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Post by mourninglife on Apr 22, 2012 18:23:07 GMT -5
It was rather hard not to laugh at Mithos as he blatantly revealed his emotions instead of holding up a front. However, the thought of the reason why he couldn't do that caused Ao to somber down. As he chowed down on the last bit of second meat and the first part of the third meat, he watched the elf eating his meat slowly. Perhaps it was from the pain.
"Are you sure about that?" The drake asked, walking over to him to flick a finger somewhere close to the chest wound. Surely the mere flick would cause bigger pain to course through the elf's body. If that was to be the case, then how could he walk through the jungle as it was with all of the branches and roots ready to take him down?
"Sit." He snarled, nearly baring his fangs, when he noticed the attempts to stand up. With his hands as they are at the moment, he would only cause more damage to them by using them to help himself up. If the merc continued to ignore him, then he would force him to sit back down by pressing his hands against his shoulders.
Not wording anything, he forced his way in and promptly started to take the bandages off, starting the procedure he had done last night.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 22, 2012 18:48:24 GMT -5
Ignoring the Magundi’s heed if the idea was safe or not to continue his futile attempts to stand, Mithos thought nothing of it as the Dragon walked in his direction, standing off to his side. That was, until Ao lightly flicked against the wound to his chest, sending a shudder of pain through his body, his teeth baring down deep to avoid a howl.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” the Elf practically screamed at the man, his eyes widening in a comedic rage as fangs of his own snarled, the small leverage he was able to obtain, now closed between the dirt and his ass thanks to Ao. “Are you trying to kill me?!”
On second thought- he could have. The dawn of quick realization overlapped the warlock, causing him to once again twist his attention in the opposite direction, a child-like pout on his face. As Ao worked around his bandages, the blood and skin still having the habit of healing within the medical wrap itself, sneers and winces alike, continued to be the most common display of any emotion for the Elf. At least his hands were not in so much degree, like they had been the night before. But still, the torture was immense.
“Where do you decide on taking me, anyway, Mag?” Mithos muttered, still avoiding any eye contact with the draconic man.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 22, 2012 23:16:17 GMT -5
"No." The drake replied simply to Mithos's second question, avoiding the first one since it was rather obvious. It was to show how weak he was. He focused on his work, carefully unwrapping each section of bandages.
Luckily for Ao, the merc had decided to keep his mouth shut during the entire bandaging process, including the hands. Although he attempted to be gentler than last night, he had a feeling it would still hurt him. After removing the bandages and cleaning the wounds, he reapplied the clean bandages once more, thinking about the question the dark elf had just asked.
Should he tell or not? There had to be a reason he left Liath behind or he simply grew up in Kabal, although he felt some doubt towards that. Whatever the reason that may be, he would soon learn it if they went to the city-like village.
"It's a surprise." He said with a smile, knowing fully well he would be mocked or insulted soon after this. Nevertheless, he gently patted the final piece of the bandage down and stood up to take notes of their inventory. It seemed like they had enough bandages, water, food, and other random important items to last them for a while.
"Alright... Lemme put out the fire and we'll get on our way." The drake announced, walking over to the fire to kick some dirt over it to snuff out the fire's oxygen. Once it had died down, he came over to to the sack and carried it to Mithos.
"Okay, you'll carry this sack and uh... you'll be mostly on my back for the entire day or so until we get to the place. I'll do my best to make my run smooth as possible." He explained, getting close enough for the merc to climb on his back. Of course, there was a chance he would completely refuse the very idea, but there was an obvious issue, which was how would he get anywhere with his current condition.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 22, 2012 23:30:53 GMT -5
Mithos had muttered something under his breath in an inaudible tune at the Drake at his response, surprises not fitting well to the Elvaan's history. If Ao had so desired to drag him back to Kabal, then he had another think coming. Other than that, the Elf was clueless.
Watching the red-skinned man pace in his tracks of covering the fire and retrieving the remainder of their goods, Mithos's expression was to the equivalent of stupid as he looked up, raising a brow at the explanation he was given. Was the Magundi serious? He expected him, to ride on his back until they reached some civilization? To depend on the Mag, far beyond the care taking, but excuse of transportation as well? HA!
"...Sure, I'll carry it," he hissed, snatching the bag out of Ao's claws as he proceeded to press as light weight as he could to his hands in pulling himself off the ground. In a combination of grunts and snarls, it was a well three or so minutes til the man was on his feet, taking a pace back as he wobbled due to the light-headed feel of standing vertical.
A silent breath passed over, and crimson orbs darted at the Drake, a smirk prying at the Elfs lips, as if to say 'told you so'. "See there? I got this. Plain, and sim-"
Two footsteps forward, and not even enough energy to wobble backwards as the consequence of blood lost circulated too quickly for the warlock, his lighten form leaning forward in a daze, about to collapse.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 22, 2012 23:46:58 GMT -5
Ao simply watched Mithos struggle with standing up, rubbing his forehead as he let out a sigh. Oh, why did he have to deal with such a stubborn person out of all others? He knew the Fate would show the answer to him in due time, but it would be nicer if he knew the reason now. His thoughts upon this stubbornness was finalized up when the dark elf was actually standing up.
"Ah." He said, watching him take couple of steps before starting to wobble dangerously in the beginning of the fall to the ground. He stepped forward to catch him as quickly as he could and decided to smirk at him that clearly stated 'I told you so.'
"Alright so, clearly you do not have enough strength to walk more than two steps. Still, that's an impressive feat for someone who just recovered from horrendous wounds." The drake sarcastically muttered, folding his wings tight against his body so Mithos could easily slide on his back.
"Better hold on tight." He warned, now getting on all fours. When he would feel the tell-tale pressures of the merc clinging onto him, he started out the run with a slow, trotting gait before slowly increasing his speed until everything seemed to be a somewhat blurry scenery. The colors seemed to mash against together as the pair rushed ahead, clearly following a path only the hybrid knew.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 22, 2012 23:56:56 GMT -5
A faint red captured the Elf's cheeks as he glanced towards the Magundi's face as he was caught, frustration boiling with the ingredient of embarrassment. Another scoff out of the numerous that had already taken place that morning, Mithos didn't bother resisting on any other attempt Ao had given him to aboard, latching at the mans' shoulders as a shiver of disgrace trembled throughout his spine.
How humiliating.
Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to an hour of travel as the Magundi paced forth, a set trail already plied into his mind, the warlock assumed. It wasn't surprising, being a thief, and the curse of a permanent, deranged form of genetics with no valuable way to hide it, Ao should have a handful of hiding places to call home by now. More so, it was more likely to be empty of any other casuals, at least by Mithos's knowledge. Magundi, if were traveling alone, usually meant that they had no intentions of joining a pack. He just hoped that he wasn't hauling the Elf for a dinner meal for a family of four other fanged creatures.
Along the travel, the movement was as promised, smooth as far as forcing the Elvaan to squirm. But that didn't avoid any of the pain in his torso, or his right hand in particular as he had to hold for his life upon Ao's crimson shoulders. The nerves had their own heartbeats, the consistent motion inside his skin pumping, occasionally causing his breath to heavy or his features to wince. But Ao had served a point - the faster he was to get to an actual Shaman with medical supplies and ointment- hell, even that of some stitches would be nice, the better off he'd be.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 23, 2012 17:20:06 GMT -5
As the minutes flowed into an hour, his body started to ache for a rest but Ao forced himself to run a little longer to try to make up for any lost time. He started to slow down and turned round a tree to stop for a break. He waited for Mithos to either climb or slide off his back before sitting down, panting heavily. He wasn't used to such a large weight on his back while running.
"I... I just need... A break." He managed to pant out, closing his eyes as he listened to the dull thumping of his heart. Parts of his muscles twitched at the energy expended on the effort to haul Mithos to Liath. Each breath seemed to sting his throat endlessly until his body finally settled down from the run. With a groan, he leaned forward to flap his wings several times to awaken them, sending out several light gusts.
"How are you doing?" He asked, glancing over to Mithos. Even if the run itself as as smooth as he could make it, there still had to be some pain involved for the elf.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 23, 2012 20:21:25 GMT -5
Throwing his balance against the tree Ao had provided, Mithos shifted himself off the Magundi's backside, refusing to sit, but rather stand in place as his eyes followed the draconian footsteps. Folding weak arms across his chest, the Elf rested his injured palms at his biceps, staring off in the distance that provided a faint trail, which was easily assumed their direction. Oddly enough, this place looked too familiar. It irritated him.
Locks of the silver mane fluttered across the tanned face of the tallish man, the gust from Ao's wings quite settling. Though, he would have easily preferred had the Drake kept his mouth closed, than ruining the mood. "Tsk... I'm fine..." he rolled his crimson hues, another snarl following as he looked in opposing directions of the massive figure. Doing so, he thought he had caught sight of something more, moving along the sides of the Jungle. His imagination? Possibly. Lacking of blood could do a number on you, ranging from dizziness, hallucinations, even that of depending on your prey.
"How much further til our destination, considering you don't want to give me a name," Mithos asked promptly, resisting hard not to come off in a demanding tone.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 23, 2012 20:39:11 GMT -5
Emerald eyes darted back and forth, tracking the subtle movements before they disappeared altogether. Were the hunters out now? Ao narrowed his eyes as he thought on this small issue. Perhaps they would announce the pair's presence. Although he didn't know he'd be causing them chaos with Mithos's presence.
"Hm. Let's see...." The drake muttered, staring up at the sky. At this point, the sun was starting to gain its regular height within the skies. He grumbled, muttering something underneath his breath, and spoke up, "It'll probably take us around... a day or so at this pace once that sun is up at its zenith."
He lowered his sight to the dark elf, staring at him for a minute before glancing away. He was clueless on what to talk about to break this silence, not knowing about Mithos preferring him to keep quiet.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 23, 2012 21:03:04 GMT -5
"Well, we should get a move on then. The quicker we get there, the quicker I can you out of my sights," Mithos barked, his attention now back at the Drake halfbreed, his arms still resting across. It wasn't that Mithos was ungrateful... well, perhaps that was the case. But, it was also his pride. Being a well taverned Mercenary for the Dissimulative Capital was a hard front, and he had worked since leaving Liath, hard to that goal. He wasn't going to stand for his impression to be distorted by something like a Magundi, especially one of Ao's size and strength. Despite his current condition, the Elf still sworn in the back of his head that he would eventually bring back the draconian beast over his shoulder, a prize at hand.
A puff of irritation croaked from the mans' throat as his arms fell to his sides, grappling the trunk of the tree as he pressed himself forward, immediately cupping a free hand to his injured side as he took a handful of steps forth, the movement striking back into his ribcage. The broad emotions stirred across his features as he winced, stubbornness no longer the definition when compared to the guidelines of stupid. And determination was just an excuse.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 23, 2012 21:23:01 GMT -5
Ao scrunched up his face out of silent annoyance at Mithos's words. Who exactly was pulling his weight around here? Himself, of course! With a irritated sigh, he stood up and took a step forward, only to yelp when his right leg flared up in pain. Ah, he had somehow forgotten about his own wounds. The drake only shook his head at his own stupidity and merely shrugged the pain off.
"Get on my back. You'll only make things worse if you walk." The draconian being growled, walking up to him to stop him from walking any further. While that seemed to be either harsh or stupid to speak out about, he thought it was the truth.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 23, 2012 21:30:52 GMT -5
Hunched in his stance, the warlock glared upwards at the thief, practically daring him to provide further action if he expected to live through it. Mithos didn't give a care in the world that he had wounds dug into his bones, if he had to summon a mere shadow pup to gnaw this mans' ankles off, he would.
"How many times do I have to tell you-" he began to hiss, until the sound of something ginormous cracked into the Jungle floor, the noise coming from their tracks in the past. Peering over a limp shoulder, the Elvaan could find nothing physically present. But that still didn't make up for the amount of commotion that was twisting in their wake. An unsettling dread fell into the mans' stomach as he looked back toward his companion, a look of defeat placed at his lips- this time. not so much childish as the others.
"...Just turn so we can go. I rather not my grave be in this forsaken dirt pile," the voice grumbled, the Elf awaiting for Ao to turn as he rested back upon the Drake's back, putting the majority of his grip onto his light grip than his right, relieving that of as little pain as possible during this foots' travel.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 23, 2012 22:00:45 GMT -5
When Mithos threw that glare at Ao, he glared right back with a serious expression on his face. Oh no, he did not have any time for this elf's shit. He was rather sick of his stupidly strong determination to be a man. The merc was practically crippled, for time being, that is!
"No, I will-" He attempted to interrupt when the heavy sounds cracked throughout the air. He quickly looked behind them, only to find nothing. Hopefully whatever that thing was wasn't a part of Liath or his mother would have lot of explaining to do. After all, he had been gone from that city for a long while and things could have changed greatly.
The drake also felt that same dread settling in his body as he looked back at the dark elf. With a eager nod, he turned around and got on all fours once his companion was on his back once more. He started out the same way he had started on the trail before speeding up. Soon, he started to sway from the trail, obviously having something else in his mind other than following the path.
Had Ao taken that path, Mithos would soon figure out the surprise and he had a bad feeling about it. Hence the reason why he would take a random route through the forest. The hybrid hoped that, with this route, the prediction he had dared to make would be correct.
He ran on and on, the speed making things seem to be blurry at its best, until another hour went by. This time, he could not force himself to go any further. Once he reached an landmark he knew very well, which was nothing more than an odd cluster of trees and stones, he stopped there, waited for the elf to slide off before simply plopping down to the ground.
"Hghhh... I think I might have one more run in me before calling it for a day." The drake muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. All he needed was few minutes of rest before doing that final run for the day.
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Post by Jessie on Apr 23, 2012 22:13:04 GMT -5
The leave from the trail did not go unnoticed, as soon as the footprints began to stretch in a fork into a different location. While Mithos couldn't put his finger on exactly where the trail led, this was of no matter any longer.
Again the cycle commenced, seconds turned to minutes, minutes to an hour, possibly a little over before Ao halted into a new territory of the Jungle, Namos being more of a puzzle than anything. Sliding off, this time the Elf joined the Drake, plopping his buttocks to the ground and leaning against one of the rock structures. His body was easily growing exhausted, the movement of just his sides alone, becoming less tolerant to the thumping heartache of the gashes. Had it not been for the plated armor the warlock wore in the mess of the battle, the strike probably would have killed him then and there.
Tied to his waist, hung the sack of goods that remained, to which thin hands retrieved in efforts of some energy for both Ao and himself. Finding that of the two canteens, he tossed one in the Drake's direction, before twisting open the cap of his own. The cooling liquid was calming as it drained down his throat, the moist texture between his tongue just as satisfying as a 1,000 gold reward. But not enough to settle the disruptive stirs of his stomach, causing his side to tremble.
Again, he dug through the worn bag, surplus becoming short. Luckily enough, the fruits he had bought from the Kabal Markets were still intact. A bit battered, possibly bruised, but the Elf would settle for anything at this point if it meant less pains in any part of his body. There was an orange, two apples, and the small bag of slightly squished strawberries left over. After consideration, and a deep, deep, lump in the back of his stomach that demanded he do so, the Elf tossed over in addition to the water, the orange and an apple, caring not if the Dragon wanted to make due.
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Post by mourninglife on Apr 23, 2012 22:33:11 GMT -5
Ao was nearly drifting off to sleep when something sharp had hit right in the middle of his back, causing him to groan loudly. He adjusted his position so he could remain lying on the ground while seeing what exactly had hit his back. His eyes soon spotted a canteen and his hands darted to grab it. He unscrewed the top and promptly drank some of the water in it.
The drake let out a sigh at the feel of cool water within his stomach. This was what he needed after two hours of runs with breaks in between. A flash of orange and apple flying at him attracted his attention and he nimbly caught both of the fruit when they were close enough. He stared at both fruits for a moment before biting down on the apple, his fangs making quick work.
Soon, the apple was nothing more than core filled with seeds, almost similar to the ones he had tossed out over his shoulders when he was in the plains close to Kabal. Utilizing his claws, he tore through the citrus skin, doing his best to not to pierce the flesh underneath. Like before, he had tossed any fruit scraps over his shoulders before biting down on the flesh, ignoring the juices running down his chin and throat.
Within moments, he was done eating his fruits and was drinking small sips of water. He had to be smart with how much water he'd consume from this canteen in case if he needed some later.
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