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Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura felt Azazel before he walked through the door. She was surprised by how calm his aura was. She turned toward the entryway and Zayden paused mid-sentence as he too turned to see what had distracted Isaura from him.
“Father,” Zayden greeted his father, “This is Isaura,” he stated, pulling Isaura into his father’s view.
“Hello,” Isaura greeted with a small bow of respect. She did not know how to handle this situation and if he did not recognize her face she did not want to give him a reason to not trust her. .
“Son, I hear that your wings were damaged,” he said eyeing his son for injury. “And hello,” he said to the girl. He would perhaps speak more with her later, but for now, his son.
“Wing, father. It was only one. The sneaky scum ambushed me. If not for Isaura, I would perhaps not stand before you as healed as I am now,” he smiled and then pulled her closer to him, “She was a godsend. She gave me shelter and healed me. She had shown me nothing but kindness.”
“I see,” he answered, “Tell me how it happened and how you came to be in the company of,” he paused and said, “Isaura was it?”

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura smiled uneasily at Woltar. She felt suddenly skittish as though she were in the presence of someone not to be trifled with. She tried pushing his aura against his but she did she felt and saw a glimpse of his aura push back. She stopped, not wanting to bring unnecessary attention to herself. She wasn’t here to see this strange man, and whatever his intentions were did not involve her.
She looked at Zayden when he asked her if she wanted anything. She was perfectly capable of making whatever she might want herself. And up until recently she would have been considered a servant and she had no desire to ask anything of anybody without at least introducing herself first. Instead she pulled a piece of the rabbit jerky from her pocket and chewed on that with a wink.

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She smiled as she chewed on the dried meat. She hadn’t been able to just run with someone else in a long time. His aura was so comforting. It was quite different from his father’s. She didn’t understand how the two could be related but even know, if she dug into his aura she could feel it. She wondered how he could hide it so well. He had not received the training she had. He could not heal himself and yet he could mask portions of his aura.
She wondered how he did it. It was a very useful skill to have. She figured if she could figure out how to mask one's own aura, or at least part of it, then she could figure out how to block out the auras of others. She frowned at the turn in her thoughts and looked at Zayden’s back as he ran. At any point in time, especially once she is on his turf, he could hurt her.
She wondered just how much he took after his father. His father’s aura was suffocating to her. If she were well fed, like she was at this moment, she would be okay, but the moment she let her guard down, it would overtake her and she was afraid of what they could do to her then. But for now she would put her faith in Zayden. She would hope that her reading of him had been accurate. She would hope that she did not end up dead because of trusting him.

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She smiled and said, “I can make it,” before frowning, “I just need to fe-” she paused cutting herself short, “eat first” she said as she moved away from him. She ran and leapt out of the cave disappearing into the forest as she set off to find larger game to consume. She didn’t want to be weak when she arrived at his home. So as she consumed another animal she thought maybe she had ate too much but she needed to be prepared. She moved towards the stream and cleaned her face of the blood and returned to the cave.
She was surprised to see him ready to leave. She pocketed the dried rabbit muscle and grabbed her things, glad that she had been prepared for a fight so now leaving the cave was easy. She chewed on the rabbit jerky and giggled at her own thoughts as she struggled to keep up with Zayden. Daylight was not her friend.

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“N- n- no,” she said stuttering. The city actually scared her. Her Master had told her about the city. She had been near the city for some of her missions. It was pleasant for a while, but always, without fail, the onslaught of auras would wear on her and she would be left weak and weary, forced to kill so that she would not die. She suspected not all of the city was like that but she had no intention of living there.
“And really,” she said sincerely having had such an intimate connection with his aura and in her own way feeling as though she had violated him, even if it were only to help him. She recognized the aura of his signature. His father was one of the kings. One of the kings that definitely knew her Master and would recognize her if he saw her. Or maybe, she thought, the king would help her find her Master, “I would, perhaps, like to return to your home with you. I imagine the environment is safer and I would also like to ensure that you are healing as fast as possible.”
She paused and added as an after thought, “You’re also going to need someone there to stretch your wing out for you so that it does not grow weak from lack of use.”

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Isaura stated that he would have to sit up. She approached him and walked around to his back. Slowly she felt along his back leading up to his damaged wing and then the wing itself. She closed her eyes and concentrated before pulling her knife out and cut along the lining at the base of his wing. She dug two of her clawed fingers in and pulled out the piece of the arrow that was making it so hard for him to actually heal.

Once that was out she concentrated her aura and pulled his own healing abilities forth. Next she moved her fingers along the skin and bones of his wing breaking and resetting the areas that needed it. She couldn’t help but be proud of this male, of Zayden. He was handling this better than many of the warriors back at the castle had. And whatever he was, she knew it would be hard for him to learn how to utilize his own healing abilities because of his mixed blood. Once she finished she removed parts of her aura from his body and hoped that the parts she had left behind would help him and not cause him too much unnecessary pain.

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“Hi,” Isaura responded slowly. She eyed him and shook her head “I am Isaura,” she stood from her crouched position and responded, “yes I helped you heal. Although I do regret it. I would have aided you more, however, I did not wish to hurt you more and have you awake and attack.”

She sighed and pocketed her knife, “your bones have been healing in the wrong position. We can work on healing you more but to do that I am going to have to break your bones all over again, and” she said stressing the next part, “You will be required to remain awake during it.”

She frowned at the shift in his aura and hoped to explain away his misgivings, “If you were to sleep it would be harder on myself and only you know how your wings are supposed to feel,” she tried to explain, “and I am sure you would like to return to wherever you came from.”

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Isaura slipped in and looked around before seeing form of the fight’s winner laying on the ground. She felt for his aura and cursed when it did not push back. She looked at her things and knew she could get them and be gone before the male came to his senses but she could not leave him like this. She thought to do so would be cruel and unjustifiable. So put her things together and into the bag before pushing them closer to the exit of the cave. She left the cave and captured a small animal before killing it. she carried it to the cave and looked over the male with caution aware. She focused her attention on using his own aura to help him heal himself.

Once she did all that she thought she could she pulled a knife from the sheath at her hip and cut the rodent open before gutting it and holding the muscle to the fire that was going so that she could eat. She made sure to keep a wary eye on the male and heard him groan. She held the muscle of the rodent in her mouth as she held her knife ready to attack if he so much as seemed as though he might attack her.

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Isaura frowned when the direction the auras were headed changed course and drew closer to her cave. She growled and raced to return home. She could smell them, taking up her space already and it made her uneasy. She supposed she could move on and find another spot. She could feel the damage that was done to the defeated one. She took a deep breath and wondered how she was going to remove her things without being noticed. She waited until the sun had set and the aura of the victor had settled before she entered the cave and made her attempt at receiving her things.

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Isaura sighed as cut down more branches in search of adequate firewood. She had already found and tied large leaves together. She used large sheets of bark to put the things she had bought on. When her work was done she settled into her makeshift home. This wasn’t the first time that she had to turn a cave into a place of residence, however this was the first time that he had to do so with a future that she wasn’t sure of. She didn’t quite know what to do with herself and had it in her mind to contemplate life when he felt a new aura quickly approaching. Fearing the worst, she grabbed her weapons and scurried to the back of the cave.
For a moment, everything was quiet before the distinct clash of auras could be felt, emphasized only by the sound of fighting. She drew closer, knowing whatever was out there was not there for her. She moved through the trees, using the shadows to keep her hidden as she watched the fight in fascinations. When it was over she watched the more victors aura brightened as he took his captive away. Frowning, she sent a bit of healing aura after the champion of the fight as he left.