Post by Lady Endora Ataxia on Apr 3, 2016 23:08:09 GMT
There is POISON in the fang of the serpent, in the mouth of the fly and in the STING of a scorpion; BUT THE WICKED MAN IS SATURATED WITH IT. Being in bed like this was the last thing the noble woman had wanted, with poison coursing through her veins after taking an arrow slightly under her scales while in flight. It seemed that in Dalamud, they disliked dragons or perhaps they simply saw a way to make money from a dragons corpse, either way Endora was quite done with those from Dalamud. Thieves and daylight criminals that raped the poor of everything they had and more, they simply disguised themselves in fancy clothes and jewels and hoped that scented things would hide the smell of disgrace and their hideous selves that hid beneath the skins they wore and the smiles they bore. She'd spent most of her time sleeping for the last few days. She'd done her best to make sure he had gotten here safely even if she'd struggled towards the end to stay airborne. She inevitably landed and collapsed in the garden of her manor, the servants rushed to her aide because of their fallen employer. She changed in the garden, with little care of her naked form, her veins showing through her skin because of the poison that was steadily making its way through her body. Will these be the last breaths I take? Was the question in her mind as her vision started to blur and she was rushed to bed, her companion taken with her just in case he was injured. Though she herself requested he be kept in the same room as her so that should she recover, he'd be there. She didn't even care about anything else just that she'd gotten him back safely. Human or not, she wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't manage to get him back safely. While she slept the maids came and dealt with her unruly hair, making sure she looked her best at all times. They even went so far as to get her medicine for the poison but sadly Endora remained unconscious the whole time. Two days passed, four, a week and there was still nothing though her veins had settled down and the coloring was receeding. The maids and butlers, worried, they couldn't do anything now but watch and wait. They had done everything they could and it was up to the lady of the house to finish the mending process. While she was unconscious she dreamed of sunshine, fields of flowers that were ultimeately peaceful and soft summer rains that she basked in, however, after a time, the fact she was ultimately alone started to eat away at her. Soon enough the beautiful place in which her mind had created for her, was becoming a prison, she was a prisoner of her own mind and body. She wanted nothing more but to open her eyes but everytime she tried she couldn't. Come two weeks finally her eyes had opened, everything seemed blurry and she slowly pushed herself up in bed. The sound of rushed footsteps were heard as a maid ran off and started telling someone or the other servants that Endora was finally awake and well. She felt like death warmed up but oh well, she was well enough she supposed. Slowly she tried to get out of bed only for her legs to give out underneath her, her legs were thin, her body was thin and she saw herself in the reflection of a mirror. "I suppose I couldn't exactly eat... Perhaps that's why my stomach hurts so much?..." She murmured, before she heard the door creak open and she found her body shaking, she was trying to get up but her body was far too weak to do so. "I appologize for how weak I look right now..." |