[ As is common in times of outright war and fighting, time seems to move far too quickly. That surely was the case for Aymeric even as he did his best to fight against the oncoming attacks from the relentless dragons. He was holding his own, of course, but all it takes is one moment of inattentiveness, of leaving oneself exposed, giving the enemy the chance to slip in. And slip in they did; or rather, one dragon seized its chance, raking its claws against his back and leaving deep scores even beneath the layer of protective chain mail. Even the strongest armor cannot stand up against dragon claws, as he and many others have found out.
The last thing that he wished for was to be half-carried, half-dragged from the field of battle by his best friend and brother, but walking on his own seems out of the question. His vision seems to cloud and clear again by turns, and his legs do not want to do what he asks. Still, when the command to move his feet comes from Estinien, he does his best to comply, although the barely noticeable shuffle hardly counts as movement.
If he but had the strength, he could hold his head up and not appear as dead weight that Estinien has to carry, but such an action seems beyond him now. At least he has not entirely lost his hold on his senses and still remains conscious as the two of them make their way into the cave. It has not fully registered that this is a cave, but it seems that they are at least out of the elements.
Neither does it register with him that the woman Estinien is speaking to has paused to stare at him. Indeed, very little is registering with him at the moment, as his wound continues to leak blood and rendering him far weaker than he would like to be. Part of it stems from his sense of pride, of not wanting to be seen while he is barely conscious and unable to stand on his own. And yet there is nothing to be done for it, as he cannot control his own limbs nor manage to speak a word of protest.
Against his will, a low moan escapes him as Estinien places him on the ground as directed by Matoya, positioning him until he is lying on his side with his injured back exposed for her perusal. Perhaps this is where he will meet his end. There are worse places to be, and at least Estinien is there. How strange that he might expire here, and not in the throes of battle, or that he did not do so when he was first turned from himself into the creature he is now. Death comes for everyone, and perhaps it has finally come for him.
With his failing senses, he cannot make out the words that Matoya speaks, but he feels more than sees Estinien leaving the cave. Why he has left, he does not know, but he lacks the strength to further contemplate his departure.
Once it is just him and Matoya in the cave, he lies there, unable to look to see what she is doing. Although his senses are quite muted and barely functioning, he still registers the tips of her fingers as they move along his skin. He hovers between awareness and senselessness, but he has just enough presence of mind to detect that she is about to attempt something. Healing, perhaps, or something else, something less altruistic. Surely Estinien would not have brought him here for any other reason but healing, but he is a vampire: something not welcome in every circle of society.
Too many would just as soon see him eliminated as being allowed to continue living, and although such thoughts are quite a bit beyond his ability to comprehend right now, there nevertheless is the hazy thought that he may not leave this cave alive, whether by a blow from Matoya's hand or simply because he expires on his own. ]
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The last thing that he wished for was to be half-carried, half-dragged from the field of battle by his best friend and brother, but walking on his own seems out of the question. His vision seems to cloud and clear again by turns, and his legs do not want to do what he asks. Still, when the command to move his feet comes from Estinien, he does his best to comply, although the barely noticeable shuffle hardly counts as movement.
If he but had the strength, he could hold his head up and not appear as dead weight that Estinien has to carry, but such an action seems beyond him now. At least he has not entirely lost his hold on his senses and still remains conscious as the two of them make their way into the cave. It has not fully registered that this is a cave, but it seems that they are at least out of the elements.
Neither does it register with him that the woman Estinien is speaking to has paused to stare at him. Indeed, very little is registering with him at the moment, as his wound continues to leak blood and rendering him far weaker than he would like to be. Part of it stems from his sense of pride, of not wanting to be seen while he is barely conscious and unable to stand on his own. And yet there is nothing to be done for it, as he cannot control his own limbs nor manage to speak a word of protest.
Against his will, a low moan escapes him as Estinien places him on the ground as directed by Matoya, positioning him until he is lying on his side with his injured back exposed for her perusal. Perhaps this is where he will meet his end. There are worse places to be, and at least Estinien is there. How strange that he might expire here, and not in the throes of battle, or that he did not do so when he was first turned from himself into the creature he is now. Death comes for everyone, and perhaps it has finally come for him.
With his failing senses, he cannot make out the words that Matoya speaks, but he feels more than sees Estinien leaving the cave. Why he has left, he does not know, but he lacks the strength to further contemplate his departure.
Once it is just him and Matoya in the cave, he lies there, unable to look to see what she is doing. Although his senses are quite muted and barely functioning, he still registers the tips of her fingers as they move along his skin. He hovers between awareness and senselessness, but he has just enough presence of mind to detect that she is about to attempt something. Healing, perhaps, or something else, something less altruistic. Surely Estinien would not have brought him here for any other reason but healing, but he is a vampire: something not welcome in every circle of society.
Too many would just as soon see him eliminated as being allowed to continue living, and although such thoughts are quite a bit beyond his ability to comprehend right now, there nevertheless is the hazy thought that he may not leave this cave alive, whether by a blow from Matoya's hand or simply because he expires on his own. ]