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Kavanah switched to the shadow of yet another person. Do any of these people know anything. He was searching their minds, but could find nothing that was of use. I must find a place to mend my wounds.
I can't stay hidden any longer, I've grown too weak. Hopefully I do not startle these people too bad. Kavanah revealed himself buy emerging from a small boy's shadow. The boy was knocked down by the gust of wind that came from his wings. The people gazed at Kavanah, quite shocked, his body was covered in blood from a terrible wound in his back.
"Ooof!" Seth yelled as he hit the ground. "Hey what was that for!?" He says turning around. His expression changes from anger to awe seeing the giant winged person before him. "Woah." He says scrambling to get up. "Wh-Who are you?"
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 5, 2011 21:10:07 GMT -5
Kyle peeked his head out of the ally to see what all the commotion was, and wasnt too shocked by what he seen....until he seen the injury. frowning, he walked up to kavanah. "um... are you okay?"
"I am Kavanah, an angel from.....well th that can wait. Can either of you two direct me to medical attention." He looked the two over. Both he thought seemed more educated than the rest of the people around. "Please, I'm not sure how much longer I can manage."
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 5, 2011 22:02:24 GMT -5
Kyle bit his lip and pulled a money out of his pocket. "kid, go get help, medics or something. go quick!" he handed seth the money and pulled some cloth out of his pocket. "stand still uh- kavanah. Im going to put pressure on it to slow the bleeding"
"Ah! Man that hurts." Kavanah winces in pain as he applies pressure to the wound. He hardly holds back his want to flap his wings. "Please tell me you have done this before."
"Oh, well I feel slightly better knowing that. Be better if that boy would be quicker. Kai, I will remember your kindness. A owe you one, but just one!"
Post by Kyle Black-Sky on Oct 5, 2011 22:30:39 GMT -5
"Im not really worried about the fact that you only owe me one kindness at the moment-" he retorted. " i just want to make sure you dont die or anything first!"
Seth flailed his arms around running in one direction. "Medic! We need a MEDIC!" Then he stopped and hit himself on the head. "Duh, I'm a medic!" Seth says running back. Seth had learned much from his time at the Avaleur school. "Alright Lyle," He says mispronouncing Kai's name completely wrong. "Hold him down on his stomach and keep pressure on that wound."
It never really occurrd to me.....I'm dieing! "That's....very true..." he says as he struggles to keep his eyes open. "Funny thing how you really do reflect on your life when your faced with the end."
After what as probably a hour or so, Kavanah begins to come through. Ok. Please I beg you Lord, I beg you that I'm not dead. He opens his eyes to see the little boy staring at him. "Ah!" Kavanah was startled by the boy who is kneeled down next to him. "Who are you? What are you looking at!"
Kavanah lifts his wings and turns his head to see his bandaged back. "Terribly clumsy work, but I really can't complain since I am walking away with my life." he looks up to the sky for a moment, almost as if searching for something, then he turns to Kai. " Kai was it? Thank you. I can't assign words to how grateful I am." he turns to the boy. "And who, lad, are you?"
Seth hesitated for a moment intimidated by Kavanah's appearance. "I'm Seth." He said with a smile. "This is Rai." He says again mispronouncing Kai's name. "Where in the world did you get that wound?" Seth says examining Kavanah's back. "It tried to spread some kind of infection or something."
"Well....it's not a happy story. I, along with others, tried to overthrough the rest of my tribe. As I was escaping, I suffered an arrow woun." Kavanah is choosing his words carefully, trying not to reveal too much. You would not hear the slight delay of his words, if they were not being payed close attention to. "The spreading must have been some kind of.....of...oh well heck with it! It's a curse."