Open Wandering

[Xavior Silhouette]

Winter 20th 512AV It had been long winters nights after Xavior had fled to the forest around Zeltiva after the initial confrontation during the day. His arms and chest still wrapped in rough fabric used as bandages to keep the bleeding from occurring yet again. The greeting to Zeltiva had left a truly bitter taste in his mouth, but he did not hold any grudges to the men that had fired arrows and swung sword at him. His bitterness came from a potential misunderstanding, Wrenmae had talked of the city and his intentions with it. However, he never mentioned the way ziths were treated. He would of surely been killed if it wasn't for the fact he was only faced by some of the Zeltiva's guards. "The first arrow flew true, the burn in my arm still burns today. I didn't know I bled green, it only reminded me of the differences I share to the creatures of the world." Xavior spoke as he walked through the pass toward the city once more. His body was tall, statuesque, different than others. The horns on the top of his head were a deep violet color the tips of each branch like extension were colored that of gold. Like an alien landscape, his hair was white as snow, snow that covered the roots of purple trees with gold flowers. "I'm finally able to walk, I must be stupid. I should of left while I had the chance. Yet here I am during the night like a ghost as it haunts the paths of Zeltiva. Walking to a death trap on the simple urge to confront a comrade." Xavior continued to speak as he moved further into the city wary of the woods. "Leth, guide and conceal me as I attempt the foolish. A wolf in sheep's clothing." Xavior gave a quick prayer before he found himself on the western streets of Zeltiva. The long robe he wore was soiled with unusual blood, the green pools created a sort of tye-die style of patterns. The edges were frayed a new one would be required if he could find a shop open at this hour. Aimlessly he wandered and took in the sights of the city memorizing visual cues. He memorized and deduced possible routes of escape if the sun were to rise in an instant right then and now. Skittish, he kept his faithful weapon close, a small crossbow that had not been pointed at anything but animals for a long while. "Where would an inn be in this city?" He thought back to the other cities he had visited. Many were located at the entrance, but others were located at the center of the city. "Where to go?" Xavior wondered as he limped his way around on the street.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a and Meka had a busy day today, their morning started off with a tour of the market and what it all had to offer, ending with their, or rather Nai’as, fortune being told. They wondered around the streets of Zeltiva to get a good idea of where everything was, and of course the best places to shop. Nai’a’s weakness was beautiful jewelry and gowns; she could not help that feminine side of her. Nai’a and Meka went to rest in their room when the sun started to set, and Meka fell right to sleep, but Nai’a could not sleep for some reason. So she decided she would walk around the western portion of Zeltiva, steering clear of the east side at this time of night.

As she was walking her thoughts were consumed with her job at the infirmary, then to animals, and then she realized she forgot to leave something for Meka to eat, which would mean he would tear things apart looking for something. Nai’a murmured a curse under her breath, as panic seeped into her system. She had to rush and get there before that little demon tore her room apart. Nai’a began to run towards the Worlds End Grotto, in a panic, not noticing anything in front of her, just going in the known direction, a direction she knew well now, letting her feet guide her, her mind racing with what her room must look like, and how the owner’s face was going to look.

Then Nai’a ran into something rather hard and big, making her stumble backwards a few feet. She tried to find her feeting, looking rather awkward at the clumsy dance she was doing, but she failed and fail face first into some snow that was on the ground. Nai’a groaned and lifted her head up shaking it from side to side, to rid herself of the blurriness her vision had become. “Did I just hit a tree?” Nai’a asked in a sluggish tone, not directing the question to no one in particular, but saying it a loud none the less.

[Xavior Silhouette]

The sounds of small talk, a familiar sound that Xavior had grown quite acquainted too. Denzians and night owls stood outside of buildings chatting with comrades and acquaintances. Clandestine petitions of sexual favors occurred around him and to some who were gifted in living in more civilized of areas would of found the conversations quite lewd and disgusting. But it was something that was normal compared to the city of Sunberth. He rounded a corner and looked at the dimly lit signs of shops and businesses taking not of them. It seemed most of the shops doubled as homes, perhaps that would come in benefit later during his stay in Zeltiva. "Hmm perhaps I can buy a new robe at night, oof." Xavor felt his body lurch forward for a moment as something collided into the side of his body. He took a step forward to regain his balance before he turned on a dime to spy who had run into him. His heart thumped in his chest, "this is it, I'm dead," he thought. But when he turned he was met with an unusual sight. Pink wasn't a color he normally would see atop someone's head. "Perhaps, being tall isn't the only thing to draw eyes." He looked a bit unsure of himself as he eyed the woman on the ground. He waited a moment as it appeared she began to recompose herself down in the slush of half melted snow. "Woops," he said cheerfully before he leaned down and extended a hand. "I guess I could be mistaken for an ornament. Even still it is quite amusing you would of run into me." He waited for the woman to accept his hand or reject it. Either of which he continued, "what is the hurry, someone chasing you?"

[Nai'a]

Nai’a was bit dazed and confused, spitting out some slush and other things she would rather not even think about. Her mind was not quite right, she really thought she hit a small tree in the middle of the city, then she heard a voice from above her, and realized she ran into a person. Her cheeks ignited in a bright red at the embarrassment, even more so now that her hood was down and her pink hair was out. She brought enough attention to herself by the clumsy display of the attempted and failed run. She shook her head slightly from side to side, registering the words of the male’s voice above her she raised her head and saw his hand extended out to help her.


Nai’a placed her small hand into his larger one, letting him help her up from the snow covered ground. She quickly put her hood up over her hair, not wanting to bring any more attention than she already had by her fall, even though it was probably too late for that. “Oh no, I wasn’t being chased by anyone. Thank you for your assistance sir. Your kindness is appreciated, and your body is rather hard..” Nai’a’s voice came out in a soft low tone, as she rubbed her head underneath her hood, and looked at the man standing before her. He had horns, beautiful violet colored horns that matched his mystical violet eyes, which circled around his long stark white hair. His remarkable exotic features made her less self-conscious of her own, as she examined the man before her with her dark grey eyes.


“You have beautiful horns..” Nai’a muttered her thoughts out loud, she must have hit her head harder than she thought, she never really spoke her mind. Nai’a shook her head again and cleared her throat. ”I mean.. I .. Sorry for being rude. My head hurts slightly. It must have affected my manners as wel.” Nai’a gave a soft light hearted chuckle as she looked down at her clothing. Worried that her pretty dress may have become damaged in the fall.


It was slightly dirty, but not overly so, just damp from the snow, and she had some weird green stuff on her cloak. She placed two fingers in the substance, bringing it to her sensitive nose. It smelled strangely like blood, but blood was not green it was red. She continued to sniff the substance, a small frown making her brows crease in thought, mulling over what it was. She stepped back from the white haired man and examined the ground, and did not seem to see the green substance there, then she looked at the man closer, stepping to the side to get a better look. What is that stuff? Nai’a asked herself, as she wiped some of the green substance off of the man as well, ”Do you know what this stuff is?” Nai’a asked the man with a friendly yet inquisitive voice, as she began to sniff the weird green liquid yet again,sticking her small pink tongue out to taste it, but thinking better of it, waiting for him to answer her.

[Xavior Silhouette]

His arm flexed as he anchored himself pulling the woman off the ground. Her dress seemed to have been made a bit soiled by the ground and Xavior made a move to mention it. However, he remained quiet as she began to speak. "Mmm, lets see if she is a threat to me." Xavior thought as he eyed the peculiar girl's face from under her hood. "My body is hard?" He gave a tilt of his head not really expecting an answer. But as she adopted a more flustered demeanor Xavior decided to listen closer, inwardly smiling at himself. "It is quite alright," Xavior said before he took a step back and looked around to see if anyone cared to notice them. He felt a twinge of pain run up his spine as the sudden hit seemed to have caused some of his wounds to open yet again. He looked down at himself and found that a pool of green had formed on a sleeve. He could feel the warmth of his blood as it flowed down his marble like skin and over the palm. Opalescent green in color it had an under scent of blood. However, to those without as keen of a nose would find the strange substance to smell of sandalwood. Xavior bit his lip knowing that he would need to find a place to rest soon or risk beginning to bleed once more from his wounds. "I wouldn't taste that if I were you." Xavior changed his demeanor some acting like wounded man. "I need a place to go now and tend to some wounds. Do you know of an inn I can take up residence in?" Xavior tilted his head and began to limp once more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time slowed for Xavior as he began to tap into the pool of his energy, the djed he held locked away in his body. Deep within the castle of his own mind that flowed energy to his body and kept him strong. He momentarily could see his other form Silhouette as he stood next to the stone basin bathed in the glow of moon beams. Moon beams that poured through the mouths of jackal statues and transformed into water. Water that cascaded into his basin like a water fall constantly filling it. Xavior could see the Zith, Silhouette, reach down into the pool of water. Veins aglow with blue flames, the water arched from the basin like a snake. Slowly it stretched outward and toward an empty channel cut into the stone floor. Other channels like it were connected to similar water tendrils and flowed in the channels freely. This new tendril of water settled into a dry channel and began to flow, extra water moving toward his mouth to be expelled. The liquid laced with the emotion of pity would assist Xavior in swaying the young woman to his needs. He could feel his vocal chords become energized with his djed as he began to implant a little suggestion into it. "He is hurt and needs help. I need to help him quickly and stay by his side until I'm told to leave." The single phrase was ingrained into the djed as Xavior soon opened his mouth to deliver the subliminal message straight to the woman's own flow of djed and ultimately into her own mind. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Make haste. That which is on your hand is my blood. More of it will come if I don't get to tend to my wounds quickly." He began to expel his spell from his mouth carried by his words to Nai'a. She would feel the words sink into her brain and potentially feel a sense of urgency grow. "I was attacked, and barely made it with my life." He continued to spew his half lies tainted by hypnotic suggestion.

[Nai'a]

When the strange and yet ethereally beautiful man mentioned wounds, Nai’a healing instincts kicked in, she needed to help this man. Then she felt something odd, she started to pity the man, she started to feel this urge and dire need to help the man, and to stay until he told her to leave. Nai’a shook her head slightly frowning. She kept trying to bring something up, to grasp a hold of something that was yelling at her in the back of her mind, yet it was too vague, she could not sink her teeth into it. So she left that voice in the back of her mind, and ignored it.

”Your blood?! By Rak’Keli man why did you not say so, we must hurry to Worlds End Grotto. I am a healer and I will help you with your wounds. Stop standing there like a tree, and let us hurry." Nai’a gestured the man with her hand as she walked briskly to where she was running to before she met the man. She heard the man say he was attacked, but she ignored these words, she felt a urgent need to get this man to safety and to heal him of his wounds.

Once they reached the inn Nai’a broke the silence with her calm, soothing voice and turned to the white haired man. ”You can come to my room and let me heal your wounds if you would like? Then you can proceed to your own room after I have finished.” Nai’a smiled brightly at the man, hoping he would allow her to help him with his wounds. There was no need in anyone to be in pain, or for anyone to have wounds opened and bleeding. He did not even have the wounds bandaged properly, and they would get infected unless he let her help him. She could only offer though, it was quite obvious by his size and demeanor that she could not make him, even if she wanted to.

[Xavior Silhouette]

Xavior's lips curled into a small smile as he heard the eagerness to assist him in direction as well as with his wounds. He feared going to a medical facility, fearful they'd require him to stay overnight and learn the horrible truth in the morning light. He allowed his body to be ushered by the eager woman as she guided him through the streets. The city was laid out differently than any other city he had lived in before. It seemed to be long and not too deep, it was clear that the city relied heavily on the ocean. As Xavior made her way around the town he found that the city didn't appear to have protective walls, though the heavy forest and jagged, stone, hills would be plenty enough to help protect he supposed. Soon Nai'a had stopped in front of the inn. The glass windows, webbed with diamond patterns glowed with warm, amber light. Some had shadows that crossed every now and then, other were blocked out and sheltered. The dark silhouette of the hills behind it as they climbed to the sky made Xavior feel better. If needed, the escape to the hills would not have been as bad. They moved in and entered the lobby which was bright with oil lamps, a desk with a gentleman behind it greeted the duo. He turned and looked down at Nai'a, "I would love to go to your room. Though excuse me a moment while I get myself a room too." He moved away from Nai'a and began to discuss room and board. He explained that he was on an extended stay and preferred a window that faced toward the forest. He received his room as well as a key to the room and he left half of the price for the room for the 72 day stay. Seven gold and two of silver was stacked onto the desk before he moved to return to Nai'a. "Now, that is over with. You are a healer?" He inquired as he sort of took a step in a direction down a hall to the rooms.

[Nai'a]

Nai’a gasped slightly, as if she could finally breathe. Her head felt slightly fuzzy, as if a fog had just been lifted. The kelvic frowned slightly at the feeling, but dismissed it. Her throat was a little dry and hurt a tad, but she would get a drink of water once she was in her room. Once the man had paid for his own room, they walked down the hall where the rooms were kept and his serene like voice caught her ears once again, ”Yes I am a Healer, and here is my room.” Nai’a said softly, a small smile formed on her face as she began to dig for her key in the pocket of her cloak.

Once she found the old rusted looking key, she put it in the ancient lock, and unlocked the door. As expected Meka came flying out as soon as she opened the door, speaking in what one would consider cursing in monkey language. Nai’a shook her head and chuckled at the small animal, turning to glance at the man that stood behind her. ”This is Meka, I am Nai’a and you can tell me your name once you get settled, yeah?” Nai’a gave the man a bright smile as she walked into the small room, placing the little monkey on her shoulder as she dug around her bag on the table for some food to give Meka. ”Just sit on the bed, I will be right with you when I am done with this little ball of fur.” Nai’a told the man pleasantly as she put Meka down on the floor and gave him some food to make him quiet. She went to the trunk and pulled out her cotton shirt and began to rip it for new bandages to place on the deeper wounds the man had sustained. When she was done she still had what looked to be a summer or late spring shirt, so she shrugged and stuffed it back into the trunk. Then she began a fire in the fire place, just in case they may need some heat. Then she drug out her Krolar Poultice to help with the healing of any larger wounds she may not be able to close up. Straight to business, no pleasure, she hoped the man did not think her rude. But this is what she did, she helped others and she healed those who needed healing, it was what she lived for and devoted her life to, Rak’Keli and healing.

Nai’a walked over to the man sitting on the bed and bent down to her knees before him. ” Alright, first thing first. I have the mark of Rak’Keli, I can heal all small wounds and they will be completely closed, but the bigger deeper wounds will only be sanitized and cleaned out. Now I do not know what your wounds look like, so go ahead and undress for me, okay? You don't have to get naked of course, just take off the clothing preventing me to see where your wounds are at. Don’t worry everything is going to be alright, you can trust me.” Nai’a’s voice came out soft and soothing like a sirens song, though it was just the voice she obtained from being a healer. Although a slight blush was on her face from her words about him getting undressed. Oh boy, way to word it Nai'a, now he probably thinks you are a pervert wanting to see all of his body. Nai'a brushed off the thoughts, since it would only make her blush brighter, and looked back up at the man.

[Xavior Silhouette]

Xavior followed the stranger into her room and noted the number as she shuffled around to find the key to the door. He could hear a mild rustling behind the wooden surface and it made his heart thump fast in his chest, “Did I make the right choice? This is a stranger, I do not know what is behind closed doors, could be a trap. Leth please help in settling my mind and soul.” He thought to himself as the dull click of metal signaled the lock had been snapped in an open position. He heard the door as it opened, his eyes peeled on the bit of light that began to show from within it. As the door parted and finally gave way the image that met his mind was surreal. He jumped back as for a moment the images of a tavern flashed before his eyes. Humans of all sorts stood around, blades and clubs held in hand. A zith, bloodied, wings ten feet from where it lay, a man over top of the torso. A chord held tight over the zith’s neck while other cheered on. The human eyes, like demons looked up at Xavior with a ferocious, bloodthirsty glint in their eyes. Xavior jumped back as one of the humans stepped in front of him, the rancid breath of the man bathed his face, “Aye look! We have another one to string up tonight!” Xavior flinched as the glint of a silvery blade was thrusted into his chest. He crumpled back and clutched his chest he felt the pain of the slash grow intensely. His eyes darted back in front of him and found that the simple room was no longer the tavern. Haunting memories of past always enjoyed to return to him at night. He breathed deeply as the squeak and skitter of a small animal at his feet explained the odd noise from behind the door. Xavior smiled at Nai’a as if to apologize for his demeanor, “I wasn’t expecting you to have a pet.” He chuckled some, as he moved into the room and was directed to the bed. Xavior took the moment to look around the modest room. Though he took the time to search the corners, paranoid of what his mind though lived in the darkness of closets and behind the box of drawers. His paranoia was stifled however as he found that they were indeed the only beings in the room. “Thank you for your hospitality, though I do not have any coin to pay you.” Xavior walked toward the bed and watched her move about the room. He began to disrobe his clothing before being asked. Neatly he folded them and placed them on the ground soon removing his pants as well. Left in only a simple loincloth, his body was was wrapped in various places, most notably around his left thigh and most of his upper torso. The rough fabric was not the best for bandages and possibly did more harm than good. Some of the wounds were uncovered and seemed well off on their own. No signs of infection whatsoever, almost as if his body was immune to disease or bacterial that a human’s body would succumb to. He began to unwrap the fabric before he paused and released the jagged strips. The sound of Nai’a as she began to rip one of her own garments, “no don’t do that.” Xavior sat back on the bed feeling guilty that he was being treated without the ability to pay. “I mean unless you are really sure you’d like to assist me?” He added while he sat and waited. His body on display, he had no modesty, an emotion that was created by man. He watched Nai’a’ eyes as she approached him. He felt relaxed as the warmth of the fire began to warm the room more. His long body was hunched over, mostly to stifle the pain of a deep slash near his right rib cage, another deep slash at his thigh. The scent of his blood, was exotic and woody, an almost perfume that diffused thanks to the fabric. “My name is Xavior,” he pronounced his name in one syllable, “I’m glad to have met you Nai’a. What is a mark of Rak’keli? I’ve never heard of it before.”

[Nai'a]

Nai’a examined the man’s wounds intently, not looking up from what she was doing, her voice came out in a calm tone, ”No payment is necessary, even if you offered I would not take it. This is what I do; this is what I was called to do. The mark of Rak’Keli is one of healing, gifted to me by the Goddess Rak’Keli at birth. I only have the one so I can only do so much.” Nai’a cleared her throat, her sensitive nose picking up the awkward scent of his blood. It wasn’t the metallic smell like most blood. It reminded her of wood chips. ”Do not worry about the cotton shirt, it is the least I can sacrifice to help you.” Nai’a leaned back from Xavior, a small frown on her face.

The exotic man’s body was covered in bandages, some smaller than others. The most notable was the one on his right rib cage and at this thigh. Nai’a went and retrieved the poultice and strips of her cotton shirt and came back to kneel before the man. ”Okay, just relax. I am going to use my mark of healing now. The smaller wounds will close up completely, the larger ones will just be cleansed, any bruising will also be healed, and if you have any strained or tense muscles from having to walk differently due to your wounds it will also be healed. If it will help you can close your eyes.” Nai’a gave the man a soothing smile, as she placed her hands upon his body, palms first and inhaled deeply then she let her breath out slowly as she closed her eyes, a soothing light radiated from her palms as the magic healing of Rak’Keli sought out the damages and began to heal them.

After about 10 chimes she was done and she leaned back, a little and decided to strip the bandages off of his body. The smaller wounds were healed now, so there was no sense in keeping dirty bandages that were no longer needed. Her soft and confident hands began peeling back the cloth.

When she was done she got some of the poutice and dabbed it on the larger gash at his rib cage and thigh. After applying that she looked up at him, ”This medicine will numb any pain and increase the healing rates of your wounds, if you get adequate rest of course. And you better get that rest, you are after all living in the same building as me, so I will be checking to make sure you are taking care of yourself.” Nai’a laughed softly, and began to place the bandages that she made from her cotton shirt carefully on his wounds, trying to not hurt him as she worked softly. ”I am sorry if this hurts you, but it must be done.” Nai’a pressed softly to make the bandages tight enough to stay on the man’s body. When she was done she leaned up, and squeezed the man’s shoulder reassuring briefly before letting her hand drop back to her side. If Nai’a was capable of sweating, she would have been glistening slightly from a slight beaded sweat.

”Alright, that looks a lot better than it did before, yes? I hope that your body is feeling better as well. There is no need to get a check up at the Infirmary, but if you ever feel like something is going wrong with your wounds, please come see me. But I think you will not be experiencing any problems at all. Everything should be feeling better within 5 days, it seems your body heals a little quicker than most humans.” Nai’a knew the man was not a human, he was too serene and beautiful to be a normal human, she hoped she did not offend him with her words though. But she was sure he realized she wasn’t a human either, but she just voiced her assumption.

Nai’a picked the man’s clothes up from the floor, ”Do you need me to help you get your clothes back on, so you do not damage your bandages?” Nai’a asked in a pleasant tone, trying to shift the topic back to the matter at hand.