Snippet #2548335

Dravon looks at the bed and then back too Enuren, knowing why she was so caught off by such an event. "I understand how you feel, its just another in the long line of questions that I would rather have answered at this moment." He rubs the back of his head for a moment as he tries to rethink the last few moments that happened before he the vision.

"I remember seeing some other people in the tunnels above the chamber where we fought that creature..

Since she was not using it, he sat himself down on the edge of her bed and looked over the room. Keyra was still out and slumbering, though she was no worse for ware than he could perceive. He wings had been tended too and her other injuries were very much non existent and even though Enuren was in a distraught mood she too was in good health, much like himself.

"We must have been asleep for some time, a few days at least."

* * * *

In that moment there was a slight rumble through the building, but not like any quaking motion that any other in the group could discern. More like a living breath that traveled through the beams and tiles of the empty space, though slight and calm all at the same time. It made the air feel heavy and even the nurses twitched and puttered in place for that entire time, before the whole feeling passed and the pressure subsided.

* * * *

Dravon winced as the feeling passed and a feeling of dread followed.
It had been years since he felt that same presence and it only meant one thing was coming, but sadly he was not quick enough to realize that something in the room had changed as he sat. Staring at Enuren as she kept her eyes too the room, slightly oblivious to his station for the time being.

Had he been more aware, he would have noticed the bed lowering to support another form and only as he felt a hand glide onto his shoulder did he tense up once again. Before a voice rang into the still air around the those accounted in that room.
"Six days and nine hours to be exact Kul'Thane"

The feeling of this new hand and the sound of this voice on his ears, cause a soft look of revulsion to pass over his face. Clouded with a strange hint of sadness as he stared on off the bed. Though the look did not persist and he simply wiped it from his face before looked back over his right shoulder.

A voice like this could not be used to describe its owner.
Though feminine in sound and tone, the words spoke cut like a blade into flesh and left a pang of distaste on the back of the mouth. "Viya" Dravon responded flatly as he looked on at the woman next to him.

Her form was beautiful and full, the mark and pride of any woman lacing importance on her figure. Slim and fit, with curves nearly beyond reproach. All that threw and attracted the eye was of the source of her body and the dress that adorned her.

It was tight and fitting too her form, with straps and lace to cover and hold the fabric, but extremely concealing. It covered her whole body in fact, nearly a mirror to what the nurses were adorned with and save for its embellishments, would be the same. The only noticeable skin was that of her shoulders and pointed ears, but even that portion of flesh was nearly as pitch as the dress itself.

The hallmark of her outfit was the mask, a garment to covering nearly her whole head. Leaving her face nearly formless and without focus, save for pits where her eyes would be. Instead there were two vastly intense pin points of dull light that danced behind the thin veil of fabric.

It was obvious that those were in fact her eyes.

Dravon brushed her hand from his shoulder and looked on at her with a stern stare. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh.. really? No hello, or hi, or even asking how I've been?" She tilts her head as she directs her head towards Enuren. "I hope he isn't this rude too you.."