Thread: A Radiant Slither and the False God. (Clearsight, SomethingEsoteric)

Time seemed to slow in the most peculiar of ways, Hilde could feel her blood coursing through her veins, feel the radiance of the sun on her face so saturated near everything else drained of colour and flushed out to a discoloured creamy visage, whispers of her name and messages spoke in tongues curled about her mind constricting it to behold the unseen but she fought the omen as each swell throbbed in her ears to let her know her heart was still beating. She could feel it all, all the evil and sinister motive in this poor city, feel one rot-tooth militia mans desire to pluck each ring from the mayors fat fingers, could feel the vile putrid incantation of evil that coated the arrow and now coursed through the dying mayors veins turning his skin pale as Wight flesh and his veins of the darkest night, her head turned to find another beacon of darkness soaring through the air a black wispy javelin in her current view far larger than the sum of its parts in this heightened awareness. A grimace tugged at her features a shrill cry of warning as Valashya came into view if not for them moment she may have taken time to behold her peculiar aura chaotic grey wisps sprawling in every direction but that was non-too-uncommon for elf or man alike, it was the core that pulled Hilde, bright and pure battling against the grey smudges of indecision, no near as pure as a far smaller spirit close by, never able to be so dark even in its darkest fringes as a second javelin heading straight for them. Augh! The paladin hissed, grinding her teeth, the previous throbs now replaced with a searing wake as she tried to focus on the remnants of her holy clairvoyance she was not trained in this skill, but one she knew, a miracle shed witnessed but attempted in past it was too hard, the area entirely too saturated with ominous winds of war, if she stayed in the state too long that evil could drive any paladin mad. She tried to foster reason back into her mind in the shock the attempt had left her in, it happened so fast as the world saturated and dimmed back to its typical range only for the both heroic and horrid progression and so it was, her maiden knight. Valashya! Hilde cried urging toward her side but chiding herself as she did, instead scooping up the child and returning her to her mother as the air snapped and burst along with the sound of shattering barrels and the tear of vessel for what of the snipers soul remained to escape. While Hilde was a woman hardened by the cruel earth and what evils it harbored, what such evils did to the righteous, the thought of losing one shed somehow bonded with was always impossibly hard for her to process. When Val had snapped the arrow and the babe was back in the arms of her mother Hilde gave a nod of agreement to her words Pelor be with you, she said entirely ignorant to the damnation such words could truly afford, had afforded them. As soon as they began to part, the militia meeting the few remaining marauders while the civilians spread to gather supplies and the ox and horse carried slabs. With haste Hilde carried to Vals side and took her hand. There is nothing in that church worth a life, she informed her sternly. And the priests can tend to trailing off as one of her hands barely touched the wound, I knew you were more, The paladin added esoterically, The way you saved that child, her breath deep and well, she near sounded like a damsel in distress fawning over their savior with shallow breath and deep emotion, this needs my attention Valashya, the arrow can wait the poison Hilde drew near to Valashya, her hand nearer still, a white radiance emanating from beneath pale flesh the Shard seeming to vibrate and shimmer all the brighter through the chain of her chest. Where the cold seductive promise of lethargic death, rest after so many years on the road, so much loss and hurt with Hildes touch a desperately searing pain cauterized the feted skin a gush of black fluid sputtering from the wound and sizzling against the radiance of her fingers like drops of water dancing across the surface of a forge that wasnt all the human gave the elf however as the poison was pulled from the wound Hilde pulled Valashya in for another exchange, not one of light and dark but one of flesh. Their lips did not meet, but were inches apart before Hilde hesitated her lips opening and closing in the air as if they may be kissing but Hilde couldnt quite bridge the gap. N-now go fast, I-Ill close the wound when theres more time. She relinquished pressing hard on the punctured skin with her finger tips, none too gently, Keep pressure on it.