Thread: Forest of the Sapphisari [FxF] (Raina_Reader X Javorcek)

Sasha closed her eyes as Chelle ran a cool hand over her sweaty brow. The young blacksmith couldn't figure out if the salve was giving her a fever or if all the muscles spasming in her body at once were exerting her to the point that she was sweating. Either way, she had never felt so sick and so awful in her entire life. Listening to Chelle's calming voice helped, a little bit anyways...perhaps because Sasha's mother used to always talk to her when she was sick when she had been very young. The blacksmith was only half listening to the creature's words as she spoke. Dehydration was starting to set in, causing her to feel dizzy and pass out for moments, only to be woken up by the need to scream or vomit. She went through this cycle over and over again all night passing out, then jolting awake to throw up or cry, only to pass out once again into bliss and start the process all over. Meanwhile, the blacksmith was beginning to grow taller, the muscles from her trade beginning to grow more pronounced, soft, brown fur was beginning to sprout over her arms, and she screamed as her tail began to sprout...only to pass out again when the pain and dizziness became too much. --------------- Three dead...Akara, Persephone and Nahl. Three sisters who would never see their home again, who had left behind friends and mates... And now I am the one to deliver the news of their deaths... Lexa sighed softly at the thought. In her past life she had been a soldier she knew war and she knew death, but she had no idea how to inform a civilian of either. Lexa felt her burden grow heavier as she neared Naria's hut. Matriarch Khalla was busy making the funeral preparations for their fallen sisters and Lyssia was in no state to be delivering such somber news, the mere mention of the death of their sisters infuriated the warrior. So Lexa, who was the most level headed of the group of warriors, had been given the task to inform the mates and close lovers of those who had fallen. Telling Persephone and Nahl's lovers had been heartbreaking but bearable both women had had multiple lovers who could offer comfort to each other as they grieved. But Akara's mate...Naria...the pair of them had been -mates-, actually bound to one another... Lexa feared that her comrade's mate would be destroyed by the news of her passing. When the warrior came to the small hut that Naria and the late Akara inhabited, Lexa gave a soft rap at the door. When the caretaker opened it up, Lexa held out Akara's dagger in both hands, showing nothing but reverence for the dead as she offered the memento to Naria. Lexa had been careful to -only- clean it of blood, not wishing to remove too many traces of her comrade. Naria...I am very sorry.... The tall Sapphisar pursed her lips slightly, unsure of what else to say. What would I want to hear if I were her...? Akara's death was quick...she did not suffer... We have lost three sisters, but have gained four new ones. I know that is of little consolation to you and I know that you loved Akara very much...but she did what was best for our tribe and died a warrior's death, there is no greater honor than to serve us as she had.