Arrayah
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STATUS: I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff. 8 yrs ago
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I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff.
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Hello all who have deigned to grace my profile with their presence! I am the great Arrayah, lord of the Phoenix. Or something. I don't know.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
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I was thinking more nerve damage as to why she can't feel anything at the moment, and the bleeding is up to you on that one. It could just be bleeding a lot because its deep or because something important got cut.
With each word she found herself moving further and futher away from him. She was angry, as angry as him, that was true... but it was more that she was disgusted with herself. She could blame him all she wanted, but deep down she knew that it was all her. To have him be so frustrated, furious with her... it only made her feel worse. And then he was gone, leaving her alone with only her thoughts to keep her company. It was not like her, to be so emotional. A leader had to keep face, show her people that she was confident and strong. Kiara did not feel like either of those things.
Despite her despair, she knew that what he had said before he left was right. She needed to check her wounds and see how bad they were. Even though she did not know much about first aid, she could at least see if they were deep. Her shoulder worried her, for she could not feel it any longer, and she was sure that was a bad sign. There was a small cry of pain as she peeled the damp tunic from her skin.
It did not take long to catalog each injury the damned archer had given her. There was the shallow cut on her right arm from his arrow, a deeper one that crossed the long scar down her side, and then finally the gash on her left shoulder. Looking at it made her sick. It was bleeding heavily, which she could see now that there was no clothing in the way, but that was not the worst of it. The bone was showing through, and the numb feeling was spreading down through her arm. Not good, really not good.
She did not have much time to think about how this would affect her archery before Ostus was back and she was trying to cover herself. Her left arm was not responding well at the moment, and her right was only enough to cover her breasts. "I..." Kiara was tempted to turn around, to hide from him, but after what she'd said... the least she could do was give him this: her one secret. Perhaps he wouldn't recognize it as an apology, but that's what it was none the less. There were more important things to tend to, though, even if she could not stop the blush that rushed to her cheeks. "It doesn't hurt. Ostus," she blinked, pausing for a moment as she realized it was the first time she'd called him by name. But then she was continuing in her panic, "I can't feel it. I can't feel anything. I don't know what's wrong." When her eyes met his, they were apologetic and desperate for help.
Despite her despair, she knew that what he had said before he left was right. She needed to check her wounds and see how bad they were. Even though she did not know much about first aid, she could at least see if they were deep. Her shoulder worried her, for she could not feel it any longer, and she was sure that was a bad sign. There was a small cry of pain as she peeled the damp tunic from her skin.
It did not take long to catalog each injury the damned archer had given her. There was the shallow cut on her right arm from his arrow, a deeper one that crossed the long scar down her side, and then finally the gash on her left shoulder. Looking at it made her sick. It was bleeding heavily, which she could see now that there was no clothing in the way, but that was not the worst of it. The bone was showing through, and the numb feeling was spreading down through her arm. Not good, really not good.
She did not have much time to think about how this would affect her archery before Ostus was back and she was trying to cover herself. Her left arm was not responding well at the moment, and her right was only enough to cover her breasts. "I..." Kiara was tempted to turn around, to hide from him, but after what she'd said... the least she could do was give him this: her one secret. Perhaps he wouldn't recognize it as an apology, but that's what it was none the less. There were more important things to tend to, though, even if she could not stop the blush that rushed to her cheeks. "It doesn't hurt. Ostus," she blinked, pausing for a moment as she realized it was the first time she'd called him by name. But then she was continuing in her panic, "I can't feel it. I can't feel anything. I don't know what's wrong." When her eyes met his, they were apologetic and desperate for help.
She'd heard many times that death made a person want to feel alive, but that it was wrong. Death only made her want to die too. When he came to her, Kiara fell into him, burying her face into his shoulder. It didn't matter that she was making a fool of herself. No one was around to see but him, and she had saved his life. He owed her at least this much. To just be there for her when she had no one else to go to.
Relief filled her when she felt her feet leave the ground. Everything hurt and for a moment she wished she was as numb as she had felt just after she had shot that arrow. She barely moved as he carried her to the tent and slowly settled down with her. Her ears were muffled, she could barely make out his words. It took all of her concentration, and then her blood was boiling. She pushed him away as hard as she possibly could.
It didn't matter that her body hurt, that her heart hurt. Kiara could not stand what he had said. Her voice was loud, or she thought it was, as she spoke. "Amazing? You think that's amazing?" It felt as if she were screaming at him, her eyes watering once more. "Taking a life is not amazing! It's horrible, terrible! It shouldn't have happened!" She could barely stand to look at Ostus after this. "It's your fault! Why? Why did they die for you?"
And it was true. Kiara had not been able to kill them to protect herself, but to protect him... she had not even hesitated, had not even thought of what she was doing. It was instinct. If he had not been here, she could have incapacitated them and gotten away. Or maybe she would have died, but what was one life for two? Why was she more important than the two men that had lost their lives because of her? Because of him
"Stay away from me! I don't need your help! I don't want it!" By now the tears were streaming down her face, and she knew she was lying. Kiara wanted him to stay wanted to know she was not alone if only for these few moments. But there were other things to think about. Logically, she knew it wasn't his fault, but it did not change the horrible guilt that she felt. More than that, if she allowed him to tend to her wounds, he would see her secret. The only one she needed to keep.
Relief filled her when she felt her feet leave the ground. Everything hurt and for a moment she wished she was as numb as she had felt just after she had shot that arrow. She barely moved as he carried her to the tent and slowly settled down with her. Her ears were muffled, she could barely make out his words. It took all of her concentration, and then her blood was boiling. She pushed him away as hard as she possibly could.
It didn't matter that her body hurt, that her heart hurt. Kiara could not stand what he had said. Her voice was loud, or she thought it was, as she spoke. "Amazing? You think that's amazing?" It felt as if she were screaming at him, her eyes watering once more. "Taking a life is not amazing! It's horrible, terrible! It shouldn't have happened!" She could barely stand to look at Ostus after this. "It's your fault! Why? Why did they die for you?"
And it was true. Kiara had not been able to kill them to protect herself, but to protect him... she had not even hesitated, had not even thought of what she was doing. It was instinct. If he had not been here, she could have incapacitated them and gotten away. Or maybe she would have died, but what was one life for two? Why was she more important than the two men that had lost their lives because of her? Because of him
"Stay away from me! I don't need your help! I don't want it!" By now the tears were streaming down her face, and she knew she was lying. Kiara wanted him to stay wanted to know she was not alone if only for these few moments. But there were other things to think about. Logically, she knew it wasn't his fault, but it did not change the horrible guilt that she felt. More than that, if she allowed him to tend to her wounds, he would see her secret. The only one she needed to keep.
No. Noooo I'm too innocent for this T_T
(Actual Thoughts: That's what I'm supposed to say right? BANANA HAMMOCKS FOR EVERYONE!!)
(Actual Thoughts: That's what I'm supposed to say right? BANANA HAMMOCKS FOR EVERYONE!!)
Hehehe. Well. Maybe he was :p
Everyone's posts are fine! You guys are silly :p
I think it's anyways turn, and noooooooo drallix. We can't have underage nudity in this forum D:
COVER YOUR EYES EVERYONE!
COVER YOUR EYES EVERYONE!
Kiara was in the middle of dodging yet another stab from the man on top of her. It was getting more difficult. With each blow that he landed, she was hurting more and more. She barely even heard the archer when he spoke to her, "He's going to die, just like you." He was laughing, but she was just trying to figure out what he meant by this. He? Who was going to die? It wasn't until Ostus was calling her name that she understood. She could not help but take her eyes off the archer for a second, to make sure he was safe. It took a moment to find him in the forest, but when she did, her breath stopped again. He wasn't paying attention, and the man behind him was getting closer. Yes, now she knew what her attacker had meant. Now she knew who was going to die too. "No! Ostus!"
She kicked and pushed as hard as she could, but the archer wouldn't budge from his position, and she was having trouble figuring out what to do. Something glinted in the corner of her eye and she reached for it, barely even thinking. It was the dagger she'd dropped when he'd knocked her onto her back. Before, she had hesitated, but now Kiara was running out of time. Before she could blink, the blade had sliced across her attackers throat.
It took too long to push the dead man off of her. Far too long. If she was not quick enough to save Ostus... No. She couldn't think about that. Kiara lunged for the archer's bow, taking aim and letting an arrow fly before she could even consider things like wind and distance. Like her knife, her arrow found its mark: the swordman's neck. In a similar manner to his partner, he fell to the ground, blood streaming from the hole in his throat.
As she watched him die, everything was numb. She fell to her knees, covered in her attacker's blood. Never before had she taken a life, not once, and now she had taken two. Perhaps they had been trying to kill her, but they were people. Everyone deserved to live, she truly believed that. This truce was as much for the people of Berinike as it was for her own. Why? Why had she felt such a need to keep Ostus from harm? He was supposed to be protecting her, not the other way around, so why had she been so scared for him? To help him, to save him, she'd watched these men die by her own hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she searched for the man she had done this for, desperate for some sort of comfort, though she expected none.
She kicked and pushed as hard as she could, but the archer wouldn't budge from his position, and she was having trouble figuring out what to do. Something glinted in the corner of her eye and she reached for it, barely even thinking. It was the dagger she'd dropped when he'd knocked her onto her back. Before, she had hesitated, but now Kiara was running out of time. Before she could blink, the blade had sliced across her attackers throat.
It took too long to push the dead man off of her. Far too long. If she was not quick enough to save Ostus... No. She couldn't think about that. Kiara lunged for the archer's bow, taking aim and letting an arrow fly before she could even consider things like wind and distance. Like her knife, her arrow found its mark: the swordman's neck. In a similar manner to his partner, he fell to the ground, blood streaming from the hole in his throat.
As she watched him die, everything was numb. She fell to her knees, covered in her attacker's blood. Never before had she taken a life, not once, and now she had taken two. Perhaps they had been trying to kill her, but they were people. Everyone deserved to live, she truly believed that. This truce was as much for the people of Berinike as it was for her own. Why? Why had she felt such a need to keep Ostus from harm? He was supposed to be protecting her, not the other way around, so why had she been so scared for him? To help him, to save him, she'd watched these men die by her own hand. Her eyes filled with tears as she searched for the man she had done this for, desperate for some sort of comfort, though she expected none.
Of course!
And oh no D:
KIARA TO THE RESCUE!!!!!!
And oh no D:
KIARA TO THE RESCUE!!!!!!
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