Xanaphia
Biblically Accurate Bitch
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
Aurianna couldn’t be sure if the fever was leaving her lethargic and disoriented or the heartbreak. The fever made more sense, of course, but the heartbreak was more poetic. Aurianna Kallekos, legendary Paladin warrior, died of a broken heart. Not of an infection. Not of a festering wound or an attack she should have been able to dodge, to block or avoid.
Pathetic, the dark part of her mind challenged. She was supposed to die on the battlefield. She was supposed to strike down a powerful foe, and give her life to save numerous others. Buy time for an escape or something. Instead she was numbly moved by her apprentice, hardly aware of her surroundings, or the pain of her arm dying. At some point, she was no longer walking, but lying on her back, in a bed. It only made sense to close her eyes.
“What’s wrong with her?” Clara shrieked, harrowingly aware her mistress’ state was deteriorating rapidly. “is the wound that bad?”
The Physiker looked down on the shivering women, who murmured nonsense, shuddered randomly and whose eys seemed to see the beyond, and only the beyond. Pressing a hand against her skin, the Physiker sucked in breath. “Her fever could take her, if we don’t act now. She needs a cool rag, on her head. And I need a bucket, to catch the blood.”
Clara moved swiftly, grabbing the needed items, drenching a rag to place against Lady Aurianna’s head. The Physiker grabbed the arm, turning it to examine the extent of the wound. Eyes caught on the scars there, especially around her wrist. He ran a finger down one, the one that had been opened several times, bumpy from old and new scar tissue.
“Has this happened before? Does she bleed herself already?” Physiker asked, looking up at clara. The girl froze, remembering the way her mistress had opened the vein, and fed her demon. She remembered how often that arm was wrapped, while they were at the temple, and realization hit her. She had been feeding Matthias the whole time. Was she fucking him the whole time as well?
“I...don’t know,” Clara whispered, borrowing her mistress’ ability to lie casually, just for the moment. The physiker opened the scar, squeezed the arm, watching as the black blood came out like sludge.
“I don’t understand why I can’t take my vows, Master. Justine took her vows, and she is hardly older than me!” Aurianna whined, arms crossed across her chest, kicking the dead imp body at her feet. Matthias wasn’t looking at her, investigating something on the ground by him. He only sighed an exasperated sigh.
“Ari, we have been over this. I will recommend you to face your trials when you are ready. You aren’t in competition with your friend,” he chided her, still not looking at her. Aurianna just exhaled hard.
She knew, vaguely, that this wasn’t real. That these were dreams or fantasies or memories, or one of those things that flashed before one’s eyes as they passed from this world to the next. Shivering and sweating all the same time, she could feel the heat and the coldness taking her. Competing over how she would end her existence.
“How am I supposed to prove myself when they send me on these stupid, easy missions?” Aurianna complained some more.
Matthias looked at her now, blue eyes furrowed in frustration. “Tell me, Aspirant Aurianna, what do you think is the point of this mission.” The tone he used, and the way he used her title made her cringe, reaffirming the difference in their stations. She wasn’t even a paladin, and was beneath him. She liked it better when he called her Ari, like her friends did. Using her title made her feel small, made her feel like a child
“I…” She wasn’t able to answer right away, just felt a wave of embarrassment run over her. She could feel herself turning red and the fact that he was looking at her, while she turned red from embarrassment made it worse. “It’s an investigation, Master.”
“No,” Lady Aurianna murmured, stirring, she head shaking form side to side.
“Shh, mistress, it’s okay,” Clara told her, reapplying the cold rag to her forehead. Clara pressed it down against her red skin, as the droplets rolled down the side of her face.
“Almost done,” The physiker announced, squeezing her upper arm now.
She had awoken, as the sun beamed down on her eyes, leaving her irritated. “Master?” she called as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking for him. Where was he? “Master?” she shouted a bit louder, standing now, stretching greatly. She walked a ways, remembering the pond they had passed. He was probably getting some water for the-
He was naked! In the water, with his back to her. Aurianna had nearly gasped as she saw him, coming her mouth to prevent the sound form escaping. She had seen him with his shirt off, a few times, but not like this. Not with water rolling down his well-defined shoulders, his muscles tensing and working just beneath the surface.
She had seen Jeoram, most of him, anyways, though not all at once like this. Besides, Jeoram didn’t look like that. Goddess, Matthias was a man. It was evident as she looked on, as she imagined herself slipping in the water with him. Splashing him playfully, watching as the water rolled down his abs and chest. Wrapping herself in his wet embrace, letting him kiss her, hard and deep like Jeoram did. She bet he could show her a thing or two about pleasure. Instead of fumbling about her body, like Jeoram.
Her hands slid into her tights, remembering what Justine had showed her, the other day. Fingers traveling down, finding her slit, seeking the sensitive nub just above the opening. “Master,” She moaned, as she slipped into her heat.
Scarlet blood dripped from her wrist, into the bucket with the dead blood. The Physiker nodded, a weak smile forming on his lips. “We just might save it.”
“Really?” Clara asked, wanting to hope, but knowing how fragile it was.
“Look, she tenses her arm, making a fist.” He explained, wrapping up the incision he had made. “She will need to bleed it offend. One a week at least, but possibly more, depending how deep the wound went. Otherwise, prayers, to Afodisia and Verrier, that she might yet keep it.” He applied a poultice to the wound on her shoulder, still cold and grey, but color was beginning to return. “You’ll want to stay with her, until the fever breaks. Make sure she eats well, when she wakes up. “
Pathetic, the dark part of her mind challenged. She was supposed to die on the battlefield. She was supposed to strike down a powerful foe, and give her life to save numerous others. Buy time for an escape or something. Instead she was numbly moved by her apprentice, hardly aware of her surroundings, or the pain of her arm dying. At some point, she was no longer walking, but lying on her back, in a bed. It only made sense to close her eyes.
“What’s wrong with her?” Clara shrieked, harrowingly aware her mistress’ state was deteriorating rapidly. “is the wound that bad?”
The Physiker looked down on the shivering women, who murmured nonsense, shuddered randomly and whose eys seemed to see the beyond, and only the beyond. Pressing a hand against her skin, the Physiker sucked in breath. “Her fever could take her, if we don’t act now. She needs a cool rag, on her head. And I need a bucket, to catch the blood.”
Clara moved swiftly, grabbing the needed items, drenching a rag to place against Lady Aurianna’s head. The Physiker grabbed the arm, turning it to examine the extent of the wound. Eyes caught on the scars there, especially around her wrist. He ran a finger down one, the one that had been opened several times, bumpy from old and new scar tissue.
“Has this happened before? Does she bleed herself already?” Physiker asked, looking up at clara. The girl froze, remembering the way her mistress had opened the vein, and fed her demon. She remembered how often that arm was wrapped, while they were at the temple, and realization hit her. She had been feeding Matthias the whole time. Was she fucking him the whole time as well?
“I...don’t know,” Clara whispered, borrowing her mistress’ ability to lie casually, just for the moment. The physiker opened the scar, squeezed the arm, watching as the black blood came out like sludge.
“I don’t understand why I can’t take my vows, Master. Justine took her vows, and she is hardly older than me!” Aurianna whined, arms crossed across her chest, kicking the dead imp body at her feet. Matthias wasn’t looking at her, investigating something on the ground by him. He only sighed an exasperated sigh.
“Ari, we have been over this. I will recommend you to face your trials when you are ready. You aren’t in competition with your friend,” he chided her, still not looking at her. Aurianna just exhaled hard.
She knew, vaguely, that this wasn’t real. That these were dreams or fantasies or memories, or one of those things that flashed before one’s eyes as they passed from this world to the next. Shivering and sweating all the same time, she could feel the heat and the coldness taking her. Competing over how she would end her existence.
“How am I supposed to prove myself when they send me on these stupid, easy missions?” Aurianna complained some more.
Matthias looked at her now, blue eyes furrowed in frustration. “Tell me, Aspirant Aurianna, what do you think is the point of this mission.” The tone he used, and the way he used her title made her cringe, reaffirming the difference in their stations. She wasn’t even a paladin, and was beneath him. She liked it better when he called her Ari, like her friends did. Using her title made her feel small, made her feel like a child
“I…” She wasn’t able to answer right away, just felt a wave of embarrassment run over her. She could feel herself turning red and the fact that he was looking at her, while she turned red from embarrassment made it worse. “It’s an investigation, Master.”
“No,” Lady Aurianna murmured, stirring, she head shaking form side to side.
“Shh, mistress, it’s okay,” Clara told her, reapplying the cold rag to her forehead. Clara pressed it down against her red skin, as the droplets rolled down the side of her face.
“Almost done,” The physiker announced, squeezing her upper arm now.
She had awoken, as the sun beamed down on her eyes, leaving her irritated. “Master?” she called as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, looking for him. Where was he? “Master?” she shouted a bit louder, standing now, stretching greatly. She walked a ways, remembering the pond they had passed. He was probably getting some water for the-
He was naked! In the water, with his back to her. Aurianna had nearly gasped as she saw him, coming her mouth to prevent the sound form escaping. She had seen him with his shirt off, a few times, but not like this. Not with water rolling down his well-defined shoulders, his muscles tensing and working just beneath the surface.
She had seen Jeoram, most of him, anyways, though not all at once like this. Besides, Jeoram didn’t look like that. Goddess, Matthias was a man. It was evident as she looked on, as she imagined herself slipping in the water with him. Splashing him playfully, watching as the water rolled down his abs and chest. Wrapping herself in his wet embrace, letting him kiss her, hard and deep like Jeoram did. She bet he could show her a thing or two about pleasure. Instead of fumbling about her body, like Jeoram.
Her hands slid into her tights, remembering what Justine had showed her, the other day. Fingers traveling down, finding her slit, seeking the sensitive nub just above the opening. “Master,” She moaned, as she slipped into her heat.
Scarlet blood dripped from her wrist, into the bucket with the dead blood. The Physiker nodded, a weak smile forming on his lips. “We just might save it.”
“Really?” Clara asked, wanting to hope, but knowing how fragile it was.
“Look, she tenses her arm, making a fist.” He explained, wrapping up the incision he had made. “She will need to bleed it offend. One a week at least, but possibly more, depending how deep the wound went. Otherwise, prayers, to Afodisia and Verrier, that she might yet keep it.” He applied a poultice to the wound on her shoulder, still cold and grey, but color was beginning to return. “You’ll want to stay with her, until the fever breaks. Make sure she eats well, when she wakes up. “