Tis was a rainy night in the Forest that was known as 'Gloomwood' and Anexia disliked the rain. Especially when she was getting soaked in it. Of course she had gotten very upset and just felt like a stupid wet dog off the rainy streets of Kellen.
But today she was in a forest, a forest so dark that she could not see in the fogginess. Yes! The night had been both foggy and rainy, but the rains grew harder.

Anexia could no longer walk, nor run. She had to limp her way towards the city nearby. Earlier that day before it had begun to rain, Anexia lost a huge battle to man. Never did she really turst one, nor did she think it would have ever happened. But who knew of that? No one really. Anexia's knee had been scraped and it had stung, while it put her in pain. He clothes was filled with blood and her arm almost broken. Her arm bled, but not as much as her knee. Her knee was in a much worse condition, while her arm too was bloody and a dagger stabbed on the back of her shoulder. Right now she needed to make her way towards the city and all Anexia feared now was the man who did this to her.

That man would soon suffer and pay for what he had done to Anexia!

(First Posty! :lol: )

Incredibly heavy rainfall soaked the Gloomwood forest and everything in it, though it was difficult to see through the continual veil of darkness. Rain was generally considered annoying among those who were used to it, but Aaron was not among them; he'd seen so many different extremes in his world-hopping that his main concern about weather now was that he could survive in it. Talas had got boring too quickly, but the man regretted using the shadow plane to travel here; it always left him feeling slightly bitter and cold for a few minutes after getting out. Shadow plane's taint, the place must have been there too long... He could see this place had been a long time in the shadow plane too, far longer than he ever dared to stay in any plane; no wonder it was the easiest place to get out at, no wonder it was shrouded in darkness. As usual, Aaron was walking through the place; he knew he could get further before needing to rest at walking pace than at a run, and he had nothing to rush for. Anyway, running in a wet robe was not exactly the easiest of tasks, and there were lots of trees around that he could easily crash into.

After a while, Aaron came onto a more beaten path, and saw a strange girl struggling to stay up. She'd taken some relatively serious wounds, definitely beyond Aaron's current lack of healing ability, and she looked like she couldn't even walk normally in her current state. So what if she's a dark angel? Aaron instinctively got close enough to give what help he could.
"You look like you could use some help."
Although Aaron thought it was a bloody stupid statement to make given the situation, he knew the girl might think he wasn't out to help her if he just picked her up without a word.

Anexia kept limping her way on to the city and she was hoping that it wasnt to far because she wasnt really doing so well. The rain had soaken her hair and as well as her clothes. But the rain did wash some of the blood away, but that didnt feel to good. Anexia held her shoulder and the dagger that was currently stabbed in her felt like it went in deeper. She never really felt any pain like this before and she didnt like it one bit. She kept walking and she had began to proceed into a muddy path. It was slippery but Anexia carefuly walked. She didnt noticed but a large branch stuck out from the side of her, she didnt see it though, but the branch was covered with thorns and it had caught onto Anexia's other arm.
Tears began to fall out of her eyes and she couldnt take it much longer, both her arms were now in pain and wounded. Anexia lost her balance and slipped in the mud. Great! I fell in mud!

She tried picking herself up but she didnt find the energy to do so. She tried to find a grassy area and maybe she would come across a tree or somthing to help her up. She crawled and crawled for a while once more she finally found what she was looking for. Though the area wasnt grassy but she managed to find a giant rock. That was more than enough to help her get back on her feet.
On her feet now limping once more she heard a voice behind her.
The voice of man! She couldnt help but to rapidly sheath out her sword and held it against the mans neck. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to take out his neck.
But she was too hurt to do anything as of now. "NO I dont! Go away, Im fine." Anexia refused his offer for help and if this kept going she wouldnt know what to do next. Her arms still bloody and her knee still damaged, she was about to collapse.

Aaron's cloak got caught on a thorn as he walked closer to the dark angel, briefly revealing the flash of a dagger. It wasn't as high quality a make as the one in the girl's shoulder - he'd specifically got the cheapest weapon he could find - but it was a weapon nonetheless, and Aaron hoped the flash wouldn't scare her off. After all, if you're severely injured and you find an armed man it would normally be a good idea to get away from him, or so Aaron thought. The girl screamed at him, refusing his help as if he was a demon; somehow she thought saying she was fine would affect his decision. Rude as he knew it was to hang around, he knew that even a dark angel would die with that sort of injury before being able to reach help themselves.
"Do you think I'm blind? I can tell fatal wounds when I see them."
Some of his rage at the idea of someone dying when they could easily be helped got into his voice, and he knew that might have an effect on the girl. No more needless deaths, not on my watch. He'd left people to die from injuries before; it gave him the same stab of guilt every time, even when he remembered that eventually people had to die. Better such a person was finished off swiftly and mercifully than left to die, and better they were healed than finished off at all.

Wenluume pulled her cloak tight about her, shivering horribly in the torrent of rain. The teeth chatterring cold numbed her mind and she stumbled dumbly through Gloomwood.
The young Air Genasi healer had been walking about the forest looking for a variety of fungi that had healing properties.
"Darn my family pride,"she said through gritted teeth. Her soaked hair was plastered to her head, and strands of it were falling in disarray down her shoulders. The disheveled Wenluume stopped her angry muttering as she looked upon two figures. Through squinted eyes she made one out to be an angel, and the other a man.
Cautiously, she continued walking. The angel didn't seem to be faring well, and now that she was closer she could see why. A greusome wound was inflicted on her shoulder, dagger still jutting out of it. Wenluume winced. Blood was streaming down the angel's back and down onto the ground behind her.
"'Lo there!"said Wenluume through the pounding rain,"Is there anything I could do to help you m'lady? I'm a healer."
The words came out of her mouth akwardly for the angel had refused the man's help and she felt foolish offering her own.
"Heavens I'm foolhardy,"she thought, blushing from her stupidity.