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Vobrala

a part of Unyielding, by Ragnarok's Misery.

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Continent of both wonder and mystery.

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The pressure was torture, Marvin was warm but the cold was stronger. Nepta could barely register the young man's words, she only heard bits and pieces, her antlers came forth from her head as an attempt to try to stay awake. The antlers were coated in frost, and came out slower than any other time. The gypsy looked down at the mage, she was getting worse by the moment, he needed to go faster he had to. Almost as if reading his thoughts, fate decided to give a hand in the form of a small town not to far out. Seeing the settlement, Marvin felt a small amount of hope as a new found energy rushed through his system.

He was stopped by the two Druids who guarded the gates, "Hold human, state ye-Wait look! Dormancy!" the other guard cut off the first one off pointing to Nepta, "Shite, come human. We'll take ya to our healer." thanking them immensely Marvin followed the guard into a small wooden shack. The shack had multiple doors, two on either side and one across from the entrance, the healer was an old woman with large, intricate antlers. Seeing the state the young woman was in, the healer quickly rushed and took her from the gypsy's hands, "Oh dear, I was hoping I wouldn't ever see this again." the old woman quickly rushed into one of the side rooms, the door locking behind her.

After the guards left, the young man paced around the center of the room for what felt like hours. It was about nine when the old healer walked out of the room, "I won't lie to ya, yer friend had stage 3 Dormancy. If ya brought her any later, she would have died. Ya can go in and see her, she's just restin'." Marvin quickly walked into the room seeing Nepta lying on a bed, he breaths were calm and, upon cupping one side of her face, she was back to a normal temperature range. He hair was back to it's earthy brown, he markings a leaf green. The gypsy couldn't help but give her a kiss out of relief, "M-Marvin...?" her voice was weak, but she was still alive.

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"Y-yes. It's me." Marvin replied choking back tears. He took a deep breath. "You're going to be okay," he said grabbing one of her hands with both of his. "There was a healer druid. She's helping you. You're going to be back to your normal self in no time," he promised her seeing as her hair and markings had already returned to normal. He leaned closer to her and whispered, "I love you," into her ear. Marvin stayed there for a while, holding on to her hand. "I'm going to go now. I'll be right outside that door. You need to get rest so you can heal." He told her before leaving the room and making his way toward the healer. He began by thanking her. "Thank you so much. For everything. If it wasn't for you. If I lost her. I just." He talked quick broken sentences. "I don't think I could make it without her. I am so grateful for your help." He then thought for a while. Stage 3 Dormancy. His curiousity grabbed a hold of him. "What is Dormancy?" Marvin knew it was some kind of disease or sickness and saw gow it had affected Nepta, but other than that he knew nothing.

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Looking at the human the elder Druid responded, "I'm not surprised ya don't, not many out side our race know of it. It's duh Druid equivalent as yer human's cancer. There be four stages, duh first stage affects duh mind. Things be outta focus, but is easily ignored. Then duh second stage hit hours later, as frost enters duh blood it removes our color. Only warmth of a soul bound be felt by duh Druid, an' about a day or two later if duh soul bound is near does stage three hit." the old woman took a sip of the tea she made, offering a cup to Marvin, "Ya brought ya friend in at a good time, as it was in early stage three. But stage three has duh frost multiply, makin' duh Druid colder then before, an' all color be lost at this stage. Duh longer this stage goes on, duh lower duh survival rate. At stage four there be nothin' we can do but prepare a bonfire, as it be too dangerous to eat duh affected."

The gypsy was stunned, any later and...and...NO! Marvin couldn't think about it, Nepta was safe and recovering. He asked about what a soul bound was, but the old healer just smiled at him with amusement, "Ya human term be a 'soul mate' an' yer's be in that room." she pointed to the room that his companion was in, "I've been 'round long enough to know when two people are soul bound. Ya compliment each other well. Ya should go to her, I can tell ya want to." at the Elder's words, the young man thanked the healer for all she had done, before returning to Nepta's side.

The younger Druid was sleeping, as Marvin sat down, her body turned to face him. The color in the young woman's hair and markings were closer to what they originally been, the gypsy reached out and held one of her hands. She was warmer, unconsciously the mage pulled her companion into the bed, clutching on to him as a feeling of safety washed over her. In her tired state she mumbled, "Don' go...Don' wanna be 'lone again. Love ya too..."

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Marvin lay in the bed next to her and stroked her hair. "Don't worry. I won't leave you." He promised as he lay next to her. He thought about what the healer said. Soul Bound. He thought about it. Before now he didn't know whether or not he believed in soul mates. He believed in true love, but never really thought of soul mates. If anybody was to be his what the druids call soul bound, he was happy that it was Nepta.

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Nepta felt safe in the gypsy's arms, she still was weak from the Dormancy, but at the moment she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was Marvin and peace between them, nothing else mattered. The Druid didn't care whether they returned to their original genders, Nevas would love Marvina as much as she did Marvin, or if for what ever reason the world ended the next day, at least they would go together. She used as much of her remaining strength as she could to grip the young man tighter, if anyone tried to take him from her again, like those women tried to, she would show them just how terrifying a small, female Druid could be when empowered by womanly rage.

Marvin felt the young woman's grip lightly tighten, he pulled her closer in order to give her some comfort, as he pulled the blanket up to their necks. As he two cuddled throughout the night, Marvin didn't have a single night terror. When morning came, the gypsy gave a light groan as he begun to wake up. He tried to get up, but a weight on his chest stopped him. Looking down, Marvin saw Nepta sleeping on top of him, her arms still held his shirt and she tried to get even closer as the Druid curled up keeping him pinned. Lightly brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the gypsy didn't have the heart to wake her, as the small Druid was most likely still recovering from the Dormancy.

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Marvin smiled down at the sleeping Nepta. He lay in the bed awake, not wanting to wake the druid up by trying to get up. Thank you. He said to his spirit guide, who he wasn't sure could hear him and figured wouldn't respond. It was likely that without it's help he never would have found the druid village. The smell of lavender filled his nose. Although he received no response, he knew the spirit had heard him. Marvin then returned his attention to Nepta who was still sleeping. He stroked her hair until he fell back asleep.

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It was around eleven when Nepta woke up, she slowly reached up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, a soft yawn escaped her mouth before seeing Marvin under her. Lightly putting a hand on his face, she brought herself in to give him a quick kiss, though due to her still recovering, she struggled somewhat. If it wasn't for the gypsy, she wouldn't have made it...the young woman's darker thoughts struck again. The mage's train of thought derailed when she felt a pressure on her lips, focusing back in on reality the small Druid quickly realized that her companion had kissed her back.

A small smile graced her face, "M-morning...Darlin'.." her voice was still weak, but it was better than when Marvin originally checked on her after she was healed, "I don't...wanna get...up." she cuddled closer into him, and was still pinning him down. The gypsy chuckled before getting up using his superior strength, though Nepta still holding on to him, as he explained that they had to get up, "Fine...c-carry me?" nodding Marvin set her back on the bed before having her hold on to his back. Exiting the room the kind old Druid smiled at them, "Finally up, eh? Come, let's get ya both some food then ya can talk to duh Keeper." before the young man could ask about what a Shaman was, the young woman on his back gave a quick explanation, "Keepers...be duh leaders...of our...clans."