Beyond all my expectations, however, this is not where I et my death as I’m lifted in the air as the other grunts and complains, but does not drop and actually barely moves around to avoid hurting even if that gave them a harder ti as they moved about, however at that point I’m so hurt and exhausted that I can barely feel the arms around my body, more of a sensation of warm against cold.
I could not help but whimper at every bump on the road, the pain flaring my feverish conscious up, but they would shush and move even slower, trying to calm down, however I can barely perceive my surroundings at that point, not only physically in pain but ntally exhausted, so is no wonder that I end up passing out again, even if in agony, back and forth every ti pain would wake up enough only to feel it.
With that fluctuation between unconscious and barely conscious I can at least tell that we are traversing a forest with the chirping birds in the distance that would grow quiet at our presence, the damp soily forest sll and the crunching sound his steps made over dead leaves, changing to a rocky solid sound when we start going deeper into it and reaching a damp cave, drip drop of water carrying the eerie lacking of sounds place, and the next ti I ca back to it I’m already laying on the floor next to a campfire, still shivering from fever and pain but drier than before.
"Shh, calm down, is alright, I got you." I must have mumbled in pain in my haft awake state of he got closer, and I could see the outline of a person over , but even though I wanted to move away at the sa ti than try to have a better look at them, I had no strength on my limbs, and could only painfully breathe as he moved about.
He hisses in pain while looking at , as if the wound had been made on himself. "Such a deep cut on the head, and I’m afraid there are so internal injuries as well... wait, what is this?"
With my half open eyelids I more feel than see him ssing around the bag around my neck, which surprisingly stayed put beyond the falling and horrifying swimming on the river, and as they find the Rune and poured so energy into it out of curiosity, and at that mont I can feel the warm energy of it washing over my body and stretching out over my limbs, painlessly chancing to my humanoid form with its strange magic.
"W-what in the-!" The other is surprised with my new form as I shiver from the loss of my fur coat, draping my wings around my naked form and hearing so bones pop on my back with the movent, making grunt.
"W-well, at least this is better right? Human wounds are far simpler for to treat than an owl... leopard? Owl kitty, I an, you know, ha, haha." The person above keeps talking, but in the next mont I feel that his words carry so intent for not only I’m warped around warmly, but treated to the utmost care until I find the pain sowhat comfortable to bear with.
At that point I go back to sleep for good, so I do not see nor understand the effects that my figure caused on the other, and only later I would understand just how powerful a full out beauty evolution can be.
Because at that point is not a matter of simply having nice features, but almost godly ones, pale skin without a mark or wrinkle, full pink lips, all immaculate even while sick on bed like this, the magic of this strange universe working wonders at keeping its end of the bargain and having an almost visible translucent energy emanating from , eluding the srizing beauty.
But even though I could not tell, and would only understand its powers later, it does not an the magic wasn’t working, on the contrary, the mont I evolved my aura completely changed and started affecting those around , especially my savior who not only had it at full blast against him, but carried a sense of overprotection towards such apparent fragile beauty.
This type of image would cut deep into any n’s heart.
However at that point I still didn’t know just how deep my wounded stunning figure happened to engrave itself at the mind and heart of my savior... but one day I would.
After all, at that point I was so deep asleep that I could not even feel the tip of that person’s finger touching my cheek, staying in awe for a long ti.
Nor the strong gaze that deeps while contemplating , a hint of passion and obsession already forming deep the pair of red orbs.
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