short lived his amazement was as she started to say that her breathing was becoming painful. He sat up more, as if to bound to his feet at any minute. She continued to work and explain what was going on as she finished wrapping the wound up. He could tell that she was breathing faster, as her chest was moving quicker and the breaths she took were shallow. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began to fall forward. Instinctive reaction took place, as he caught her in his arms. He held her up by her shoulder and placed his palm on her forehead. She was burning up. Was the pneumonia setting in this fast? Could it have been exasperated from the usage of magic?

”I’m sorry but I need to take you to the clan, I can’t have you use magic any more and there is only one way to get there quickly.” He turned to wrap her arms around his neck, he looked down at the bandaged arm, already it would be torn. His body started to change, as his light arid weather clothing seemed to fuse to his skin as dark slate colored scales appeared. His eyes shifted to slit like pupils and a thin membrane between his fingers as they elongated to wings. ”Grab a hold, as tight as you can.” His voice getting deeper and deeper as his shifting to his wyvern from was complete. A quick push of his wings sent him to the air and he lowered softly above her Mikhail before taking him gently into a claw.

There was no more time to waste, he couldn’t have her die here.

Author: Raziel, Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2020 10:03 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

Her head rotated from side to side at his comment being cut off with a hiss, fighting to keep a knowing smile off her face. When the cleansing was done, the bottle easily closed and replaced in her bag, Raziel rummaged through it, fingers sliding over different bottles and their symbols before pulling two vials out. Zehrili’s next words were quite abrupt, the angel stiffened until he elaborated on his answer to a previous question that was left unaddressed. She smiled at the thought, took a deep breath to say something and winced as she realized her chest was beginning to hurt.

"Either we sit, or I use your other hand,” she said instead. He opted to sit, which was probably more of a relief than anything else. Raziel positioned herself near him, placing the vials on her thigh after a random coughing fit subsided. Her thumb would run over the side before picking one up, still sampling its scent before dispensing a couple of drops onto her fingers. When she had done the same with both oils, the angel began rubbing it gently around each puncture. ”The clove will reduce the pain, while the chamomile will reduce the inflammation. The alcohol earlier should prevent it from getting any worse.” When her fingers became dry, she applied more droplets from each bottle with the same steps as before.

”It hurts to breathe, Zehrili…” Raziel began softly as she worked, not really enjoying the thought that she had to consider herself a patient. Could an assassin do anything to help her? Would he know what to grab from her pack even if she directed him? ”My lungs still burn.” Once more, her hands disappeared into her bag to return the vials, withdrawing with more cotton which she used to bandage his arm. ”I think I’m beginning to breathe faster…” She refused to say “I feel unwell”, as that was far too vague. Deft fingers tied the cotton off, allowing her hands to fall idle in her lap, her eyes closing as she felt her head tilt forward.

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Sun Feb 16, 2020 9:15 AM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

Zehrili was glad that alligators were not the chewing type, but still the damage their powerful jaws was intense that much was for sure. He was just glad that the bone was not broken as well, flesh wounds can heal far faster. Blood dripped from his fingertips as Raziel let out a defeated statement about not using magic, and then started to draw a magical circle in the air before her. It opened up a gate to a different location. Far more convenient than staying here, especially if there was one gator, there probably was another.

Well he wasn’t going to not take the portal, she had opened it for them to take. Without hesitation he made his way and was first to cross the event horizon before landing on the other side. Immediately he could tell they were near the savanna that Raziel was trying to get to by the ground, it didn’t sink beneath his step so the dirt was dried, the air was drier as well which would help Raziel out. Speaking of which, he looked back to see her step through followed by the small wolf which let her know to close the portal.

He should apologize, if she didn’t want to use magic there must have been a reason for it. He opened his mouth to do just that, but was met with a raised open palm before she requested his arm. He let go of the wound and held out the damaged arm for her, her small little movement made it clear that no arguing was to be had. Her fingers gently worked their way around the lacerations, a small click escaped her lips as she dug into the bag for something. She warned him it was going to sting, ”I doubt it could be worse tha–” His words cut off by a sharp intake of air through his teeth as the liquid touched the open wounds. ”Then an alligator bite.” He finished the thought, obviously wrong.

He let her continue to treat the wound, and watching her work allowed him to get the answer to a question she asked earlier. ”Yes I would,” he said suddenly, probably confusing the woman. ”You don’t need sight to heal, there are other factors…other things that you can see that others can’t. So yes I would allow you to perform surgeries on me if needed.”

Author: Raziel, Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2020 10:29 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

Mikhail growled as he went on the defensive, Zehrili yelling out the cause of the commotion. She could hear the gator approach, the wyvern moved before her, Mikhail bounding forward. The alligator snapped, Zehrili sounded like he was in pain. Raziel stepped back, terrified about the fight. She needed to help them! Her hand clasped around her wyvern pendant from Ian.

Should she use it? How would Zehrili react to her suddenly having sight? The timber wolf snipped and bit at the attacker with growls and barks. A scrape of metal being pulled from a scabbard, the alligator giving a very unhappy sound of pain. Zehrili must have stabbed him. But he was still hurt! Raziel bit her lip. If she did have her sight, what would she do? She didn't know how to fight. Surely, she would just get in the way. Was the alligator slowing down? There was another growl nearby as first stopped making noises.

"Damn. So much for not using magic today." Raziel straightened, lifted her hand to draw a large circle before her with a symbol in the middle. With a sharp whistle, Mikhail slowly came, keeping himself between the new threat and the angel. After Zehrili stepped through the portal, Raziel immediately behind him, Mikhail jumped through and pressed his nose against her hand to signal the safe closing of the portal. For a moment, she stood there, her arms crossed as she glared where the portal was moments before.

The air was considerably warmer and drier. There was grass beneath their feet, the marshes still nearby but they were closer to the savannah than they were previously. Raziel sighed, gave a slight cough before turning to Zehrili, a hand held out, palm up. Her voice left no room for argument. "Let me see it. Come on, the wound." When she was given his arm, her fingers gently probed the wound. She clicked her tongue. One hand reached into her bag to retrieve a bottle. Raziel was able to open it single handedly. "This is going to sting," she warned before pouring the clear alcohol on his arm.

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2020 9:59 AM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

He laughed as she started to explain that Ensarrian had done the same. ”There seems to be a common theme here. Being more open to their hearts would make things easier in the first place if I had to say,” Zehrili joked around as he slowly guided her through the roots that erupted through the ground. He had to admit to himself, it was impressive how she had managed to guide herself through these lands until the river decided to show her otherwise. ”I do agree about the woman though. Being so alone in the world doesn't do anyone any good. I am sure she could find a few in the clan to talk to.”

Silence befell the two of them as they continued their journey. He acted as her eyes until they reached another river crossing. He had forgotten how many rivers there were in this area. ”Only thing to the south of us is the Ocean..I don’t think you would find anything you want down there. To the savannah sounds like it would yield better.” He agreed with her conclusion. Then a loud, very deep, throaty hiss rang out through the air. Zehrili knew exactly what that sound was. ”Alligator!,” He yelled out to warn Raziel.

It approached down from the river, using the downstream flow to increase its speed as it went to land, its wide jaws open ready to snap down on anything. He then quickly glanced over at Raziel, her small stature and wings probably made it think she was a large bird that it could feast on. Quickly he moved between the angel and the reptile and held out his arm to block them. Instantly the jaws snapped down and locked, Zehrili let out an audible growl of pain. He needed to act fast from this point, as if Alligator started its death roll his arm would be lost.

He drew a small dagger that he had on him and dug into the alligators eye. He knew that the stab wouldn’t kill it but the poison that coated the blade would take its toll. Yet the beast still fought on, Zehril trying his best to not let it roll as its fangs dug deep into his flesh. He had no time to see if Raziel was doing okay. The poison was starting to act and then suddenly there was no movement from the creature. Slowly Zehrili lowered the beasts jaw and pulled up on the upper jaw to get his arm free. The adrenaline was fading while the pain was rising.

The dripping of blood could be heard as the Wyvern fell to his knees, his breathing was more rapid. ”Well it seems….both of us didn’t come out unscathed from this accursed place.” He spoke as he clutched his arm. He needed to stop the bleeding but wasn’t prepared to have wounds from an alligator.

Author: Raziel, Posted: Thu Feb 13, 2020 9:02 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

He was laughing at her, his statement only making her more flushed with embarrassment. Fortunately, he didn’t dwell on it too long, though she did like the thought of being considered a lady. Honestly, she had no counter to it, which is why she continued her reasonings for wanting to get out of the environment. Zehrili told her about the clan and the visitor. Apparently, Amen-Ra was falling for her, or at least that is what it sounded like. However, it did not make any sense why … No, it made perfect sense if he is anything like Ensarrian.

”For a long time, Ensarrian was the same. They were awkward when they first met, the silence between them stretching for miles. He could barely even bring things up to her. But I get the impression that Amen-Ra is nowhere near as bashful. Hopefully, she comes around and gets to know the clan.” He led her around large roots, through treacherous areas and skirted around possible aggressive animal dens. Mikhail stayed by their side the whole way, keeping his canine eyes on little Raziel.

They fell into a comfortable silence and walked a ways until they were coming up to another river from what she could tell. The angel tilted her head to the side as she pondered where they should go next. ”Across the river again, or go upstream?” Sanyi had said that downstream just leads to the ocean, and she had no means of traveling that. ”We should probably go upstream, to the savannah. I’m not sure what lies south…” Before either of them could make a decision, there was a deep, angry hiss.

A log was approaching them from the river, speeding until it reached land. What was appeared to have been a log came charging them on four legs… It was a rather large, very fast, alligator.

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 9:13 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

The small smile appeared and her face, and he could help but to think that it suited her better than the shivering cold or the worry she had early about Ensarrian finding out what had happened. A smiler after all always better suited a lady. He listened as she explained that she learned her skills from the angels that resides within the cradle, it explained a lot especially since she seemed to be one herself. A small laugh escaped as she talked about her being the healer and her sister being the one who destroyed the evil. ”There are always two sides to the same coin. You maybe the one who cures, but to balance out the spectrum your sister is the one who destroys. Just like I believe there is my opposite as well..I kill, there must be one who saves.”

He head quirked to the side as if she had suddenly thought of something, and then asked a question he had not anticipated Would he actually allow a blind woman to heal him? To perform a surgery if it was need? He brought a hand up to his chin, and took her words to thought. He didn’t know if he had the answer to that right away. His train of thought was broken as she stood and gathered her things saying the needed to leave.

He agreed, she needed to get somewhere warmer to dry off completely, especially her long purple hair. Her reasoning was solid pneumonia would easily set in in these conditions. She made her way to the river again and immediately the wyvern sprung up. The water may have been calm now, but as he stated these waters were not normal and could change any second. He put a hand on her shoulder, which was reward with an highly adorable squeak before he knelt down quickly and swept her into his arms. He couldn’t help but to laugh at her expression as he guided her across, the water soaking into his boots.

”Next time, sure, but there are so little times that I get to sweep a lady off of her feet,” He chuckled as he saw her face light up. He took the lead as she started to ramble the conditions of pneumonia, he had to admit that she definitely knew her stuff. ”The clan is doing just fine not much had happened besides the mysterious figure you speak of.” He spoke as she inquired about the clan. ”She goes by the name of Phoenix, doesn’t really…interact with a lot of us, it seems like she is afraid of something from what I have picked up.” He was adept at sneaking in the shadows so he could easily spy on her but Amen-Ra had brought her in so he trusted his judgement.

”Amen-Ra has definitely…taken a liking to her though, he had made it quite obvious to us all. I do not blame him, she does have the looks though. Though he does not act upon anything…I do not see why he doesn’t though,” He said with a slight shrug once again forgetting that she would not be able to pick up his body language.

Author: Raziel, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 6:51 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

She listened as he expressed his disbelief in her lack of purpose. Zehrili went on to explain his own purpose, and reasoning, for being her rescuer today. When he went on to point out her talent as a healer, Raziel couldn’t help but give a small smile. ”My mother raised me among the angels of Zets’Ki Cradle. It was they who taught me my craft. Their lessons were harsh at times, but it served a purpose.” Mikhail laid down next to her, pressing his warm body against her small frame as he waited for his next command. It seemed that her near-death experience matured her young timberwolf. ”Ironic it would be if I did open a clinic or something. Heal the victims of evil since my sister works on slaying the evil who victimizes the innocent.” She gave a dry chuckle

It brought to question, however, of capital to start the clinic. If her practice can manage to be started as a business, would people actually trust a blind healer? That alone threatened to close her doors before they even opened. Raziel quirked her head to the side. ”Tell me, Zehrili, would you trust a blind healer to perform surgery on you, should you require it?” By this time, the river she had tried to cross was as harmless as a small trickle, the fact that she had been washed away by the sudden current seemed laughable now. The angel stood, pulled her bag over her head and shoulder. ”We should leave. This moist atmosphere isn’t going to help me right now.”

Mikhail studied the water for a long minute before deeming it safe to finally cross. ”Pneumonia,” Raziel started as she began to walk toward the river, squeaking as a hand landed on her shoulder, nearly jumping out of her skin at the contact. Before she knew it, he had picked her up again, water soon sloshing over his boots as he carried her across. Her eyes were wide as saucers the entire way, still trying to comprehend the fact that he just scooped her up. Even as he carefully set her back down once on the other side, she stood there stunned momentarily. ”Warning next time?” she asked softly, her cheeks turning a bright red.

It seemed that he would lead her out himself, ensuring her safety. ”Pneumonia can easily set in after one nearly drowns. Coughing, fever, sweating and shaking chills, shallow or shortness of breath, chest pain that worsens with deep breathing, no appetite, low energy, nausea… All are common symptoms which means I must be analytical of my body over the next couple of days,” she explained as she followed his lead. But she did not want him obsessing over her as Ian did, so Raziel attempted a change of topic. ”How’s Amen-Ra and the clan? I heard there was a mysterious visitor?”

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 5:20 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

He watched as she started taking her belongings out of the bag, he was amazed by how well she could feel for things and know what they are even without the aid of sight. He could not understand it, but how could he for as long as he could remember he was always able to see. Her other senses must be so much more heightened after losing such a vital one. It was no wonder that Ensarrian seemed to have such a protective nature over her, yet Zehrili did not think she was as lost as he first made her out to be. She checked the aroma of one, her face curled up as she put the lid back on and pulled out the other one and did the same. He caught a glimpse of the honey colored liquid, a ointment to prevent infection perhaps?

Slowly she stood, after getting all the she needed and spread her white wings. He had made sure not to damage them when he pulled her out of the water and while carrying her, but to see them fully spread he had to admit it gave her an air of exoticism and beauty. Yet his gaze upon them was interrupted…as she started to undress before him! Quickly he turned around, before his eyes looked upon anything and he closed them. Did she not realize that he was still standing there? Oh you are a bloody moron Zehrili he thought bringing a hand to his forehead. She was blind, something she had just told him about.

She muttered something, that he wasn’t able to pick up, under her breath and he almost turned around to see if anything was alright. He stopped himself short and cleared his throat. He would not look, not until she called for him even if she hadn’t realized that he was there. A few moments later she did call for him, asking to help her with her head wound. He had already planned on doing that anyways, wasn’t going to leave her with an open wound. He walked over kneeling down and moved her hand away from the wound gingerly. ”No, I do not believe it will be stitched up. It's pretty wide but not deep, it must have hit a rock pretty good.”

She started to speak about why she was her, and about Ensarrian and his mate Sanyi. How she thought that she would prevent them from bonding. ”I doubt you would have prevented anything, he is protective of you that I have picked up,” He replied back as he spread the honey colored ointment over the length of the wound, ”If he had claimed her as his mate I am sure they will have plenty of time to bond.” He finished up patching the wound and helped her put the stuff back in the bag. He also put the blanket around her shoulders to help warm her up from the cold. He sat down in front of her and listened as she seemed to not know what to do. Wiping her eyes she apologized to him.

”You have nothing to apologize for. Sometimes it is good to get things out that are weighing you down. Yet, you saying that you may not have a purpose I don’t believe.” He spoke, he did not like hearing someone doubt themselves. ”Sometimes it takes us a while to find why we walk this world, but everyone has a reason to be here. For example, I may not have the most glamorous profession…One that is rather quite sinister,” he started not exactly proud of what he did, ”Yet it is to serve my clan. I take care of enemies of both the clan and Amen-Ra…before they become enemies you could say. It is my purpose and the reason I am out here today. I do believe you will find something, I heard you have great healing potential. Perhaps something will bloom from that?” He had hoped his words would bring her more comfort than sorrow.

Author: Raziel, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 4:05 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

"Thank you," she replied softly to his promise to keep this a secret. Raziel fell into silence until he asked a question. Had she really been that invisible as she waited in her corner for the meeting's end? Her head shook in response. "I was born blind. But I've managed," she gave a soft giggle, attempting to make light of the subject. There seemed so much that they shared, yet none of it had anything to do with her. It wasn't her clan, her deal to be brokered, a union of allegiances between two bloodlines. She just shared a close bond with alpha and mate.

So she fell into silence, concentrating on trying to get warm in his arms until Mikhail could find her belongings. Find them he did,  and she slowly nodded to Zehrili. He put her down and gave her the bag, which looked like a large pouch with a single large strap to carry on her shoulder. Raziel carefully knelt until she was sitting on her knees before going through her bag. She pulled out a fresh dress, a blanket, rolls of cotton, and a jar. The jar was opened and brought to her nose, revealing a gray and pungent ointment. With a wrinkle of her nose, she capped it, put it back into the bag and pulled another one out.

The second was more honey colored, and smelled almost sweet as honey was a main ingredient. This she placed down on her blanket. Slowly, as to keep herself from falling prey to a dizzy spell, Raziel stood and spread her wings, shaking as much of the water out as she could before she began to undress, pulling the straps of the soaked dress over her shoulders. Holding the fabric to her chest, she stooped to pick up her dry dress, only to nearly fall from the sudden rush of blood, causing her to straighten herself and hold her head with another groan. "Blast it all to hell," she muttered to herself.

On some level, Raziel was quite aware that this was a good thing. Her frustration of simple matters meant she wasn't dwelling on being alone with nothing left to strive for. Nevertheless, she had to take care of herself, or Ian would throttle her himself. So she dropped to her knees to finish undressing, pulled the clean dress on and held the wet one to her head. "Can you help? Tell me if it's deep or wide enough for stitches? Then… The ointment and bandaging?" While he assisted her, making sure the wound was cleaned, the ointment applied and her head bandaged, Raziel gave him the answer he sought.

"Ian built Sanyi a home just north of here… But, I'm awkward there. He has a mate, and I… I am just a distraction. Someone who he cannot stand see harmed, so he will ignore Sanyi for me. I… Didn't want to be the one to prevent them bonding." When he was done, the extra cloth and the jar put away, the blanket placed around her shoulders, Raziel seemed to deflate. "My quest is over. My parents are gone. My twin has her job, and Ian has his… But me? I have nothing. Do I have a purpose anymore?" She sniffed and rubbed her eyes suddenly. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't drop my woes on you."

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 3:31 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

Zehrili let out a small sigh when she asked him to not let Ensarrian know what had happened. He had originally decided to let Amen-Ra know who he had found and let the two Alphas discuss it out, but now he had been requested not to say anything. ”I promise not to tell anyone about this, it will be our little secret.” he replied jokingly trying to lighten up the mood a little, yet the chatter of her teeth had him worried nonetheless. She needed to get warm and he unfortunately was one that travelled light. So it seemed finding her things would be in order.

She asked her wolf, Mihkail to find the bag in which it eagerly agreed to. She herself was in position to walk, so put his arms under her legs and back and picked her up. She was extremely light cause of her small stature far more so than what he expected. She snuggled into his chest as he followed the wolf, his warmth was probably comforting to her. He looked down briefly and saw her silver eyes were not really focused on one thing. He looked back up, it now made sense why she seemed to stare off during meetings.

”Your eyes, they do not see the world do they?.” He didn’t want to pry where he shouldn’t, but a sight curiosity lay in the back of his mind.

The wolf then started to bark like crazy after they walked quite a distance. He looked ahead to see a back on the ground that the wolf was circling. Luckily for them that it didn’t get washed down the river along with the woman. ”Seems your friend has found it. Mayhaps something in there that I can patch your head with.” he let her know and made his way over. He lowered her so that she could stand on her own before grabbing her bag and placing it in her arms. He did not want to get in the bag, especially without her permission.

”I must ask something else, what exactly where you doing in these lands…especially with your condition I would expect you to have an escort or something to help,” he said and looked around the area. “Never know what you could run into here, and as you have found out the water changes in an instant.”

Author: Raziel, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 2:31 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

By a stroke of irony, it was the healer who needed healing. His voice was trying to be calming as he tried to get her to calm down, Raziel flinching at the sudden touch on her shoulder. It wasn't from a traumatic past, just a reaction from being unable to see the touch coming before it happened. She frowned as her mind placed the familiarity of the name. Zehrili, Amen-Ra's clan member, instantly instilling a sense of trust in her. "Yes, I recall…" she started.

Her bag had everything they needed. Blankets, dry clothing, materials to tend to her wound… "Don't tell Ian… Please." If he knew how close she came to death, with him unable to help her, he would be furious and try to glue himself to her side. He had a clan and his mate to attend to and could not afford to spend too much time on his half angel healer when she was now aimless in her life. "Brother mine will be cross… Ensarrian must not know…" Raziel could hear her teeth beginning to chatter.

"Mikhail… Lead us back." The wolf shook himself, gave a single soft bark and set off upstream, pausing to look back, making sure they were following. As the wyvern wanted to ensure she was resting, he picked her up, cradling her tiny body against his. Zehrili's arms were just as strong and safe as Ensarrian's own, something she was not expecting as she snuggled against his warmth. "Raziel… My name." Satisfied that they were following, Mikhail followed his own scent back.

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 2:06 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

He kept going with the compressions, his arms burning for how much he had pushed down. He didn’t want this life to end, it seemed so sad for them to die in such an unforgiving place. The wolf that had alerted him to her had made his way to lay down next to her still unresponding body. ”Come on, breathe damn it. Reject that damn water in your lungs.” Zehrili hissed as if he was mad, but not at the woman but at the water itself. One more time he leaned down and blew air into her body before. He was slowly starting to lose faith that she would make it when her opened mouth suddenly filled with water and she started to cough violently.

”Thank god,” He breathed heavily as he removed his hands from her to let her turn over and cough and drain the water from her body. The wolf companion started to yip happily and run around thankful that their master was safe. Weakly she asked who before another coughing fit took her over. Already she was trying to push herself into talking which wasn’t the best idea. While turning herself over was prudent, trying to talk was not the wisest of ideas, especially with the injury to her head.

She pushed the wolf away as it licked her face, and Zehrili let out a small sigh. ”You really should not be trying to move or talk as you have been. Let your body relax.” He told her and looked around for the bag she had mentioned, he did not see it nearby at all. ”We will find your stuff, do not fret about that. I do not know how far the waters took you ever since you fell in.” He wasn’t trying to be hard on her especially since she just had a close call with the reaper but at the same time being stubborn would not help either.

”I need you to sit still, you also have a pretty nasty wound on your forehead.” he said softly placing a hand on her shoulder, he could feel she was cold. He didn’t know what to do, as he usually wasn’t the one saving people rather he was the one dealing the death blow.  Maybe introducing himself would calm her down a bit? ”My name is Zehrili, I have seen you before you came with Ensarrian and his mate to talk with Amen-Ra have you not? I am part of his clan, trust me when I say I mean you no harm, I do not think your Ian would have wanted you to fade here.”

Author: Raziel, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 1:01 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

Mikhail continued his barking as someone had come to the rescue. They darted past the wolf, positioned themselves ahead of his master and caught a limb to pull her out. As he tried to catch up, Mikhail had no choice but to watch as they hoisted her small body from the rushing current to safety, not that he could do anything to help as a wolf. By the time he caught up to Raziel and the rescuer, Mikhail pressed his nose against her cheek with a whine. He stretched his front paws out and laid his head on them while he witnessed the wyvern perform chest compressions on her small body.

Each moment seemed to stretch longer and longer between pressing on her chest and breathing into her. Again and again, he kept fighting to get her breathing for herself once more. Finally, water filled her mouth, her body forcing it out of her lungs, Mikhail jumped and yipped happily in circles. Raziel coughed as she rolled over. Her lungs burned, trying to catch her breath, bringing painful attention to the ache of her chest. She moaned as she grabbed her head, which throbbed something wicked. ”Who?”

Another fit of coughing overtook the angel as she began to shiver. She couldn’t think straight. ”My bag…” Mikhail gave a soft whine as he pushed himself before her, taking an opportunity to lick her face insistently. Raziel weakly pushed him away. ”No, Mik…” Raziel groaned. ”I need… um…” She shook her head, only to grab it as it only increased the throbbing. ”Ian…” That’s who she needed, with his warmth and gentle chastising. He would scoop her up and place her in a giant protective bubble if he could.

Author: Zehrili, Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 8:41 AM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

”Yes yes, I do not like the feeling much myself. Not here to hurt you though.”

Zehrili said as the snake that head grabbed managed to wrap its body around his arm, a small container with a membrane of skin was held by the creature's mouth before it finally lashed out and pierced its fangs through it. Zehrili quickly acted and pressed his index finger down hard on the top of its jaw to keep its fingers extruded. ”There we go, just a little more and you are free to go,” He whispered watching as a milky liquid collected at the bottom. Snake poison was always valuable especially to someone in his profession.

”There we go, you're free to go.”

He placed the reptile on the ground and quickly removed his hand, the snake of course trying to lash out at the man. He took a few steps back as he watched the creature slither away probably not very pleased at all. Zehrili raised the small container and swirled it around. He gained enough to test how its effects would also work with his own venom. ”Not many know of the fauna in this new land, so even still those who succumb to it won’t have a cure.” It was his only reason for being here in Onnen, to gather various venom and poisons from the surrounding flora and fauna.

His concentration was broken at the sound of, barking? He did not know of any wild canines in the area at least that he knew of, and most of the time wild ones did not bark. Yet it seemed to be in distress so the Wyvern quickly stored his container in one of his side pouches and made his way to the sound of the barking in a slight rush. Getting closer he could see a small timber wolf, chasing down the side of the river, it was so focused that it didn’t pay any mind to Zehrili approaching. He rushed to catch up with the wolf and that’s when he noticed the small frame of a body in the river.

His own adrenaline kicked in and he managed to overtake the wolf and ran ahead to intercept whoever was in the river by reaching down and taking ahold of their arm. He managed to maintain good footing as to not get swept away himself and he pulled them out of the water, the waters own force and weight cause it to be more of a struggle than it should have been. He dragged the away from the water’s edge and that's when he noticed the purple hair that was on their head. He turned them to face up and saw that it was a female, and not only that he knew of this woman.

Few of the meetings he had been allowed in with Amen-Ra, she had been there just sitting in the corner. Always just silent patiently waiting for the meeting to be over. This did not bode well, especially if she ended up dying in such an awful place. He could see blood trickle from her head, but was more concerned with other matters than the wound. His fingers placed on her neck felt a slight pulse but she wasn’t breathing. The wolf that had been chasing her ran up, and Zehrili looked over. ”Don’t worry young one, you did good.”

He laced his fingers and pressed hard in the center of her chest I apologize about the pain. Still nothing and he leaned down pushing her head up and opening her mouth. He took a deep breath before closing his mouth over her, pinching her nose shut as he breathed let his breath go into her and repeated it once before before starting the compressions again. ”Come on!”

Author: Raziel, Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2019 1:30 PM, Post Subject: The Lost Angel [P, Possible R]]

Insects hummed all around, frogs croaked, and her bangs matted to her face. There was no desire to merely open a gate to leave this place, for she had no direction to go. Everything she had been so preoccupied with has been done, and she felt like an empty shell because of it. Almost two years ago, her mother had set Raziel on a quest. Find Rammie and Gabe. Her only clue was “You know everything you need to know”.

The first year was unfruitful, garnering a group of people who promised to keep an eye out, an ear open, and gave useful tips to assist. It was also quite daunting, as she had never left home alone in her near century life. Her lack of sight made things quite interesting, but she was guided by her trusty timberwolf Zander. What she did not know that her questions would open her to a world of violence.

All she found were groups who wanted to beat on her, torture her, warning her to leave Gabe in the dark where he was. Stop seeking Gabe. But she couldn’t. After meeting Ensarrian, things seemed to escalate. Raziel was kidnapped, tortured, and saved by both Ensarrian and Ramiel. Also known as Rammie. It was then she was learned her suspicions of Gabe being her father was correct, and Ramiel was her twin sister. Neither girl knew they had a sister the entire century of their lives.

A few months later, Ramiel and Raziel found their father in the Void, where he was beaten and hidden away. Despite the angel’s intimate knowledge of healing, her father was sadly too bad off for her to save him. They got to meet, and he smiled at her. Told them both how proud he was. After his passing, Raziel took her sister to meet their mother, who was on magical life support to preserve her life until Raziel’s quest was complete. With both of her parents now passed, Raziel didn’t know what to do now.

Ensarrian was freed from his torn conflicts of spending quality time with his betrothed and protecting Raziel. The half angel managed to convince the wyverns to spend the time they needed to get to know one another. She left them in their lovely treehouse. Mikhail stayed by her side quite dutifully, for being as young as he was. But she didn’t even attempt to train him anymore. What was left for her? Ramiel had taken on their father’s mantle of protecting the innocent. Her parents were gone, and her friends all had their own lives. Raziel did not want to be a burden on anyone, but she had never lived alone before either.

The young timberwolf gave a soft whine as Raziel’s foot stepped into a river. It was quite difficult to travel this riverous swampy area without getting soaked, at least for the blind. She sighed, wondering how she missed it with her staff. ”It’s okay, Mikhail. Just a calm little river.” What she hadn’t been paying attention to was the steadily growing roar of water as it approached her. ”Come on, we should be able to cross it.” Mikhail whined more urgently as he took a step back. Raziel was already up to her knees in the water when it hit.

It felt like a solid wall hit her back, sending the angel sprawling into the water with a surprised yelp. There was no time to take a deep breath, or anything as she went tumbling through the river. The wolf was barking up a frenzy as he raced along the river’s edge. Raziel had no idea which way was up, but somehow she managed to break the surface for a gulp of precious air before being swept under again. Her forehead bashed against something solid, and her world went black, completely at the mercy of the raging river.