Post by Yanagi Uxinta on Aug 12, 2008 8:07:37 GMT -5
Z'kani slowly tilted her head down to look at the bloody mess that was her torso.
There was no pain, just an ice-cold sensation.
'Strange.' She thought. 'Or not; it might just mean that there's too much damage to register, so my brain's killing the pain. Survival technique; your brain stops you feeling pain until either you die or you get out of danger. The former is looking more likely at the moment, though.' Z'kani closed her eyes, calmly wondering if this was dying. Even if it wasn’t, she'd probably kill herself if she struggled and tried to get up. May as well just lay here and wait to see if she was dead or not. Then a faint frown knitted her brow. 'Dying to that stupid human? Not without fighting every last inch of the way, I won't. Now, magic...?' She opened her eyes again, scanning the area around her. A shred of her wing lay a few feet from her, scrapping her idea of using any magic stored in them. The traces of magic in her body would have to do, then she'd be fighting with skill alone. 'Fine by me. At least this way he can't target my wings anymore.' She closed her eyes again, but this time in complete concentration, not peace.
Slowly, barely noticeable at first, tendrils of dark haze started to weave around the wounds. The blood stopped almost immediately, and started to be drawn back up into her body. It was easier than using her magic to replace the blood, anyway.
Her magic was wearing thin now; despite her core magic being longer-lasting than her normal magic stored in her wings.
The gaping tears in her skin pulled together as if by an invisible needle and thread. The last of her magic sank into her wing sites, setting off the growth of her new wings. She wouldn't be flying for a few months, nor would 'winging' be entirely comfortable; imagine going through teething again when you were fully grown. It was the same basic principle.
Z'kani opened her eyes again and slowly sat up, then got to her feet.
"I've lost track of how many times I've asked you why you're so obsessed with ripping my wings off or generally targeting them." She said, turning round to face Luke, the healing leaving her in a rather bad mood to say the least. "I expect an answer this time," She said, quiet tone verging on deadly. "I'm sorely tempted to break the rule of 'no killing any sentient life forms unless they are a threat to the whole Lost Hours.' You may not pose a threat to my race or world, but you sure as hell are annoying me," She snarled, voice growing steadily louder as she drew her sword. "So answer me, about my wings." She settled back into a defensive stance than could quickly flow into an offensive one, and waited, thinking up a lie to tell her superiors as to why she'd killed a human. It wasn't them she'd have to justify her actions to, though, it was the civil rights campaigners/protesters that kept going on that even humans should be respected and not slaughtered. Respected, Z'kani could live with, if they earned it. Not slaughtering them, especially if they deserved it? That was testing her limit.
There was no pain, just an ice-cold sensation.
'Strange.' She thought. 'Or not; it might just mean that there's too much damage to register, so my brain's killing the pain. Survival technique; your brain stops you feeling pain until either you die or you get out of danger. The former is looking more likely at the moment, though.' Z'kani closed her eyes, calmly wondering if this was dying. Even if it wasn’t, she'd probably kill herself if she struggled and tried to get up. May as well just lay here and wait to see if she was dead or not. Then a faint frown knitted her brow. 'Dying to that stupid human? Not without fighting every last inch of the way, I won't. Now, magic...?' She opened her eyes again, scanning the area around her. A shred of her wing lay a few feet from her, scrapping her idea of using any magic stored in them. The traces of magic in her body would have to do, then she'd be fighting with skill alone. 'Fine by me. At least this way he can't target my wings anymore.' She closed her eyes again, but this time in complete concentration, not peace.
Slowly, barely noticeable at first, tendrils of dark haze started to weave around the wounds. The blood stopped almost immediately, and started to be drawn back up into her body. It was easier than using her magic to replace the blood, anyway.
Her magic was wearing thin now; despite her core magic being longer-lasting than her normal magic stored in her wings.
The gaping tears in her skin pulled together as if by an invisible needle and thread. The last of her magic sank into her wing sites, setting off the growth of her new wings. She wouldn't be flying for a few months, nor would 'winging' be entirely comfortable; imagine going through teething again when you were fully grown. It was the same basic principle.
Z'kani opened her eyes again and slowly sat up, then got to her feet.
"I've lost track of how many times I've asked you why you're so obsessed with ripping my wings off or generally targeting them." She said, turning round to face Luke, the healing leaving her in a rather bad mood to say the least. "I expect an answer this time," She said, quiet tone verging on deadly. "I'm sorely tempted to break the rule of 'no killing any sentient life forms unless they are a threat to the whole Lost Hours.' You may not pose a threat to my race or world, but you sure as hell are annoying me," She snarled, voice growing steadily louder as she drew her sword. "So answer me, about my wings." She settled back into a defensive stance than could quickly flow into an offensive one, and waited, thinking up a lie to tell her superiors as to why she'd killed a human. It wasn't them she'd have to justify her actions to, though, it was the civil rights campaigners/protesters that kept going on that even humans should be respected and not slaughtered. Respected, Z'kani could live with, if they earned it. Not slaughtering them, especially if they deserved it? That was testing her limit.