Luminesa wrote:Ambrosia
Allistor dropped his ice-chains, and the vampire-girl could feel his approval as he pat her on the head with his Mana. She also saw his smile, which somehow calmed her further. She had not hurt Oliver. Instead, she had done exactly what she was supposed to do, and even kept from committing a rookie error, according to the Ice Mage. She sighed. She was glad that even with her voracious appetite, she had managed to not almost kill Oliver. “I...I would appreciate...all that help...Thank you...” she muttered, nodding to him. She was grateful for her friends, for how forgiving and patient they were.
Now she had to close Oliver’s wound. She looked at the puncture-wounds in his wrist, which were still bleeding. Allistor was right, they had not clotted as they normal should clot. She almost panicked, but upon hearing his instructions, she took a deep breath and stepped toward him. She held out her tongue, almost as though she was unsure about what she was about to do, and she slowly licked his wrist with the gingerness of a person sipping a hot bowl of soup. As soon as she licked his wound, however, she was surprised to see that Allistor’s explanation rang true. The wounds healed, and she sighed. “...That...That was a little awkward. But as long as he’s okay I guess!” she muttered. She smiled to Allistor and nodded. “Thank you so much. I...I’ll make sure to bring you something for lunch, to help you feel better!” she added with haste. She then took Oliver’s arm, and hurried out of the room with him.
As she left the room, she noticed the guard staring down at her and Oliver. “...Hi?” she greeted, confused.
“Hey. Mr. Randgrizz wants you at the dock,” he ordered, “come on, this’ll be quick.”
She had no idea why he wanted her now, after she had just run from the docks, but Ambrosia sighed and clutched Oliver’s hand. The possibility remained that the cruel lich was still on the dock, and if he teased her again, she would need help. Her stomach had tied so much in knots before him. Terror struck her, and yet she desired to be brave. Thus she took her friend and hurried down to the docks with him. Sure enough, Krol was with John. She gulped, and turned to look at her teacher. “...What...is going on?...”
“...Mr. Dariusz said he has advice for you. About your condition,” John suggested. He could see her nerves, and he could only imagine what Oliver would feel seeing Krol. He angled himself so that he stood close enough between the students and the lich, so that he could be a shield if he attacked.
Ambrosia looked at Krol, and with her stomach full and her heart beating fast, she glared at him. “I got advice already from a friend! He knows about Dark Magic too, and he helped me instead of making fun of me. What do you want to tell me?” she questioned.
The feeding was done, and yet his blood continued to flow, just as Allistor had said, only a few seconds later, Ambrosia licked away his wound.
Raising an eyebrow with a light smile coming at the corner of his lips, he rubbed where the puncturing wound was, realized that it indeed wasn't there anymore.
"You don't have to worry about this." He looked at his stone arm for a moment. "It's a relic that was unfortunately grafted to me by force recently. That said I would've lost my arm anyway if I didn't get it. So it's not all bad." Laughing a bit, he shrugged. "If I don't get into anything too dangerous I should be mostly fine. And even then. This should protect me rather well."
Now feeling somewhat hungry and lightheaded, Oliver wanted to take a reflexive swig of his flask, but ended up not doing so as Ambrosia ran out with him in tow. Mildly surprised, he closed the flask and shrugged.
"Well, it's always better than what I had planned."
Soon enough however, they were intercepted by a guard telling them to hurry to the docks.
For a moment, he felt like arguing, but given Ambrosia's presence, he figured he'd just follow along. Chances were that this was important.
Some minutes before arriving in front of the docks, Oliver had to hold his stomach from rising instinctively as he felt the brunt of the existence in front of him. Choosing to grit his teeth in anticipation, he could only mutter something in french as he came upon the lich.
"... Pas une bonne journée. Pas une bonne journée du tout."
However, the entity he could not quite grasp the nature of decided to give actual advice towards her situation. Much more advice than he could've given even if he studied all the books in the archives back in Europe.
That said, he did not lower his guard. Although he knew that whether his guard was up or not, should this entity decide to attack, he would hardly stand a chance. Gritting his teeth in self consciousness, he didn't even feel his wrist being squeezed almost to the point of shattering.
He loathed this feeling. It wasn't like last time against the demon that invaded, where he was near death anyway from lack of mana and he simply had to accept that he was going to die anyway before being saved unwittingly. No, this time he faced a being that was exponentially stronger, one that he would, in theory, be hunting. And yet no matter how he saw it, there was no way he could win. Or even simply hold against that entity.
If he gritted any more than he did, he'd probably break some of his teeth.
Hearing a question ring out from his side, he answered, not even turning his head from the entity. He stared at it with the full intention of burning it into his mind. Whether it was to remember his own inadequacy or because he wanted to give himself a goal to reach, he didn't know yet. He'd decide once this potential threat would be off the island.
"I figure there should be one. But we should probably find a way to get a reasonable supply of blood bags to here, otherwise I'm eventually not going to be enough."
