Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20131028035351/@comment-24075243-20131030002954

Draxx nods at Corana as he puts his mask back on with one hand and adjust the clasps. He did not like the idea of someone seeing his face with all the scars. They are a reminder of the harsh life he has endured. But the ones in his face were merely part of what he has suffered. The ones on the inside, were so much deeper. He slowly falls back. He can feel the cold wind on his face. A truly welcome feeling in a strange way. He lets the nights whispers cradle him to sleep. Somewhere the wolves and the winds were calling his name. He closes his eyes.

Draxx saw the still form by the side of the road and whipped his horse into a run.

Corana’s vision faded and returned in intervals. She could just barely hear a man’s muffled calls in the distance. She saw a large black horse run toward her and slide to a stop, briefly rearing to its hind legs, then she faded again. Next she was aware of a man with a wide-brimmed hat and long coat jump kneeling by her side. Then she faded completely.

He wrapped her up tightly in his coat and lifted her up in his arms, hurrying back to the horse, which knelt at his signal so he could climb back into the saddle while holding the girl. He held her securely across his lap with one arm and lifted the reins in his other hand. Her head lolled against his chest. He lowered his chin to the top of her head. “It’s going to be alright, little one…” he said, although he knew she couldn’t hear him.

He snapped the reins and the horse took off with near demonic speed due west. Upon arriving in Dawnstar he jumped off the horse with the girl in his arms and ran to the Inn. Kicking the door open with one boot, he rushed in, snow following him inside with a glittery gust. "Get me lots of blankets!" He yelled to the Innkeeper as he entered a room and set her down on the bed. The Innkeeper was fast and got him the blankets he needed. He un-wrapped her but left her lying on the coat as he gently wrapped her with the blankets.

He planted his hands on her cheeks and closed his eyes, conjuring up a pair of Candlelights. Not releasing them, he kept their charge, warm to the touch and soft on her cheeks.

She was pale and still and very, very dirty, but he thought he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. When her eyes had flickered open before, he had seen that they were a deep blue, like his own. Gods, let her be alright.