Blessed Relief and Learning to Cope

[Jonel]

The itch is driving her crazy, which is all she can focus on is satisfying the itch, the lumps having become like dry patches of skin driving her mad with need to scratch. She doesn’t even notice her beloved mate fretting and trying to help even though his hands and gloves are not helping much to alleviate the itch in the slightest. Rubbing her back against the wooden walls of the room they share is the only thing that is slightly helping. Frantically looking around she notices the sword that Andelain had given her, without a second thought she dives forward and rips it out of its sheath, her mate squawking in protest his words lost in her need to rid herself of the itch. The blade having been freshly sharpened earlier that day sliced through the stiff dry patches of skin on her back.

After a few strokes of the sword tip against the lumps the itch intensified causing her to quicken the pace she scratched with the sword. Her mate worried that she will harm herself tries to wrest the sword from her grasp, wrestling with him she trips on her dress causing her to fall backwards the weakened flesh on her back ripping as it hits the stones of the fireplace. Her back muscles tighten as she hits the fireplace, a faint fleshy ripping sound is heard as she finds herself flying forward again knocking her mate down the sword flying across the room from his grip.

Shaking her head to clear it she finds herself on top of her mate, his expression of awe and wonder as he looks past her. Turning to look at what he is seeing her expression changes to that of shock. The words that escape her lips are spoken just above a whisper.

“Blessed Bahamut”

Her mate looks at her face a smile of triumph and a look of I told you so as he speaks in an amused voice.

“When are we going flying?”

[Starrizer]

With a smile, Drake looks over the wings as she lay on top. He then places his hand near the opened area as he looks at her with an intrigued expression. Pulling his hand to look - there is surprisingly no blood however it comes back wet from a coating on the wings... He sticks his tongue out at her, and unlike her usual self she would not take a nip at his tongue - instead concentrated on the wings. He then looks down to her now torn dress and grins at the exposed breast. He sighs as he reaches up to take each end of the tear and pulling them back together as to cover her.

"Looks like we're going to need a new dress. I really liked this one..."


He then lowers her to rest on his chest as he touches the wings - her letting out a slight wince as her claws would slightly dig into his side and the wings would retreat. Not enough to hurt but enough to let him know they're sensitive... He'd sigh then just holding her for the moment while time allows - smiling all along from the fact that he was indeed right.

[Jonel]

A few days after the appearance of her wings she stands outside the inn, having turned invisible so no one saw her. Wearing a modified dress she closes her eyes as the cold wind flows across her scales and ruffles her hair, the wings extending enough to catch the wind causing her to stumble backwards. Snapping her wings in close to her body she steps back to catch herself before walking down the path away from the inn.

Finding a place clear of any rocks, cliffs or jagged peaks, but lots of fresh white snow, she begins to flex her wings. She extends them as far as they will go above her head, the sun reflecting off the scales on the forearm of each wing and turning the membrane a , stretching to loosening the cramped muscles. Retracting her wings after a while she begins opening them one at a time getting a feel for the muscles in each wing, learning how to command one without the other.

After a few hours she finds herself breathing heavily and her entire body aching. With a final stretch she casts invisibility and makes her way back to the cramped room.

[Valhalla]

Aleister makes a point of visiting her as soon as news of her change becomes public or is noted by one of his fellows. Coming to the Inn he loiters around the taproom nursing a drink, hoping to catch sight of Drake or Anzhela, keen on offering to buy a drink for the two and congratulate the woman.

He is brimming with questions as he sits at the bar, a small charcoal in one hand and his ale in the other, scribbling notes and questions and gathering his thoughts on the parchment in front of him, more of a nervous habit than something he feels necessary.

[Jonel]

As she makes her way, invisibly, to the exit of the inn she notices Aleister sitting at the bar, pausing for a moment she shakes her head. Moving as quickly, and silently, as she can she walks to stand behind him taking a few deep breaths before leaning close to him and whispering to him.

"This is Anzhela, meet me outside."

Quickly stepping back as he jumps she bumps into the table making a loud screeching sound and causing the mugs of ale to slosh. Before anyone can investigate she runs out the door quickly, waiting close by for Aleister to exit. Upon his arrival she quickly grabs his wrist, a wing brushing his arm, and guides him to the clear area she uses to stretch her wings. Letting go of his wrist and stepping a bit farther away from him she dispels her invisibility and smiles weakly at Aleister.

"Hi"

[Valhalla]

He looks almost dumbfounded when he sees the wings, pupiless eyes following their sleek lines as she stretches them.

"Amazing." He states in a flat tone at first, still distracted by seeing them for the first time. "And they.. work? You can fly?" From the way his voice turns up at the end, it's obvious he's still hesitant to believe they're fully real. As he speaks he circles off to the side, looking at the profile of the wings with his eyes still wide in something approaching awe. Without really thinking, a hand reaches up and rubs the scales at his neck, as he waits to hear more from her.

[Jonel]

Looking a little embarrassed she shrugs before answering his questions.

“I have not attempted to fly, and I don’t want to try yet. But they do work.”

Extends her wings out to the side allowing the sun to catch on the membrane, showing off the silverish coloration. She quietly stands there while Aleister looks over her wings, eventually pulling them close to her body as the muscles begin to strain, still sore from the previous days exercise.

“I did promise to share any further developments.”

Smiles once more her hands clapped behind her back just under her wings, looking at Aleister and waiting for his reaction.

[Valhalla]

He grins broadly as she mentions the promise. "That you did. Well! I'm happy for you, and I suppose it would be honest to say slightly jealous."

He'd happily make small-talk for awhile, then excuse himself as duty rapidly approaches, the wonder still quite clear on his face as he strides off.

[Starrizer]

Striding into the Inn then that Night, Drake would see Anzhela in the cramped room and smile per usual.

Drake: "I trust you've gotten out as much as possible?"

She'd then nod with a smile as well back to him,

Anzhela: "Yes, when I could."

Drake would move forward then placing away his equipment, properly cleaning off what dirt, grime, and blood would be on his halberd, hammer, shield, or armor. Usually staying quite clean due to wards, he goes ahead and places them neatly in their respective spots - then dressing into his standard Tyrran Uniform. He'd turn with a grin to her.

Drake: "Lets try a bit of different exercise for you. It's been a while - " Extending a hand out "Care to dance?"

[Jonel]

Once her beloved mate has fallen asleep she slips from the bed they share, the edge of her wing caressing his back gently. With an affectionate look at the man sleeping soundly she picks up a dress that had been laid over the top of her chest. Because of her wings she has to slide the dress up her body, tying the straps behind her neck hiding the knot with her hair. Sitting on the chest she picks up her boots and slips them over her clawed feet, shifting her toes after putting both on. Once her boots are on comfortably she looks around the room for anything she might have forgotten, her eyes falling on the small rose cut ruby pendant. Moving across the room to the table it rests, picking it up as if it was a fragile egg the gold chain hanging from her hand.

A smile touches her lips, her teeth glinting in the light of the fire, as the memory flits across her mind causing her to glance once more to the man who has given her so much happiness. Taking the ends of the chain she clasps them together under her hair, the pendant resting just above the neckline of the dress. Her left hand rests on the rose for a long moment; with a sigh she finally shrouds herself with invisibility exiting the room and inn.

Upon reaching what she has begun to think of as her practice grounds, she lets her wings extend enough to feel the wind against them. Taking a deep breath she mentally prepares herself for what she plans to try. Extending her wings behind her she begins to flap them as hard as they could, in a downward motion. With a squeak of surprise she is lifted off the ground slightly. Just as her feet leave the earth a strong wind catches her wings throwing her into one of the snow drifts, leaving her flailing and sputtering covered in the fresh snow.

[Biohazard89]

Brunus enters the inn one night, his heavy armor making absolutly no effort to mask his presence he is covered in Grime, Gore and Ice as he enters. He rents one of the rooms at the inn and proceeds down the hallway to Stow his equipment, The floorboards creaking under the weight of the 700lbs armored dwarf and he Grumbles loudly about it. He finally makes his way into his Room and closes the door only to proceeds with taking off his Armor creating a right Ruckus like no other in the hall as it sounds like a Giant was skipping down the corridor wearing metal boots.

The Silences then spreads out through the Corridor apart from the Rustling of a Chainmail as Brunus walks out of his room and up to the Bar, Ordering a Drink and getting merry with the Rest of the Patrons at the Inn, and after a few hours is laughing and having a good time so loudly everyone in the Inn can hear him.

[Jonel]

The inn is louder then normal as she approaches the door, her wing and back muscles sore from a full day’s workout. Slipping into the common room, her wings pulled tight against her body, her eyes are drawn to the dwarf laughing the loudest a smile touching her lips. Walking quietly, even though the noise from the patrons drowns out any sound she can make, she moves around the room to stand close to the dwarf. Leaning down, but staying far enough away not to be considered to close, she whispers to him.

“Mister Brunus, this is Anzhela, I would like to share something with you, please meet me at room three.”

Moving before the dwarf can react she weaves through the patrons to where the rooms are located.