Thread: Aber     (WhiteTiger& position open)

RE Aber WhiteTiger WalrusesInMyKitchen Walking at a steady and strong pace, Afon felt the battle ending faster than she had first thought. Sadly, keeping pace, she was focused on getting there as fast as she could. So many life energies had yet again past in this battle, she doubted anyone but the victor survived. The sun almost completely set, and a chill in the air rising, it took Afon close to the sun dial of what would equal an hour to arrive. Slowing, her pace, the brutal massacre became more clear as Afon drew closer. Sadness filled her being as she continued her pace, drawing ever more close to the carnage. The smell and feel of blood and death filled her small nose. Choosing to climb up a close hill to gain perspective of the entire place of battle, instead of walking randomly in, Afon finally reached the top after a short bit. Below lay a huge battle ground where thousands of men had died, their bodies strewn out across the entire expanse. Knowing the colors of this country she had chosen to live in for now to be of gold and red, immediately she saw that it was the invading army that had lost, garnishing the colors of blue and emerald green. Closing her human body's eyes, Afon looked and felt with the eyes of a goddess across the field. Clarity of view was easier this way to gather the energy, information and to look for any survivors. None appeared to have survived. Sadly, she walked down the crest of the hill, and into the carnage of battle. Bloodied and mutilated bodies laied where they fell, across the once green field, now the color of blood. The Vultures flew over the scene, riding the air currents, ready to descend and begin their feast. Knowing the way of nature and being at peace with that, she did not interfere, as that is the way of life's cycle. Midway through the horror, Afon caught a glimpse of movement but where it came from she could not tell, as it had been so small. Closing her human eyes once more, she felt and probed deeper into the energies left on the field and suddenly felt the light flicker of a heart beat. Like a candle about to be extinguished because the flame is so low, she knew his time was close also. He was the last and only one to survive the battle from his army and live this long. Clearly, the exact location and appearance of him flashed before her closed eyes. Quickly, Afon rushed to the side of the dying soldier before her as he lay on the ground after what looked like he had been crawling for a while. Collapsed from the large wound in his upper stomach, she knew this was not a good sign. So much blood had been lost already from the damage to that area, but she felt his life force holding on to the end. Quickly descending to her knees, she turned his dying body so she could asses him as fast as possible, to see, if anything, what can be done. Drawing her athame, the double edged dagger she used for cutting and working with the medicinal herbs she grew and gathered, Afon cut open the foot soldiers uniform. Thankful that there was no chain mail involved, chain mail always carried a double edge, like her dagger. The lack of it made it that much easier for her to get to the wound. Wearing the Chain mail would have lessened the damage but would have made it so much more difficult for her to access. Large, penetrating and jagged, the would was difficult to see clearly through so much blood loss. Whispering to him, using the energy of the voice and sound vibration to be the vehicle to calm the stress and shock the soldier had gone into, she said, Ssshhh young warrior and solder, I am here and I will do my best to save you. So low were his blood levels and blood pressure, that the energy she gave him temporarily filled his veins with the golden energy of the Goddess as a substitute for his blood and worked its way though his system. Higher and stronger his blood pressure returned as this temporary method of sustaining him also gave her information she needed and the depth and severity of his wounds. Thrown from a distance, a spear had pierced this young foot soldier's upper stomach, but he was lucky. Had the same spear been thrown and closer range, It would have run through him and he would have met death long ago already. Strong again for the moment his heart gained momentum and her vital fluid substitute had also sealed the leaking and ripped damage, stopping the bleeding, for now. Now stabilized, Afon looked around for a way to transport him back to her home by the woods. Walking amongst the dead, she gathered eight spears. At the side of the soldier, she laid them and returned to look for strips of leather and a large piece of cloth. Removing the pieces she needed from the remnants of the soldiers weapons. Only their flag, long fallen seemed to be large enough and strong enough to be of service for what she needed. Breaking the heads off the spears and lashing four spears together at a time, making two long strips of strong yet flexible wood, she then bound the flag between them securing it tightly, making a hand made gurney. Laying it down she spread it out next to the soldier and carefully and slowly rolled him onto it, his body facing upward. Lifting the remaining lengths of wood, with the soldier securely resting in the middle, Afon then began the slow walk home, pulling and dragging him behind her. Close to the very middle of the night hours, she finally made it home with him. Laying him down, she opened her door and pulled him into her small, neat cottage. Always keeping a small bed ready to board lost or wayward travelers for an evening every now and then, she pulled him up to it and laid him aside it. From behind she lifted him and carefully placed him on the bed, feet last. Using her flint rock she lit the kindling and worked the fire in her hearth until there was a nice warm fire going with plenty of wood stacked to the side. Nicely lit, she now, with respect, finished removing his clothes and set to boil some water she drew from her well. Boiling hot, she set it on a small table at the side of the unconscious soldier, for her energy flowing within him also granted deep sleep and no pain. Washing and cleaning his wound and then his body, she than began the detailed inspection of his wound. Both his stomach and liver were damaged and torn. Allowing her own energy with a word again, Be clean , the water completely purified from her energy and she began the process of opening him up and sewing the wounds back together with her needles.. Working from the inside out, she repaired and sanitized his ripped liver and stomach and finished up on the ragged, torn tissue of his abdomen. Knowing it was completely sanitized, she took in a deep breath to relax from concentrating for so many hours. Allowing him to keep the flow of his false blood temporarily from her essence, Afon pushed herself away from him and stood up and stretched. Covering him modestly, and resting her hand on his forehead, she felt his life force at peace. Standing up, exhausted, She made her way towards her own bed to rest. No matter how hungry she felt, the sweet bliss of sleep called to her more as she kept her cloak and hood on and crawled into her own bed and fell deeply into the dreams of a bound Goddess.