"Noooo! Noooo!" the diminutive Charoda cried, gripping fiercely upon it's parent. The mother seemed to be speaking in the language of their people toward the child, desperately attempting to remove him from his father, but with little success. Blood was just everywhere from all manners of races now. The metallic smell of its very freshness was so strongly in the air, untainted by the scent of decay due to the newness of all of the injuries. Indeed, everything had in fact 'happened so fast' that death hadn't even gotten a chance to have its way with the bodies yet.
The Dhani, though dealing with an especially painful injury, had the least potential for dying. Quite luckily the fleshy female object struck protected from the blade going any deeper and carving deeply into something much more necessary in her body. "He's not like this, he's not!" the child said, those dark eyes staring upward at Kalila.
"My mate, he has changed. Do not defile his remains." the mother spoke, almost appearing to prepare to shoo Kalila away. Despite her reluctance in having anything to do with the healer, the child seemed desperate enough to overcome any potential skepticism.
"No, she said she'll help! Please help my daddy. Do anything you can, anything." the weeping youngster fumbled a bit over his words. Of course, looking at the various injuries the mother knew that her husband would be joining with the coral soon.
"I cannot." S'Vanka replied. She was clearly very focused, but it was her own injuries that were making her attempts at healing Hethe so difficult. The divinity channeled through her was fueled by the force of her own will, her own confidence, and just like anyone it began to wane as her concentrated lapsed here and there from her beaten state.
It essentially appeared as if there was no hope for the Charoda, but perhaps it was better that way? Just how much death had he managed to deal out before finally succumbing to his own wounds. It was fitting that a killer had met his own end, wasn't it? It wouldn't be until Kalila turned back toward the injured man at her feet that she would feel an unusual sensation tracing down her shoulder. Long, dark locks fell across her skin, blown slightly in a short, stiff breeze. The medical kit fell to the ground, released by the fair hands of a pale skinned, dark haired woman. She seemed to be taller than Kalila by several inches. Leather laces traced their ways across her ankles from a pair of sandals she wore, disappearing into her white, volumious robes.
"Oh my child..." her hands came down across Kalila's shoulders, and they had with them such a powerful warmth. It was as if the sun was showing brightly down upon her, radiating all around from the deserts sands back home, "...to think you cold would be impossible with this level of warmth in your heart. So quickly you forgive, it is a rare thing." for a moment the woman's hand began moving across Kalila's shoulder inward, toward the source of her injury. It almost appeared as if it's destination was someplace inappropriate, however it seemed to stop right at the depression between her collar bones. A strange numbness filled her pain for a moment, but so quickly had it faded it was almost like washing dirt from a pair of soiled hands, and with it went Kalila's injury. Simply standing next to the woman felt like being in the direct vicinity of a beacon of life. She turned Kalila by the shoulders slightly so they could more directly face one another, "You've already shown the desire to help this man, would you allow me to help you then?"
The Dhani, though dealing with an especially painful injury, had the least potential for dying. Quite luckily the fleshy female object struck protected from the blade going any deeper and carving deeply into something much more necessary in her body. "He's not like this, he's not!" the child said, those dark eyes staring upward at Kalila.
"My mate, he has changed. Do not defile his remains." the mother spoke, almost appearing to prepare to shoo Kalila away. Despite her reluctance in having anything to do with the healer, the child seemed desperate enough to overcome any potential skepticism.
"No, she said she'll help! Please help my daddy. Do anything you can, anything." the weeping youngster fumbled a bit over his words. Of course, looking at the various injuries the mother knew that her husband would be joining with the coral soon.
"I cannot." S'Vanka replied. She was clearly very focused, but it was her own injuries that were making her attempts at healing Hethe so difficult. The divinity channeled through her was fueled by the force of her own will, her own confidence, and just like anyone it began to wane as her concentrated lapsed here and there from her beaten state.
It essentially appeared as if there was no hope for the Charoda, but perhaps it was better that way? Just how much death had he managed to deal out before finally succumbing to his own wounds. It was fitting that a killer had met his own end, wasn't it? It wouldn't be until Kalila turned back toward the injured man at her feet that she would feel an unusual sensation tracing down her shoulder. Long, dark locks fell across her skin, blown slightly in a short, stiff breeze. The medical kit fell to the ground, released by the fair hands of a pale skinned, dark haired woman. She seemed to be taller than Kalila by several inches. Leather laces traced their ways across her ankles from a pair of sandals she wore, disappearing into her white, volumious robes.
"Oh my child..." her hands came down across Kalila's shoulders, and they had with them such a powerful warmth. It was as if the sun was showing brightly down upon her, radiating all around from the deserts sands back home, "...to think you cold would be impossible with this level of warmth in your heart. So quickly you forgive, it is a rare thing." for a moment the woman's hand began moving across Kalila's shoulder inward, toward the source of her injury. It almost appeared as if it's destination was someplace inappropriate, however it seemed to stop right at the depression between her collar bones. A strange numbness filled her pain for a moment, but so quickly had it faded it was almost like washing dirt from a pair of soiled hands, and with it went Kalila's injury. Simply standing next to the woman felt like being in the direct vicinity of a beacon of life. She turned Kalila by the shoulders slightly so they could more directly face one another, "You've already shown the desire to help this man, would you allow me to help you then?"
