motesinthevoid

[motesinthevoid]

Lightseeker II

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"Someone help!" A woman's voice sounds, shrill and desperate less than a block away. "We need a healer, please?"

Vel'vinta's body acts faster then her mind. Even in her poor shape, she's risen from the alley where she rests, worn boots carrying her at a sprint to close the distance. Her long dark tattered cloak flaring our behind her, exposing more of her skeletal form.

As she rounds the corner the shout came from, she sees a pair of humans, a woman kneeling beside a fallen man, a ladder laying beside him. His arm lies bent at a sickening angle, and blood runs from a gash on his side where he caught the edge of a sign as he fell.

"What happened, speak quickly," Vel'vinta's words come in Thalassian, but she switches and says it again in Common at the woman's look of confusion.

It shifts from that to skepticism. "You are a healer? The ladder slipped, he cut his side open, broke an arm, he's unconscious, what can you do?"

"The Light takes a toll on the body, no healing is free," Vel'vinta replies, approaching to crouch over the man, her dangling golden sunburst medallion swaying. "I will heal him, if you're certain. He will be in lingering pain for a few weeks but his wounds will heal."

A small nod from the Ren'dorei as the woman gives her approval, and Vel finds her lips already whispering rote prayers to the light, conjuring and calling upon the power that feels so distant to her. Brows furrow, and golden light begins to seep through her veins. Spiderwebs of glowing soothing warmth writhing just beneath her thin hands and papery pale skin. It climbs her neck, illuminating her throat with the Light's holy glow.

The human woman's gaze darts back and forth between the man and the elf, trying to follow the process with eyes that turn to sudden alarm as Vel'vinta cries out in pain.

Her head is thrown back, fingers twitching and flexing as the Light beneath her skin turns to inky darkness. Tendrils of void energy burst from the side of the building and the broken cobbles beneath the man, lashing out with liquid slimy sluggishness to envelop and lift him. Twisting about his midsection and broken arm, forcing it back into place with an audible crack.

"Stop! Stop you're going to kill him! Guards? Someone?" She calls out more shrill, grabbing at Vel'vinta's arm, and finding the elven woman icy cold and unresponsive, still crying out in pain herself.

Then it's over. The tendrils retreat from the man, leaving him laying in the street once more. The light and void both flee Vel'vinta's body, and the elven woman collapses to the cobbles even as the once unconscious man sits up.

"What happened?" He asks, tentatively touching and flexing his arm, and then tracing fingers over the rent in his tunic. His skin shows sign of purple bruising, aching, and yet they are knit closed once more.

"I...don't really know. I don't know..." The woman grabs for his arm and tugs him away. "We...we need to go now, please."

Still dazed from the experience, the man lets himself be drawn away, only a brief gaze cast back as they gather up the ladder and move in a rush down the empty street.

Vel'vinta is left, unconscious on the cobbles of the slums, outstretched fingers occasionally flexing or twitching as the lightest rain begins to patter down on her cloaked form.

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[motesinthevoid]

Lightseeker

"Wretch." Muttered words by a passerby, stepping over the woman wrapped tight in her robes, her skeletal dark purple fingertips visible clutching it close.

Head lifts slightly to look upon the man throguh dull blue eyes, flecked with dancing purple motes. "Light be with you all the same," her lips chapped, cheeks sunken.

The hulking Draenei man pauses, turning back to the Ren'dorei in the alley, "you speak of the Light wretch? Yet wear the Void like a cloak near as ragged as the cloth over your shoulders."

Dull glowing eyes close a moment, breathing out a slow rattling sigh. With a groan of ache, she rises lifting head, her hood falling back and inky locks that pulse with the twilight purple glow of the Void tumble free, framing a face that in better times must've been a beautiful one.

"For now, a wretch," she agrees. "Yet does not the Light watch over us all? Will it not be ready to purify and aid even it's most wandering children?" One of her thin hands falls to her chest, clutching around a glinting golden Medallion in the shape of of a sun like starburst, the only thing about her clean and well cared for.

A mix of emotions washes the features of the large man, a tension in his jaw. In his glowing eyes war pity, regret, anger, confusion, disappointment. In the end, all that passes his lips is a scoff of annoyance. He turns away to storm down the alley, leaving the emaciated Ren'dorei alone once more.

One more rattling sigh, hand clasping her medallion tight enough for the starburst points to dig into papery skin, drawing forth void tainted blood, and she slumps back to the dingy cobbles of the alley.

"Why can't I hear you?" Mumbled words, eyes closing. For now, she conserves what energy she has as the Void continues to eat away at her form. In little time breathing has slowed, shoulders rising and falling in measured meditative movements, and Vel'vinta Sundaze rests. The Light will speak to her again, when the time is right.

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