Lycoria: Legacy

[Mr_D]

Vahn seemed to stir, letting out a soft murmur, his hand reaching out as if to grasp something before falling once more.

[Princess of Fire]

"An'yui ussta erg'les. Vel'bol ph' dos xunin ghil?" She said with a hint of rage. Her hand barley touched the knife hanging from her hip.

[Mr_D]

Without warning Vahn sat bolt upright, his eyes shooting to and fro. A second later and he let out a curse, grabbing his side and falling back onto the stretcher as a burst of pain surged through his torso. Though healed, his wounds were still tender. The deep gash on his side began to open slightly, releasing a thin trickle of blood which seeped into his bandages.

"What... What the hell is going on here?" He spoke weakly, apparently lucid but still somewhat dazed.

[Princess of Fire]

The woman cocked her head to the side at the man howling in pain. She looked to the others. Perhaps, she thought, they did not speek Drow.

"What are you, group?" she tried. When she got no respons, she tried for a different approch. "You people, what are you and what are you doing this far into the wood?"

[Mr_D]

"Never mind that! Who the hell are you?" Vahn managed to growl out through clenched teeth. His impetuous personality was not dampened by his weakened condition.

[Princess of Fire]

"If you must know, my people call me Hecate." The dark elf said. "Now tell me what your business is in this wood."

[Mr_D]

"Us?" He grinned. "We're just passing through." He said impetuously, utterly aware of how it would irritate the dark elf.

"Now if you don't mind, we really need to be on our way." He rose, with considerable difficulty, and tried to stand. He faltered slightly as another jolt of pain shot up his side.