DeathsKnight
Harmless Teddybear
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Deson
To their credit the Tigrans did not carry Deson into a tent, they had taken him to a single tree and propped him up against the trunk in the shade. His chainmail stripped from him and the numerous cuts cleaned after he had been cleaned up. His armor and shield was placed next to him and two of the female Tigrans volunteered to stand guard over him as he lay there in an almost comatose state. The two was discussing among themselves whether to wake him and the advantages of his muscular yet bulky form when Tawny found them. She looked disappointed that Deson seemed to be still out of it, but as the two guards fell silent, Deson opened his eyes and looked up at the three females, a slight grin played over his lips. The two guards knew that he had heard them as they did not talk to each other in Tigran, Tawny of course was oblivious to this, she rushed forward and explained to Deson the extend of Isis' wounds. Deson chewed his lower lip and got to his feet,
"Take me to her."
Tawny did so immediately, Deson left his armor, chainmail and shield with the two guards. Dressed in only his leather leggings and boots he strode into the medical tent, he looked Isis over and shook his head,
"If I tried to heal her the pain is most likely to kill her."
He chewed on his lip,
"There is one way...it will save her life, but not heal her completely..."
He took a deep breath, like a man about to do something he wish not to,
"Leave her side."
His order was so strange that nobody seemed to want to listen, but then they slowly stepped away. He took her left hand, his other hand he rested on the stinger,
"No matter what happens, do not touch either one of us until the light fades. If you do it can kill us both."
He closed his eyes and his head lowered to his chest, a few words fell from his lips, then a cyan light flared from his hands. It moved over Isis, it reached the sting and Deson yanked it out, a spurt of blood followed but stopped as the light flowed further. It covered Isis' body, glowed brightly, expanded and started to flow back into Deson's hands. His body went rigid and the muscles of his jaw tightened as he grit his teeth in obvious pain...then the wounds started to appear.
Deson was using empath healing, taking Isis' wounds onto himself. To his credit he did not utter a sound as his own bones broke, he did not sway or lose his footing, he stayed at his post. Then as the last of the light faded into his hands, he gasped for breath, coughed up blood and staggered backwards. Isis lay on the cot, her breathing easy, the wounds closed, her broken bones healed. Deson turned and managed to stumble to a bed, coughing up blood,
"Perhaps some wine..."
He lowered himself on to a camp chair as a coughing fit overtook him
To their credit the Tigrans did not carry Deson into a tent, they had taken him to a single tree and propped him up against the trunk in the shade. His chainmail stripped from him and the numerous cuts cleaned after he had been cleaned up. His armor and shield was placed next to him and two of the female Tigrans volunteered to stand guard over him as he lay there in an almost comatose state. The two was discussing among themselves whether to wake him and the advantages of his muscular yet bulky form when Tawny found them. She looked disappointed that Deson seemed to be still out of it, but as the two guards fell silent, Deson opened his eyes and looked up at the three females, a slight grin played over his lips. The two guards knew that he had heard them as they did not talk to each other in Tigran, Tawny of course was oblivious to this, she rushed forward and explained to Deson the extend of Isis' wounds. Deson chewed his lower lip and got to his feet,
"Take me to her."
Tawny did so immediately, Deson left his armor, chainmail and shield with the two guards. Dressed in only his leather leggings and boots he strode into the medical tent, he looked Isis over and shook his head,
"If I tried to heal her the pain is most likely to kill her."
He chewed on his lip,
"There is one way...it will save her life, but not heal her completely..."
He took a deep breath, like a man about to do something he wish not to,
"Leave her side."
His order was so strange that nobody seemed to want to listen, but then they slowly stepped away. He took her left hand, his other hand he rested on the stinger,
"No matter what happens, do not touch either one of us until the light fades. If you do it can kill us both."
He closed his eyes and his head lowered to his chest, a few words fell from his lips, then a cyan light flared from his hands. It moved over Isis, it reached the sting and Deson yanked it out, a spurt of blood followed but stopped as the light flowed further. It covered Isis' body, glowed brightly, expanded and started to flow back into Deson's hands. His body went rigid and the muscles of his jaw tightened as he grit his teeth in obvious pain...then the wounds started to appear.
Deson was using empath healing, taking Isis' wounds onto himself. To his credit he did not utter a sound as his own bones broke, he did not sway or lose his footing, he stayed at his post. Then as the last of the light faded into his hands, he gasped for breath, coughed up blood and staggered backwards. Isis lay on the cot, her breathing easy, the wounds closed, her broken bones healed. Deson turned and managed to stumble to a bed, coughing up blood,
"Perhaps some wine..."
He lowered himself on to a camp chair as a coughing fit overtook him