She watched him keenly. Her plan was sound, that creature's own pride would get the best of it, and he would be there to take advantage of it.
Her cries of pain had not been genuine, but the look of horror and fear when it grabbed Nate and began constricting its vice grip upon his neck was. Her fingers were on her dagger again, golden orbs twisted in fury as it loomed and insulted her. Her mouth opened and closed, half just wanting to speak to Nate, to tell him it was alright, half to scream and curse again at the foul creature, who spoke with the lisp of a Dhani, the face of a Myrian, and the strange twisted grasp of some old long dead tree.
Then it happened, the cold glint of steel went up into the skull of the creature, and Tinnok's brow uncreased somewhat. The creature was dying, that she didn't so much care about. Instead her gaze was focused on Nate's blue face, watching tick by tick as every last drop of oxygen was wrangled from his lungs by the very foe to which he had just slain.
There was an explosion of the smoky substance that seemed to make up the creature, its ripped tongue dissolving, limb by limb sinking into the earth. The half breed, worn and weary once again from events that were not real...not in the realm she would return to when waking, scrambled across the loamy soil to arrive at Nate's side, hands weaving over his chest, ear falling against it.
"Please male, please no." This whispered in fervent Myrian. Then in Common, "Nate? Nate...."
He didn't respond, but there was a relief felt from Tinnok then as her head and neck rose and fell with his breathing. He was alive, simply unconcious. She leaned back getting a look at him. She ran a single finger along the gash on his leg, watching as the injury seemed to mend itself following the trail of her finger. One by one she erased his injuries, tracing light lines over his tanned and muscled flesh, breathing even. He looked so peaceful sleeping there, it was almost a shame to wake him...
"I bet you wouldn't even mind..." She smiled, a finger twitching over the worn end of his belt, flicking the work leather.
When Nate woke he would find himself back at the edge of the water, any signs of rot and death vanished from their previous encounter. Tinnok, her back to him, was poking at a small crackling fire gently, shifting the already gleaming embers, to ward away the encroaching night bells to come.
"Feeling better Nathanial?" Her voice held a sharp edge of sardonic humor, but when her eyes glanced over her shoulder, washing over him with an enjoyable scrutiny, there was nothing but genuine concern behind them.
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Her cries of pain had not been genuine, but the look of horror and fear when it grabbed Nate and began constricting its vice grip upon his neck was. Her fingers were on her dagger again, golden orbs twisted in fury as it loomed and insulted her. Her mouth opened and closed, half just wanting to speak to Nate, to tell him it was alright, half to scream and curse again at the foul creature, who spoke with the lisp of a Dhani, the face of a Myrian, and the strange twisted grasp of some old long dead tree.
Then it happened, the cold glint of steel went up into the skull of the creature, and Tinnok's brow uncreased somewhat. The creature was dying, that she didn't so much care about. Instead her gaze was focused on Nate's blue face, watching tick by tick as every last drop of oxygen was wrangled from his lungs by the very foe to which he had just slain.
There was an explosion of the smoky substance that seemed to make up the creature, its ripped tongue dissolving, limb by limb sinking into the earth. The half breed, worn and weary once again from events that were not real...not in the realm she would return to when waking, scrambled across the loamy soil to arrive at Nate's side, hands weaving over his chest, ear falling against it.
"Please male, please no." This whispered in fervent Myrian. Then in Common, "Nate? Nate...."
He didn't respond, but there was a relief felt from Tinnok then as her head and neck rose and fell with his breathing. He was alive, simply unconcious. She leaned back getting a look at him. She ran a single finger along the gash on his leg, watching as the injury seemed to mend itself following the trail of her finger. One by one she erased his injuries, tracing light lines over his tanned and muscled flesh, breathing even. He looked so peaceful sleeping there, it was almost a shame to wake him...
"I bet you wouldn't even mind..." She smiled, a finger twitching over the worn end of his belt, flicking the work leather.
When Nate woke he would find himself back at the edge of the water, any signs of rot and death vanished from their previous encounter. Tinnok, her back to him, was poking at a small crackling fire gently, shifting the already gleaming embers, to ward away the encroaching night bells to come.
"Feeling better Nathanial?" Her voice held a sharp edge of sardonic humor, but when her eyes glanced over her shoulder, washing over him with an enjoyable scrutiny, there was nothing but genuine concern behind them.
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