05-02-2017, 07:20 PM
Sandrise barreled down the alley-way and out, carrying Azurei upon her back. She knew where they were to be headed, but it was up to her to get them there safely. There were no second chances, not when this was happening again. her eyes scanned the streets, darting behind or over guards as to remain hard to identify. But she was forced to stop as she arrived at something unexpected. A checkpoint, light-shields, many guards. She skulked into the shadows, noting the few shady denizens there who pressed against the walls or readied a weapon in nervousness of the beast who entered the alleyway. Of course she wasn't there to fight. A whisper in her ear, she flicked her ear softly and pressed forwards. Listening to the shadowed individuals who watched her. She was not interested in remembering any of them or the architecture, instead focusing all her effort into reacting and adapting to the circumstances. But she needed to pass the checkpoint, and the roofs were a bad idea. That meant the only approach would be a frontal one. It was a poor choice, but Azurei had a plan. As there were few alternatives and they couldn't simply teleport everywhere. Those runes took two weeks to charge after placement, and he had none of them around here that hadn't already been used or were even close to charged.
So what was Azurei's plan? Cloaking azurei might sound like a good idea to the uninformed. But of course Sandrise, the cat herself, was almost completely 'immune' to any magics she wasn't directly weakening herself to on purpose. And she had to focus too much for something like that for it to work. So then, what might the plan be? Her ear flicked again. Cloaked in flames of course, as well as something else. The sound of footsteps. Moving about the alleyway, no form to go with it. A tarp was pulled from someone's supplies, stealing, of course, the usual, a shady merchant freaking for a moment before it flew upwards in a spread. The weight returned to sandrise back as the cloth folded over her. There was a moment where the merchant had gotten back his courage, but by then it was too late. Sandrise burst out of the alleyway, tarp held above her vision as the guards turned to look towards the awkward sight. For a moment, they started laughing, the awkward bulge on her back. They knew who they were looking for, and he wasn't going to get past them by hiding under a tarp.
Their expression blanked as the plastic material suddenly sparked with flame, a fire that caused civies to recoil and bound away. The tarp lowered completely over her vision, she couldn't see anymore as she pushed forwards and did not stop, although she did jump reactively as she saw something about to trip her up. At this point the tarp slid down further covering her entire form as, for the shortest moment if felt like her nose had impacted a solid wall through the tarp, it was painful as it had turned back her neck before managing to push the rest of the way through via her momentum. The tarp discintegrated wildly as her feet hit the ground. Spreading ashed cinders of plastic about as she kept going, hearing the yell go up that the animal had escaped. No riders. Azurei's only complaint of course was that he may have singed his clothing doing that. But sandrise didn't react, she had fur to contend with, and she cannot simply put on a new coat of fur...
A period of time laying low had done them good, well, mostly. Azurei seemed to be getting sick, somehow, or rather, he was beginning to look more sickly and act slightly erratically. The stress seemed to be eating at him pretty badly on top of his injury. As this was all too familiar a situation in some ways, though in others not so much. Maybe it was just their true fate: wandering vagrants for life. The death of their pack and scattering of the last shard that remained was pretty good evidence that some higher power up there didn't want them around anymore. At least that's what it felt like, having your home destroyed, then getting chased from planet to planet because of a simple mistake that snowballed, or some malicious entity ending with him making even worse mistakes than usual. Who writes this shit anyways right? But there sits Azurei, bandaged side where an injury that hadn't healed right opened back up.
They were once again outside town, though by they I mean Azurei alone. It was easier to avoid the guards that way. With manhunts being rare due to the relative danger of such a thing, coupled with the fact he is an advanced enchanter, he can mark up an area so much that nothing they don't want can get in no matter what by using simple misdirection and evasive illusions. Only someone with the ability to see through the invisible and the impassable might be able to enter. It was just a small grove of trees in the nearby forest after all. But at least it gave them something simple to actually call home for a bit. Muster a bit of morale up again. The only real issue was food. Being wanted limited their options across the board. And that meant stealing and foraging to get by. Things that only Azureis was acclimate to. And so she was off, bounding about somewhere to find some grubby opportunity to snap up before it was gone. And azurei? He was just trying to rest while he felt his injury seize up again as the flesh around it stung and burned slightly, it wasn't infected, it just wouldn't heal. And there was nothing out of the ordinary when either of them checked the wound. It just looked like a hole in his side, a hole that wouldn't flippin heal. T
The opal sat suspended above his shoulder. Small streams of light seeming to draw into it from several directions around it. Causing the air to shimmer as if a mist was present for a few inches around it. Usually it was hard to tell exactly whether the stone was giving off light or absorbing it, but right now, that fact gave itself away to anybody who saw it. Which was no-one at all as Azurei was alone. Feeling his bandages moistened with his own blood again he moaned slightly, if the injury didn't heal soon he'd be better off turning himself in... And... No, that would be worse than death at this point for them... He promised they wouldn't be completely separated again less than a week ago. But here they were with her having to go out on her own to take care of him... She was family after all. But no matter what his pride ate at him a bit. Why should he be resigned to sit there, waiting for her to feed him like a young chick who had not learned to stand on their own yet? ... He tried to sit up and almost blacked out as the pain shot out up his side to his damned shoulders. Oh, of course how could he ever... Stupid... The most he could do would be to practice his incantation with his remaining foot. It had been quite sloppy on the eden above, most of them in the guard station hadn't even been operative when he left. So he resigned to draw and redraw a basic "Flush" rune to practice where he sat. Eyes set aglow as they flickered in an odd pattern beyond his awareness.
The sound of sliding claws netted a rise of his head as he looked around for sandrise. She had been the one who'd been doing that so she didn't scare him after all. Ahh... There she was. As she approached slowly and laid down next to him. Eyes as alight as they always were. And he rubbed at the curled spikes on her back and the fur between rather passively before relaxing back again as his eyes stung slightly, so he stopped with the glowy glowy now. The opal slowly sliding back down his sleeve as he lifted his arm to retake it as the light faded. Revealing once more that this grove was not very well lit on it's own, even during the daytime when the skies weren't overcast... He needed his bandages changed again. He could at least do that though, right? Of course once he had, he'd wished he was more patient. As they didn't feel right even though he was sure the injury was bandaged correctly, and it was. Not to mention it took a long ass time to do and hurt like hell while he did it.
The worst part overall though was that he didn't have his sister to blame for the pain this time. He actually kind of started sobbing for a little while in a moment of weakness before time saw to it that he could not continue. And once more he simply relaxed against the tree. Looking around now at all the packs of supplies and other such antiquities that she'd managed to nick. Most of it was useless stuff she'd taken in the hopes of fencing it or something so she could buy food. He figured they had plenty of space here. They even had a set of tarps with one suspended in the air by numerous wooden and steel poles she'd stolen from a construction site. Of course the missing supplies would be more directly logged there... But they could totally have the stuff back eventually anyways.. So in their mind she was just, borrowing those parts.
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So what was Azurei's plan? Cloaking azurei might sound like a good idea to the uninformed. But of course Sandrise, the cat herself, was almost completely 'immune' to any magics she wasn't directly weakening herself to on purpose. And she had to focus too much for something like that for it to work. So then, what might the plan be? Her ear flicked again. Cloaked in flames of course, as well as something else. The sound of footsteps. Moving about the alleyway, no form to go with it. A tarp was pulled from someone's supplies, stealing, of course, the usual, a shady merchant freaking for a moment before it flew upwards in a spread. The weight returned to sandrise back as the cloth folded over her. There was a moment where the merchant had gotten back his courage, but by then it was too late. Sandrise burst out of the alleyway, tarp held above her vision as the guards turned to look towards the awkward sight. For a moment, they started laughing, the awkward bulge on her back. They knew who they were looking for, and he wasn't going to get past them by hiding under a tarp.
Their expression blanked as the plastic material suddenly sparked with flame, a fire that caused civies to recoil and bound away. The tarp lowered completely over her vision, she couldn't see anymore as she pushed forwards and did not stop, although she did jump reactively as she saw something about to trip her up. At this point the tarp slid down further covering her entire form as, for the shortest moment if felt like her nose had impacted a solid wall through the tarp, it was painful as it had turned back her neck before managing to push the rest of the way through via her momentum. The tarp discintegrated wildly as her feet hit the ground. Spreading ashed cinders of plastic about as she kept going, hearing the yell go up that the animal had escaped. No riders. Azurei's only complaint of course was that he may have singed his clothing doing that. But sandrise didn't react, she had fur to contend with, and she cannot simply put on a new coat of fur...
A period of time laying low had done them good, well, mostly. Azurei seemed to be getting sick, somehow, or rather, he was beginning to look more sickly and act slightly erratically. The stress seemed to be eating at him pretty badly on top of his injury. As this was all too familiar a situation in some ways, though in others not so much. Maybe it was just their true fate: wandering vagrants for life. The death of their pack and scattering of the last shard that remained was pretty good evidence that some higher power up there didn't want them around anymore. At least that's what it felt like, having your home destroyed, then getting chased from planet to planet because of a simple mistake that snowballed, or some malicious entity ending with him making even worse mistakes than usual. Who writes this shit anyways right? But there sits Azurei, bandaged side where an injury that hadn't healed right opened back up.
They were once again outside town, though by they I mean Azurei alone. It was easier to avoid the guards that way. With manhunts being rare due to the relative danger of such a thing, coupled with the fact he is an advanced enchanter, he can mark up an area so much that nothing they don't want can get in no matter what by using simple misdirection and evasive illusions. Only someone with the ability to see through the invisible and the impassable might be able to enter. It was just a small grove of trees in the nearby forest after all. But at least it gave them something simple to actually call home for a bit. Muster a bit of morale up again. The only real issue was food. Being wanted limited their options across the board. And that meant stealing and foraging to get by. Things that only Azureis was acclimate to. And so she was off, bounding about somewhere to find some grubby opportunity to snap up before it was gone. And azurei? He was just trying to rest while he felt his injury seize up again as the flesh around it stung and burned slightly, it wasn't infected, it just wouldn't heal. And there was nothing out of the ordinary when either of them checked the wound. It just looked like a hole in his side, a hole that wouldn't flippin heal. T
The opal sat suspended above his shoulder. Small streams of light seeming to draw into it from several directions around it. Causing the air to shimmer as if a mist was present for a few inches around it. Usually it was hard to tell exactly whether the stone was giving off light or absorbing it, but right now, that fact gave itself away to anybody who saw it. Which was no-one at all as Azurei was alone. Feeling his bandages moistened with his own blood again he moaned slightly, if the injury didn't heal soon he'd be better off turning himself in... And... No, that would be worse than death at this point for them... He promised they wouldn't be completely separated again less than a week ago. But here they were with her having to go out on her own to take care of him... She was family after all. But no matter what his pride ate at him a bit. Why should he be resigned to sit there, waiting for her to feed him like a young chick who had not learned to stand on their own yet? ... He tried to sit up and almost blacked out as the pain shot out up his side to his damned shoulders. Oh, of course how could he ever... Stupid... The most he could do would be to practice his incantation with his remaining foot. It had been quite sloppy on the eden above, most of them in the guard station hadn't even been operative when he left. So he resigned to draw and redraw a basic "Flush" rune to practice where he sat. Eyes set aglow as they flickered in an odd pattern beyond his awareness.
The sound of sliding claws netted a rise of his head as he looked around for sandrise. She had been the one who'd been doing that so she didn't scare him after all. Ahh... There she was. As she approached slowly and laid down next to him. Eyes as alight as they always were. And he rubbed at the curled spikes on her back and the fur between rather passively before relaxing back again as his eyes stung slightly, so he stopped with the glowy glowy now. The opal slowly sliding back down his sleeve as he lifted his arm to retake it as the light faded. Revealing once more that this grove was not very well lit on it's own, even during the daytime when the skies weren't overcast... He needed his bandages changed again. He could at least do that though, right? Of course once he had, he'd wished he was more patient. As they didn't feel right even though he was sure the injury was bandaged correctly, and it was. Not to mention it took a long ass time to do and hurt like hell while he did it.
The worst part overall though was that he didn't have his sister to blame for the pain this time. He actually kind of started sobbing for a little while in a moment of weakness before time saw to it that he could not continue. And once more he simply relaxed against the tree. Looking around now at all the packs of supplies and other such antiquities that she'd managed to nick. Most of it was useless stuff she'd taken in the hopes of fencing it or something so she could buy food. He figured they had plenty of space here. They even had a set of tarps with one suspended in the air by numerous wooden and steel poles she'd stolen from a construction site. Of course the missing supplies would be more directly logged there... But they could totally have the stuff back eventually anyways.. So in their mind she was just, borrowing those parts.
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