Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140606005130/@comment-5543592-20140614022446

Efmrider wrote: (She's not in full armor now and she is bloody fast with long legs.  Plus she's mad as hell.)

(If you kill Lee I will never speak to you again, Shille.  Magic can too heal severe wounds, dammit.)

Brighid pulled her hand away from her mouth. It was bloody. "Lee, don't you dare die on me!  Hold on!  It's not time for you to go yet, I need you!  I want to bear your children, Lee, your sons!  Stay with me!" She began to sob. (I would never kill Emrey, and if I did there would be a catch on how he would come back to life some how.  He's basically my main protaganist for the series.  And I'm not ruthless.  Or a psyociopath.)

(Unfortunately, Rider, Anaril is the main antagonist. Rhiannon can not chop him into little pieces right now.)

Emrey lifted his hand weakly and rested his bloody palm on her check, his finger's wrapping around to the nape of her neck. He mumbled something, three words that came out as garbled statements due to the extreme pain he was experiencing and the blood pooling in his mouth and throat. He coughed and spat, clearing his throat, spitting his own bloodily fluids up onto his chin.

"I love you." He said, his a voice a raspy whisper.

The wound was sealing, and the blood flow stopped, so death was not immeint. However, there was still a gaping flesh wound in his chest, which was in dire need of stiches. Also, there was also the matter of Lee's appearant puncutre wound. He would need to stay off his feet for a while. If the blood loss and lack of oxygen to his brain didn't cripple him. Emrey was on the verge of passing out, but willed himself to stay awake with every fiber of his being.