A Failed Sacrifice [Arkaniel & Aiyanna]
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				Title: <strong>A Failed Sacrifice [Arkaniel &amp; Aiyanna]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiyanna</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 21:35:46</strong>
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				For as long as she could remember, G'haehvex had lived on her own in the wilds, carving a home and a place for herself out of the bare rock and earth of a cave overlooking the marshlands that bordered the great forest on the edge of the human lands. The terrain of the mountain where one could find the entrance of her cave was barren and desolate, but since she was a water devil, the clear spring bubbling out of the granite in the back of her cave provided all the sustenance she needed. It didn't bother her that once you climbed about half a mile into the foothills of her mountain, there wasn't a trace of green to be found. Something about the land of the mountain made it so nothing wanted to grow there, not that she knew. <br><br>Her domain was the water, which made her quite content with her spring and the spread of marshlands. She could only faintly recall where she had come from, so long ago, a frigid land on some other plane, and didn't remember at all how she had come to live here. <br><br>But the devil was content, so she stayed. Humans rarely ventured in to the marshlands, and those who did never dared to set foot on her cursed peak. There were many old legends among their kind about her mountain, and they knew to stay away. G'haehvex knew nothing of the old legends, she was just happy to have her privacy. Occasionally, wild beasts and dangerous otherworldly beasts, not much unlike herself, would find their way on to her territory. The she-devil had ways of protecting herself that very few creatures could defend themselves from. Her abilities didn't work instantly, but she had many traps built around her cave, traps that would hold a creature and turn its blood to ice. It was a painful way to go, and she was left alone. <br><br>That is, until one day in the high summer, when the sound of howls, screams, and battle cries met her ears. The she-devil was out in the marshes, hunting for pools infested with a particular type of plant that she found especially tasty. She was far enough out that she was nervous about being caught in a battle, but at the same time, whatever side of the battle was victorious, she didn't want the survivors coming for her if they caught her scent. She summoned some of the swamp water to slide in a thin layer over her skin, masking her scent, and followed the sounds of battle. <br><br>By the time she arrived, the battle was over, and G'haehvex could barely believe her eyes. In the center of an entire battle-group of orcs and other vermin, lay the crumpled form of a massive human warrior. As humans and orcs would never work together, and there were no other humans in the mass nor human tracks leading away, the only explanation was for this single human to have felled them all himself.<br><br>And he was still alive. <br><br>The she-devil crept cautiously forward, until she was just out of arm's reach of the warrior. "Human?" she rasped, slit-pupiled quicksilver eyes narrowing, tense and ready to run if he decided she was just as much a threat as the orcs. He didn't look as though he could fight much more, judging by the smell and wounds she could see, but a sword in the chest was not the way she wanted to end her day. She could form armor for herself out of ice, but it was so rare that she needed it, and devils weren't really known for their fashion sense, so she was currently nude aside from the water streaming over her skin. Of course, the water did nothing to conceal or protect her form. <br><br>She would have said more, but while she had a rudimentary knowledge of the human language, she didn't spend much time speaking at all, much less in the human tongue. Her voice was rusty, and she really wasn't sure what to say. The devil glanced around, considering her options. The warrior looked strong, and she had the skills to heal him. She just had to hope he wouldn't wake and attack her. "Sleep," she said firmly, putting some power in to her voice. She wouldn't be giving him a chance to kill her while her back was turned. <br><br>After that, it was a long journey getting the humans large form off of the battleground and through the marshes to her cave, but she managed with the help of a march creature she'd befriended. She wasn't sure what the creature was, exactly, but it didn't consider her a source of food, nor she it. Shortly before sunset, G'haehvex had her patient settled on a broad shelf of stone near her spring, and had lit a fire nearby to keep him warm. The cold had no effect on her, and while she wasn't fond of fire, she knew that humans were prone to chills, thus the heavy clothing they wore. It would be rather pointless to bring him here for healing only to have him die from exposure. <br><br>She cleaned his wounds and covered them with broad leaves from the marsh trees, having no bandaging at hand. Her healing abilities were strong enough that if she kept his injuries clean, there would be no threat of infection. The leaves had the added benefit of secreting an oil that stopped pain. It wasn't particularly strong in this form, but it was better than nothing. With that task attended to, the she devil busied herself on the far side of her spring, weaving reeds in to discs and engraving them with runes. These discs were various sizes, from the smallest that were similar to the coins humans used, to the largest, which she lashed a leather pouch to and used to carry her supplies when she went out looking for resources. It was quiet, easy work, and let her keep an eye on the warrior.&nbsp; 
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