Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

Talia had finally caught a break, as it seemed the most skilled guard of the bunch had been without proper weapons and the others didn't know what to do against magic, a fatal flaw. At least it should have been. What she couldn't have seen coming was the target, apparently the princess, suddenly becoming an extraordinarily powerful wolf and using such force that she nearly died, her entire body numb as she slumped against the tree, eyes barely remaining open and a twisted miracle had her still conscious. Her body felt broken, a few bones clearly shattered and her internal organs worse for the wear. Her hand, too weak to hold her sword took a long time but eventually it moved up to her chest, and the young mage desperately sent healing magic through her body, knowing if she didn't do something she would fall asleep and never wake again. Her eyes started to feel heavy, and as her mental state diminished she redoubled her efforts to heal the pitiful state of her body. The horrifying part was, that by the time she finally fell into darkness she wasn't sure whether or not she had healed enough to remain alive, but at least if she didn't she would never know. Her tiny, now seemingly delicate, body slumped even more, until the powerful mage that had just burst through the werewolf lines was nothing more than a helpless girl, barely breathing against the tree. --- When her eyes opened Talia found herself face to face with an angry looking male wolf, and he slapped her face hard, his voice finally entering her consciousness I said wake up! he growled. Talia looked up, pain shooting through her entire body... But she was alive. When her eyes settled on him the wolf finally grinned, a sinister look on his face and some rather crude thoughts being presented through his expression. Obviously the wolf was considering how nice it would be to question her himself, but after a moment of admiration that made Talia's skin crawl he turned and gave a courteous bow to a woman before leaving the room. As Talia looked towards the other presence in the tent her heart lurched, the young mage swallowed, and a bit of fear was in her eyes. It was the very wolf that had nearly killed her, and the woman didn't look pleased in the least. The worst part though were the stories Talia had always heard, and in her mind she was about to be tortured, kept alive only to torment for her attempt on a princess' life. Instantly she considered the fact that dying quick may have been better, but she soon dismissed the notion and let a bit of fire enter her eyes, trying to keep her wits as she glared up at the rather stunning woman in front of her. --- Delia had been horrified when Myra went down. She didn't love her, it wasn't something so silly, but to her and the rest of the soldiers Myra was an idol, one of the few aristocrats with real skill who took care of the average soldier and had a fair sense of things. So when her leader fell in battle it had been demoralizing, and upon learning the reason why she had been a tad furious. She knew a good deal of the officers had been given mithril weapons, but it seemed that someone higher up had ignored Myra, most likely one of the people she had pissed off, and left her fighting with weak metal which almost ended her life. She was fine, Myra woke not long after the surprising scene where Danika lost herself and nearly smashed the assailant into pulp against a tree, but she was still hurt. Even with magic and her own healing abilities the captain wouldn't be swinging a sword for a few days, maybe a week, not with her left hand anyways. That made Myra's mood sour, because even if they had plans to camp for a time it meant if an attack happened she would be forced to sit back like the rest of the injured soldiers and be protected, and she didn't believe anyone could protect her better than she could with a single hand. So, in an effort to cheer her up the soldiers had pooled some money and sent Delia to one of the smiths, armor to be repaired and new swords to be acquired, even taken one of the old broken ones to give an idea of the weight and size. The smith she ended up going to was named Sasha, and after a short conversation she even got the girl to agree to take it to Myra. Make sure they're really good. Delia gave a charming smile before moving away, leaving the smith to her work. --- Myra was in her tent, a mirror in front of her as she peeled off the bandages and took a look at the wound. It was most healed on the surface, though there was now another scar to add to the near countless collection on various parts of her body. Myra was a real veteran, surviving longer than most and always seeming to find trouble. The fact that she was so skilled and still had numerous scars merely spoke to the danger of the missions she got involved in, as well as her willingness to be the first one in with her soldiers. Still, the scar wasn't her main concern, what it represented was. She hadn't seen it but Delia had told her what happened, how Danika shifted. Her heart swelled and she grinned like an idiot looking at the mirror. Maybe Danika didn't want to admit it but the kiss and her reaction... They both provided meager evidence that Myra started to cling on to, hoping she wasn't still being foolish and hoping for too much. Even if she was, the only reason she wasn't depressed and breaking everything in her way was the thought that maybe she still had a chance, even if a small one. A lot of questions still begged answers, like why Danika was so resistant. The rejection still hurt, and she was bitter about it, but there was a spot of hope buried deep. With a long sigh Myra leaned back, closing her eyes and relaxing a bit, letting her wound dry out, all the while her entire, perky top half revealed under the privacy of her tent.