Pain!
The only thought in Aglaeca's, the only sensation. Absolute and complete PAIN!
Aglaeca the Whisper curled in the fetal position, clutching the remains of his right arm.
Skin flayed from the shoulder down. The muscles beneath were missing (eaten by the chittering monsters), or torn beyond recognition by the Flayer beasts. Aglaeca' shouted gibberish lacing the incoherent sounds with his Whisper magic, as he desperately forced himself up through the tunnel vision, the stars starting to twinkle before his eyes, he was getting close to passing out he knew. He clawed his way through the shelf of emergency supplies, grabbed a tourniquet and with mouth and teeth attempted to tie off the hemorrhaging limb.
The pinpricks of light clouded his vision until he couldn't see anything else.
He collapsed to the ground, hoping he had tied it off tight enough.
He woke in a pool of coagulated blood. He gingerly shifted. Waiting for the pain to return.
Nothing.
His brain was still scrambled. Distantly he noted an odd pressure on his back, a series of fingers moving across, poking at his shoulder. He carefully rolled to his left side and the fingers moved onto the cave floor, nails tapping. The source of the sounds coming around to look at his arm.
It was an insect with a black exoskeleton. A bug that was a mix between a crawfish, a praying mantis and a wasp, size of a smallish dog. It didn't pay him much mind, focusing on spitting more black threading on the remains of his arm, covering it with more black lace; a funeral veil. It pulled away some of the gauze and carefully took two severed muscles with its nails and used more black saliva to attach the ends to each other. The bug replaced the dark organic fabric and skittered behind the eighteen year old to work on his shoulder.
Aglaeca attempted to move his arm. Nothing.
He focused on his fingers, tried to wiggle them. Again nothing. "Appreciate the unexpected rescue."
The creature was oblivious to the young adult's words, it made clicking noises as it prodded his upper back searching for the point where the extensive damage stopped, when it punctured the skin around his spine he let out a weak exclamation of pain. The bug stopped and started spitting more black thread to stave off infection and further damage to the nerves of its new Whisper master. Whisper's had the magical ability to call corrupted creatures to their aid.
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It had been in the middle of eating a webbed raccoon when it heard the desperate screams of one of its extremely rare hive queens. It couldn't differentiate between the sound of a Whisper or a queen, nor could it perceive a difference as it cobbled together the ruins of the human's arm.
It knew on some level that this whimpering creature was not like a normal hive queen; with her long dark wings (similar in appearance to smoke covered glass) that wrapped around her like an elegant gown. This one was oddly pink and missing the protective armored body and barbs covering limbs. It would of course rectify that shortcoming, queens needed to be protected; they were the lifeblood of the species.
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Aglaeca sat in the shadows in the hag's shop in the Corrupted Market. The patrons had seen his various dark creatures and carefully averted their eyes. Whispers were feared in this land and there was no reason to bother one that wasn't bothering them. He brooded. He would need to kill Judice. That was not a question. Just as soon as his arm was mended and back to normal.
The woman inspected his arm. "Nothing I can do."
"What?! I've seen your kind heal worse wounds!"
"That's if we get there within a few minutes of damage, the longer you have the wound the less we can reverse, this wound has been four hours at least. At this point it may be best to simply amputate."
Aglaeca protectively grabbed his limp right arm, "No!"
The woman pursed her lips "Fine, i can give you something to ward off infection and help with the pain, but that arm. You are going to need to get a prosthetic."