The crack of thunder sounds off. We return to physicality within the sudden flash. My ability to move, however, is rather impaired. In my isolation and the growing terror of my youth, I have developed a self-sacrificing means to cast magic.
Blood magic...
I lose the ability to move, to think in depth and to act upon what I am able to know. It's a problem that builds up even during the spell's usage. Thank the gods and goddesses I was able to find us this safe spot. I'm useless in a dangerous situation, but I can at the very least cover lots of safe ground at a moment's notice.
Is this what I get and deserve for not having a golden glow?-
"My stomach feels funny..." Rianta-chira complains with a series of moans, her hands clasping her gut. Her narrow, dull-tipped feet things manage to find some stability.
"It doesn't... Last long... Don't worry." I slowly answer, carefully minding the dullness throughout my body along with the spasms. Guess I forgot to tell her what happens initially, or maybe it's just been so long. I'm getting better at casting, but not well nor quick enough. Though, I must admit to myself... Carrying someone else makes me feel strange.
I can't quite figure out if I am focusing on how my body has shut down because of the spell. Feeling a thing properly isn't really something I can do right now. Perhaps I am just overthinking it. My worries about the state of my passenger dictating my thoughts...?
"M-My points... I can't feel my points..." Rianta-chira drools out, slipping towards the edge of the roof. Life injects itself into my arm and I lunge for the falling woman. My hand flexes again and again. Gotcha!
Her wavy tail whips its way around my hand and wrist, choking its already limited energy out. She moans and screeches in an odd manner that isn't quite pain. As if a feather is being brought along her... Rather, a feather is being brought along the softer parts of my feet.
That must mean...!
"S-SORRY!" I yelp with all I have, pulling her back in. My head refuses to stay still, even with my locked up muscles. Rianta-chira's mixture of pleasurable moans and nervous screeches is too much. As she stands upright again, I let go, and she collapses with a shiver. Her body and arms covering her tail. All to a trail of small tears leaving her eyes.
"D-Don't d-do th-that!" she barely gets out, her curling up intensifying. All to keep her tail hidden away from my hand. It's not even hard or calloused! My hands are still soft and I'm wearing soft gloves made to her standards...
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Her deep blush isn't helping me either.
"I said I was sorry!" I remind her, moving once again, only to drop to my knees with a bang. Unable to feel the thud entirely, I crawl the immediate distance I have to cover. It somewhat annoys me, as the uncleaned mess up on this typically untouched roof piece is getting into the white. These clothes aren't mine, I'm borrowing them and dirt and small plant life are getting into the fibres!
Green and brown and other muck... Eugh...
Moving my eyes away from it, I look out towards the town as its screams come clearly to me. We're out here to possibly see Nin-kischu and The Founding-Lord Brewbrt. Thankfully, due to my education, I can recall what it is they came out here to deal with. A rampage of Jherikra's prized animal, the ryphurgok!
Strange, bulky creatures with thick grey hide, camouflaged almost perfectly with the mountains and their stone. Mouths open up like X's and guttural, booming roars escape the four-legged beasts. Again and again. The creatures smash all they can get their flat feet above.
Others peck away at the road, eagerly swallowing the chips of rock they break away with birdish enthusiasm.
"Where is he..." Rianta-chira mutters to herself, joining me at the edge of the roof to look at the ongoing chaos. Worry fills my eyes as I watch the guards of the town try to get people out of the way. No one tries to stop the creatures, not when they're on a straight path. All run aside, not even the strongest looking among them or even those of grander biology.
Children wail.
Snapping my attention to the noise, toys and loved ones are forcibly abandoned in the heat of the moment. A reptilian individual gallops around, snatching up who he can to clear the roads. Rubbing my hands together, I try to vent my worry as more desperation taints the streets. Guards are having to keep their backs to the stampede to hold people back.
One child slips on through, the force of the tremors bouncing the road bringing him down.
"GET THAT KID OUT OF THE WAY!" a guard yells, his need to hold the line preventing him from rushing out. A ryphurgok's attention snaps to the noise, its head moving with smooth turns. It squawks abruptly, a caught pebble flying to be crushed in the snap. Two forward feet stomp. The beast charges.
Slow... Slow. Gallop. Groundbreaking gallop!
A voice screams inside my head. It demands I get up and do something despite my magic's effects. I try to get my body moving again to that degree, but it won't budge. It's been too soon since the last cast. I need to do something before that child is-!?
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!" a familiar voice blares, his magical power drowning out all other senses in the street. The road cracks beneath him like it does the ryphurgok. It gets too close. They're too clo-
Shutting my eyes at the resounding bang, I flinch at how quiet it is now.
Rianta-chira gawks excitedly, her body whipping itself back to life. Her tail strikes the gap between my eyelid, forcing one eye open. Moving away from her tail, I look at the very thing she wanted to see. My mouth opens a little at the sight of the man holding back the beast.
Her precious lover, performing a great deed...