Post by Lady Elestirne on Aug 8, 2009 12:29:26 GMT -5
Olore pulled to a halt with a snort,regarding the blood-covered Wolfblade briefly. All is well enough. The stallion's voice was almost curt. Lady Elestirne has killed the Jovian leader and the battle here is won,though the Jovians have taken Mittelmarch. We seek for Tatsumura. My lady is sorely hurt but she will recover on her own. Olore's ears suddenly swiveled away at th sound of coughing not far away,and Elestirne herself straightened in the saddle;silver-grey eyes sweeping the area as she strove to see who it was.
She raised a hand gently to silence Wolfblade as the sound of faint coughing reached them and he called out a challange. "No need Wolfblade..." Lowering her shields,she extended her senses out and touched upon a familiar presence,but weak. "It is Denendir." With an effort,Elestirne slid down from the saddle before Olore could move and made her way to where Denendir lay. Her still extended senses told her it was poison on the worst of Denendir's wounds,something that had to be dealt with immedietly. Kneeling painfully,Elestirne focused with an effort;slowly drawing forth her healing energy. Do not overextend yourself, Olore warned, as her hands began to glow with familiar silver-blue light. Remember,you are hurt as well.
Elestirne merely nodded and bent to her work. Her own pain and wounds hindered her and the energy needed to heal Denendir taxed the little strength and enegy left to her,so she focused on healing the worst of the hurts and then stopped. Without looking she knew Olore was at her side. He kneeled to allow her to half-lift Denendir into the saddle,and helped to nose her up as well;as she was now further weakened from the healing. He rose as slowly and gently as possible to avoid jarring either of them and continued to pick his way across the battlefield without any guidance from her as they continued to look for the others.
OOC: I didn't realize others were still answering. Forgive my lapse. Let's finish this up everyone,if we can.
She raised a hand gently to silence Wolfblade as the sound of faint coughing reached them and he called out a challange. "No need Wolfblade..." Lowering her shields,she extended her senses out and touched upon a familiar presence,but weak. "It is Denendir." With an effort,Elestirne slid down from the saddle before Olore could move and made her way to where Denendir lay. Her still extended senses told her it was poison on the worst of Denendir's wounds,something that had to be dealt with immedietly. Kneeling painfully,Elestirne focused with an effort;slowly drawing forth her healing energy. Do not overextend yourself, Olore warned, as her hands began to glow with familiar silver-blue light. Remember,you are hurt as well.
Elestirne merely nodded and bent to her work. Her own pain and wounds hindered her and the energy needed to heal Denendir taxed the little strength and enegy left to her,so she focused on healing the worst of the hurts and then stopped. Without looking she knew Olore was at her side. He kneeled to allow her to half-lift Denendir into the saddle,and helped to nose her up as well;as she was now further weakened from the healing. He rose as slowly and gently as possible to avoid jarring either of them and continued to pick his way across the battlefield without any guidance from her as they continued to look for the others.
OOC: I didn't realize others were still answering. Forgive my lapse. Let's finish this up everyone,if we can.