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Post by bura on Mar 16, 2010 15:36:19 GMT -5
The drizzle turned into calm rain, heavier than before but not too heavy. She pulled her hand away from his cheek as she felt the blood. She knew what it was by the thick texture. She knew he had been fighting. She wanted to ask why but she knew why. She knew she would not be able to change his mind. She silently wished he would stop and hoped he would not start a fight with Samil. But the chances were unlikely. Even if she was here. And she was blind. How would she be able to tell if he was seriously hurt? Of it he died? She didn't know Samil. All she knew was that he survived the battle that took place here so long ago. And his will to live was strong. "Please don't start a fight, Shikaku," she whispered so softly, it was almost drowned out by the light rain.
Though the simple fact that Samil is a demon - that anyone was a demon - was enough for Shikaku. Enough for him to cast away all hopes of friendship and battle to the death. They were just luck he was still alive. He's come so close sometimes. It scares her like no other. She would go through her past again and again if it meant that he would live.
"I just wandered here, I guess." She didn't know why she was here in the Battle Grounds. She just wandered the earth. She has been almost everywhere but here. This was her first time. She was glad she was here now though. She got to meet her son after so long. And converse with someone new.
She turned her head to the side as if she was trying to look at Samil but all that was visible of her eyes was the elegant golden band that hid them from the light. From the world.
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Post by Calmay on Mar 16, 2010 16:32:50 GMT -5
Samil stood there saying nothing. As long as the new arrival maintained his focus on the its mother he did not have to worry about a fight. He was not going to interfere with the moment. As the rain increased he picked up a shield from the ground and held it above him. The other two might enjoy being soaked by the rain, but he did not. He would leave but he did not want to turn his back to the person that had threatened him not so long ago. Until he was sure that he was not in any danger he could not completely let his guard down. He crouched down near another corpse this time a solder from Akaika. "Isn't his touching, a mother and son reuniting. Aren't you glad you can see this," he told the corpse.
He looked back at the two and finally noticed the band that covered the Buraindo's eyes. He had not been looking for it so had not seen it earlier. He wondered why she would wear something like that. Would it not only impede someone's vision, unless that person was blind. The woman was blind and he had not even noticed it. He shurged. "I did not even notice that she was blind Mr corpse from Akaika. I guess I should pay more attention to the people around me." He then got up and said no more.
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Post by Kuri on Mar 16, 2010 20:15:24 GMT -5
Shikaku seemingly growled at the demon, but one again calmed as he heard his mothers soft voice. The soft voice that sung lullabies to him when he was just a child. The same voice that told him that everything would be okay every night, because he was scared for her, scared that they would come back. The same voice that the longed to protect. He looked down slightly as she asked him not to fight. He dropped his Katana to the ground, and it disappeared into the shadows, just as his other one did. He could not fight while his mother was there, while she was upset. If she saw this, this demon, to be not a threat, then he would put off killing it for now. Besides, he was too badly injured, and already so exhausted from his last fight. He had taken on an entire demon army of what looked like weird disfigured wolves.
Shikaku fell onto one knee as he started to show signs of fatigue, he was breathing quite heavily, and the hole in his chest was bleeding a little more than before too. He closed his eyes briefly, but then forced himself back up, standing as straight as he could, but he winced ever so slightly (he tried to make it as quiet as possible), and swayed slightly. He rubbed his eyes with his left index finger and thumb, which caused his hair to move from his face and revealed his heavily mauled face. His face was covered in deep wounds that bled furiously, some even seemed to be infected. The demons had used poison weapons against him.
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Post by bura on Mar 16, 2010 20:40:35 GMT -5
She rested her head against Shikaku a moment as he dropped his blades. "Thank you, my son." She gently patted his chest and felt even more blood. She was starting to become worried. She could smell it now, though it was hard to. She allowed the rain to stop as she felt over her son and counted the wounds in her mind. This was not good. And when he started to sway, she worried even more. "Shikaku?" The worry was thick in her voice. "Just sit down, okay? Please? You need to rest." She gently tugged on his arms so he would sit, assuming he could hardly stand. Her baby, her son was injured and she couldn't heal him. What was she supposed to do? "What happened to you?" Her fingers roamed over his face again, carefully. She did not wish to hurt him even more. How could she have let this happen? She wished that she could protect him like she used to. Things were so much easier. But he grew up and he now had to defend himself.
Suddenly, she turned to Samil. Her shoulders were square and she had a deep frown painting her lips. Could he help? He should help. She hoped she would, anyway. "Is there anyway you can help Shikaku? Please?" Her soft voice was heavy with desperation and concern. She couldn't lose her son and that worry often crossed her mind. And right now, it was dancing circles. She could not lose her son.
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Post by Calmay on Mar 17, 2010 1:03:30 GMT -5
As Shikaku hid his other blade Samil relaxed slightly. At least neither of them had a weapon down now. That would give him a couple seconds if he did decided to fight. Now if only the rain would stop, he thought. He noticed that he was tired and heard his labored breath. He wondered why someone so injured had tried to pick a fight with him. He was not tired and most importantly he was not injured. He had an advantage if they did fight. However he was not one to seek out a fight unless it was necessary. He moved closer so he could see the full extent to the injuries. He did not know whether to help him, he had been hostel to him once. He doubted that he would want his help even if he could help him.
When Buraindo turned to him to ask for help he did not know what to say. He was not good at treating wounds since he had not tended to a real wound in a long time. He normally let his body heal itself with little difficulty. He did carry bandages around in case he had a limb detached and he wanted to cover the process his body used to reattach the limb instead of growing it. He could use those if needed. "I have bandages that I have barely use. I'm not good that good at first aid. I usually don't tend to my wounds. That is also if he want my assistance." He was not sure his his healing ability extended to anything further from his body. He had never given anyone his blood to see if it would heal the persons wounds. Plus there was no point in trying to help someone that did not want his help.
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Post by Kuri on Mar 21, 2010 8:24:52 GMT -5
It took a while for Shikaku to regain his strength, but as soon as he did, he forced himself back up onto his feet again, and turned to his mom. ”I ran into a large horde of demonic looking wolf things, they all attacked me, but I managed to kill them all.” He said almost proudly, Shikaku actually despised killing anything, however he thought it to be his duty to kill demons, regardless about how much he hated killing living beings.
When Buraindo asked the demon to aid Shikaku, Shikaku's eyes narrowed, he had had worse injuries that this before, this was nothing that he couldn't take care of himself. He would never allow a demon to help him ”I can do it myself.” He snorted as shadows rose up next to him, on his right, and placed a few rolls of bandages, ointment, and gauze in his hand. He placed the ointment and bandages into his pocket for now, as some pads then appeared out of the tip of the shadow, and he took these instead. He then started to dab the gauze onto his various wounds, not even wincing it stung his wounds.
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Post by bura on Mar 21, 2010 9:59:38 GMT -5
Buraindo was going to accept the bandages that Samil had offered her but when Shikaku started to stand again, she turned her attention to him. "Shikaku, please sit. You're injured," her voice was soft and caring, worried and motherly. She did not like it when her son was hurt, even the littlest. And as he explained how he had gotten hurt, it just made her thing that the injuries were much worse than what she first thought.
She sighed heavily as he refused the help. It was a good thing he was resourceful with his shadows, carrying items in there. As he started to take care of his wounds, she turned back to Samil. "I am sorry my son threatened you like he did. He doesn't like demons very much. He doesn't really want to hurt you." She offered an apologetic smile as her arms slid behind her back. She clasped her hands together and tilted her head to the side slightly, hoping the apology at least made Samil a little calmer. She did not want anything bad to happen here.
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Post by Calmay on Mar 21, 2010 13:04:15 GMT -5
Samil shrugged when Shikaku dismissed his offer for help. He guess that much would happen. There was no point in getting angry over something so small. At least this time he would have the share his bandages with other people. He never knew the next time a random person would cut off some of his limbs. "He's not the first one to threaten me and he will not be the last one. At least he did not attack me. I dislike getting hurt" Though he did on occasion like hurting others. That was however on rare occasions. He preferred to kill them off as quickly so that they would not have to suffer and feel pain.
He looked at Shikaku. He wondered why Shikaku wanted to kill him so badly. Sure he had done terrible things that he would not tell anyone, though he was sure that he had not done anything that directly harmed him. Everything he did was to survive. Though he was sure that most people would not believe him. He was a demon after all, most people had a negative image of his kind. He was quite sure that if he had been raised by his original pack he would be like every other demon. He was raised by humans for a short time so he had some consideration for the value of life. "I'm not much into fighting those that were already injured anyway."
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