Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-26517142-20160830034246

Meanwhile....

Matris: (breathing hard) Please..... help me... deliver Olivander..... WHere is... Mime Raime? (Spits blood)

A resounding grunt from her sends Ersha and Ansherine to her side."Hold on, Matris! Don't give in! Breathe!" Ansherine clasps her hands, feeling them to be cold and clammy. Ersha pats her head slowly. "Breathe. Gently."

"NNNNNNNNGHHHHH!!"

"That's it!!"

Jeiel's healed, yet unresponsice body was still. There was zero movement at all. And yet.... a tear dripped from his eyes. A tear of joy. Sebyl catches it. Tastes it and shivers.

"Why do you always do this for us..." She stoops and cries on his body. "WHY?? DOn'T YOU CARE ABOUT DYING??!! DON'T YOU CARE ABOUT US??"

Nunnaly cries on Cybele's shoulders. The Troll wipes off her tears. Ozma ducks and cries in turn.

Haia turns to face Ibrahim. Her rage....flares. Her eyes turn a distinct scarlet. Her horns grow curved. She lofts her axe.. and grabs his collar, lifting him up. "THIS IS YOUR DOING, TRAITOR!!!"