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Post by Cormia Aghony on Apr 13, 2012 12:26:25 GMT -5
"Good heavens," she said as her eyes shot open at the sound of her phone going off. Phury was nowhere to be seen, Aggie wasn't making a sound. This is odd she thought to herself as she got out of the bed and made her way to the phone on the dresser. She picked it up and read it, her breath catching in her chest. "Dearest Virgin Scribe! I have to go!"
Checking in Aggie's room, she saw a note stating that the doggen had taken him out to play per Phury's request; thanking the Scribe for that, she went to the closet and threw on a light purple sundress, a pair of white sandals and put her hair up in a bun. "I think that's all," she said to herself as she tucked her phone into the small pocket on the dress, closed her eyes and dematted to the Great Camp.
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Post by Cormia Aghony on Apr 13, 2012 13:42:40 GMT -5
She appeared in the living area of the Great Camp and instantly felt something amiss. "Chosen, where are you?" she called out as she walked through the house, taking everything in. She breathed deep and winced, praying to the Virgin Scribe that she was wrong in her feelings. "Hello?" she called again as she made her way up the stairs towards the bedrooms.
A slight shiver went through her and she put a hand to her head as she entered one of the rooms. There on the bed lay one of the Chosen, sweat dampening her brow, her face pale and her skin clammy. "Oh," was all she said as she walked over and gently placed a hand on her forehead. "You haven't entered into it completely, dearest one."
The Chosen was entering her needing and from the looks of it, she had made it to the Camp just in time. She had to get her to the Other Side, quickly, so as to not throw the rest of the Chosen into their needing. "Come on, sweetheart, we'll make it through this together." The Chosen looked at her and said sadly, "Truly it hurts in my heart that I cannot help our race." She looked at the poor girl lying helpless on the bed and brushed the hair out of her face with her hand. "I know, darling, I know. I wish that I knew how to change this, but I do not. I do know, however, that we have to get you to the other side. Lest you trigger a response in the manor and make everyone need to be sequestered."
The Chosen smiled weakly up at her and winced, gripping her stomach. "Hurry, Cormia. Please, hurry."
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Post by Phury Aghony Midnight on Apr 13, 2012 14:19:42 GMT -5
He had left their mated room not long after the session of denial as he was calling it happened. Having had left the mansion completely for some fresh air, he spent far too long out that he barely made it back in time before daylight hit. Breathing low and lower still, he opened the door to the their mated room and his breath stopped completely.
She was asleep, he could sense her shallowed breaths and slowed heartbeat. He took off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor and slid into bed but she didn't budge. Didn't turn or mumble or moan, even with him placing a kiss to her neck or whispering her name.
Yeah this was exactly how the past couple of days have been going for him. Ignore Phury has taken full effect. Turning over he swung his feet over the edge and sat up. Slamming his hand down on the bed he stood and threw his clothes back on. Walking over to Aggie's room, he was starting to stir so he wrote Mia a quick note after gathering him up and getting him dressed. Putting his finger up to his lips to motion him to stay quiet and let his mahmen rest, they made their way out of the room. Meeting a doggen downstairs he asked her to take his son for a bit as Cormia was still sleeping and he had some very important dealing to attend too.
Not really a lie, he was on his way to beat the hell out of a bag or two in the training center.
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Post by Cormia Aghony on Apr 13, 2012 15:40:34 GMT -5
She stroked the Chosen's hair again and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Lets go," she whispered against the feverish forehead before closing her eyes and relaxing. She felt the Chosen relax underneath her arms and smiled as she pictured that beautiful landscape; it had once been white, no color at all.... Until her hellren had changed everything about it. Now the rolling hills were bright green, the sky was a beautiful blue with clouds so fluffy that it looked like you could curl up with one and use it as a pillow. The breeze was blowing, the air smelled of jasmine and every worry or thought she had disappeared as she inhaled deeply.
The Chosen was holding onto her weakly as they headed towards the infirmary; another Chosen was coming towards them with a worried expression on her face. "Is everything okay, Cormia?" she asked as she stopped in front of them, her hand immediately going to hold onto the sick Chosen. "Truly, everything is fine. She is going into her needing and will require aid. Perhaps a tea with passion flower and chamomile?"
The Chosen nodded and took the sick Chosen to the Infirmary with a promise to make everything better soon. She sent up a quick prayer to the Scribe Virgin that her sister would make it through this needing with ease.
She took one last look around and let out a sigh before closing her eyes and willing herself back to the Great Camp.
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