forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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"Iris!" Azriel scolded, walking over to Arabella and snapping the ice with a swift kick of her steel-tipped boot. Gently, she took Arabella's arm and, less gently, half-dragged her back into the cave.

Bella might’ve never screamed so loud in her life. “No! I don’t want to hurt anyone! What if the winds magic!” Arabella scrambled against Azriel as she dragged her back to the cave but she was unsuccessful as she was still quite weak from the long journey.

Azriel covered Arabella's mouth with a hand to shut her up. "Idiot. You are acting like an idiot. You think you're such a danger, you're so scared of everything. You're going to kill yourself, and then you'll see where that fear gets you," she hissed, pacing back and forth. She was well aware that Arabella couldn't understand her, and that was probably a good thing. She didn't like to be hurtful, but Arabella had finally gotten to be too much.

Bella snapped. She focused on Azriels mind commanding her drop her. Once she was free (I have mind control. I just remembered that little fact) she decided to show Azriel that she wasn’t just a danger to herself. She flooded the angles mind covering every corner and her voice in Azriel mind screaming at the angel the slice the skin of her left arm. It wasn’t through words. Just through the thoughts she kept pushing into her mind. blade. Skin. Slice. Blood. She began to lose control, as if she was watching herself do these things. She kept transmitting to Azriel to cut her other arm. Her leg. Her torso. She couldn’t stop. She tried to tell her body to stop giving the angel these thoughts. But she couldn’t. It was as if she’s was a ghost. She had no power over herself. Her mind. She was useless.

Azriel screamed a guttural, piercing scream that echoed through her bones. She contorted wildly, collapsing in pain as she felt her eyelids shut. Was her arm even attached to her body? She couldn't tell. She could feel blood dripping from what seemed like every pore in her body. Stupid child, she thought before blacking out completely.

Now it was Bella’s turn to scream as she saw what she done. “STOP! PLEASE STOP!” She had to stop!

A flaming Tiger jumped and landed on Bella's chest sending both crashing into the floor. Clare's plan wasn't exactly the nicest way of doing things but knocking the girl out would stop her magic which she appeared to be having trouble doing, still she wouldn't envy the headache the poor girl would have in the morning. She then went to work restraining Azriel, the girl may have passed out but it seemed like Bella's magic was still running through her mind. She pried the knife out of the angels hand and began bandaging the cuts on the girls arms, they were deep and looked serious, if only they were closer to home, she knew a healer there who could take care of this properly. "Iris, Stay calm, don't strangle Bella, come here and help me, we need to stitch up the angels's wounds and clean them out before more problem's can be caused, we'll need your ice to keep her arm from swelling come on." Bella pulled her medical supplies from her bag and grabbed the needle and medical thread. "Work on bandaging the cuts that don't need sewn up, we don't want her bleeding out." Clare was shockingly calm, her voice was steady and strong, she was trained for situations like this one, and for the millionth time she was grateful for the extensive education she had received.

Clare’s words slid in one ear and dashed out the other, like it could sense the icy rage settling in Iris’s mind. The elf, herself, appeared to be the epitome of calm. Silent. As the temperature around her plunged, she took one step forward. “What did you do,” Iris seethed. Another step. And before the elf could give herself a reality check, her magic was sinking. Sinking into Arabella’s flesh, digging into her veins, finding the powerhouse and concentrating on… her heart. The human grew impossibly pale as her blood congealed slowly. Another step. Almost there. Her insides numbed. Another ste- the Yrnan wobbled as she set her weight on Azriel’s leg, the sight dimming her swirling silver eyes. Snapped out of the trance, she fell to her knees.

Azriel cried out in pain, feeling something touch her, and bolted upright, only to fall back to the ground, gritting her teeth. She inhaled sharply, causing her to cough, wiping blood from her lips. Damn, this stuff was everywhere, she thought almost hysterically as she tried to hold her breath so she wouldn't cough again.

Eltin curses spewed from her mouth as Iris’s eyes roamed over all the blood. The red blinded her, her previous murdering intent fading into a washed out exhaustion. Adjusting herself, the elf gently pried open one of Azriel’s cold hands and grasped it. Anchoring herself into reality with that cold hand.

Azriel clutched Iris's hand desperately, trying and failing to relax her grip. For the first time in a long time, she felt… cold? Usually, Azriel was warm, especially with her wings, but she couldn't feel her wings, either, and besides random jolting pains that made her flinch violently, all she could feel was Iris's hand, and how cold she was.

Clare Began her work talking slowly as she went, commanding her smaller cats to curl up on Azriel's chest keeping her warm, Mira was still occupied keeping Bella still. "Alright, it's all going to be alright, stay still, this will definitely hurt, but you need to stay still, Iris please, please tell her to hold still, I can give her something to bite on if she needs it but if she doesn't hold still I could cause more damage and rip the skin, if I rip the skin we'll have to cut another smooth surface and we don't want that." She sterilized her needle and wiped the area around the first cut the best she could.

Azriel flinched, inhaling sharply. A needle. Her worst nightmare. Taking deep breaths, she closed her eyes and tried not to hyperventilate.

Clare began her work moving slowly and singing a soft song with a soothing melody in her native language, it was more for her benefit then for the Angel. She worked as quickly at possible moving from one slice to the next, at least the cut's were all straight, they would heal better and were easier to sew up. She continued up and down each arm sewing up all of the cut's that would need it, she tied off the last one and cut the line. "Alright hard parts over, we still have to disinfect the little ones and we'll need to bandage all of them but the hard parts over." She took out more bandages and continued to work, she also grabbed some water packs, she didn't open them but instead handed them to Iris, "Can you freeze them? We'll want to keep her arm's from swelling to much and the'll need iced for that."