Filian (filian) wrote in the_forsaken, @ 2009-05-27 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | tegan, week 2 |
"Never Thirsty, Ever Drinking..."
Who: Tegan and Filian
What: Lifeguard on Duty
When: Week 1, Monday night
Where: A harbor for fishermen in the Mech City
Rating: R, for graphic stuff
Filian was making his was towards what appeared from below to be the docks of a thriving city. It had been long since he had ventured into the great upstairs, and the aquatic elf was eager to continue his quest. While swimming closer however, he heard a loud splash which he thought would be strange for this hour of the night, and soon smelt blood in the waters. Some kind of human blood.
There was no thrashing, which was very disconcerning. One who would be injured but still alive would be violently fighting the waters, but the waters were still from the lack of clumsy land-dwellers. Still hopeful, he swam near the scent and saw in the dim depths a woman chained to a block with a slit neck. He immediately called upon the spells that he'd been taught and shattered the chains into rust around her ankle, and threw a bubble of air to encompass her. He hooked his arm around her torso and drug her to the beach, not bothering to double-cheque if his necklace was functioning in enabling him to breathe the open air. He called upon healing chants that resonated with ancient rites as he held her neck, and prayed both for her healing and to avoid using the unpredictable powers of bringing one back to life.