The light of Earth's sunrise lit up the forest as the morning dew mingled on Fukurou Forest's grassy basin. Chirps of early birds echoed through the wilderness in a calm symphony. Fend tilted her head towards the rising sun, breathing in the new day's air. The quiet, chilly air was soothing, allowing the Kai to take a moment's respite from the overwhelming emotions that wrought her in the days before. Today was step one. A fresh page. The beginning to finally achieve her newfound goals.
Earth's cities were both too noisy and crowded for the renegade god's tastes, so she'd set up camp in the depths of the sacred forest of Earth. A few tarps were strung atop the treetops, while wooded boards tied tight with vine gave the Shinjin a floor to stand on in the trees. Some of the tomes she'd stolen months ago from her own kind were nestled in a hole in the tree's trunk. Papers taped to the branches detailed some of her thoughts and plans, while unkempt blankets were piled to make an uncomfortable, makeshift bed.
Fend hadn't seen many this deep in the woods. Most of the time it tended to be some wannabe fighters, braving the deep woods for their training, or other Earthlings ferrying goods through the forest. Fend slipped her cloak and mask into place after hopping down from her hideaway, sword safely slipped in her sheath. It was quiet, calm morning...
"Oh Kami, I've really messed up this time..." Lao gurgled as he staggered among the dense trees of the Fukurou Forest. He had been living here on and off for three years now, and he knew the place pretty well. He knew every glade, every river and lake, every nesting-place of every dangerous and/or edible creature that roamed these sacred woods. But this time... Lao had met something he hadn't expected. Blood streamed from his wounds to coalesce into small pools on the forest floor, leaving a trail of crimson drippings as he dragged his beaten and broken carcass along the twisting forest paths. Lao wasn't even really sure where he was going, to be perfectly honest. Just... away. Away from whatever the hell that thing was. Lao considered himself a fairly well-traveled person, he had met all kinds of people. Powerful martial artists, aliens, ogres... but never anything like that. Even thinking about its sickening aura sent his stomach roiling. Suddenly, Lao caught his foot on a root and stumbled, barely keeping upright as his momentum sent him staggering forward. And then, the ground under his feet ran out. Tumbling ass-over-end, Lao began to roll down a hill, bumping and scraping just about every part of him that wasn't already bleeding on the way down. The hill was steep, and he fell for a while before rolling to a stop by slamming spine-first into a tree-trunk. Mysteriously, some papers that had been taped to the tree floated down, jarred loose by the impact, and landed on his face. "Ouch." was all Lao could muster as he lay bleeding, underneath this suspiciously lived-in looking tree.
Struggling back to his feet, Lao finally got a decent look at his surroundings. It was... a camp? There was a little bed, some rain tarps... and a person. Or, Lao thought it was a person? His vision was starting to get a little blurry, for some reason. They looked kinda weird... they had a sort of, animal-looking face? Or, was that really their face? Something wasn't quite right, but Lao's brain didn't seem to be working right at the moment, either. Without him noticing, Lao had begun to slump back down the tree trunk, eventually sinking to a sitting position and then falling flat on his back. A distant, noisy part of Lao's mind seemed to recognize that he had lost too much blood, but all Lao really wanted to do right now was sleep... "Everything's spinning..." he trailed off, delirious. Was this the end of the road for the up-and-coming young warrior?
Lao's Power Level: 25,000 || Lao's Damage: Fucked Up
Fend had began to head down the muddied forest road, but after no more than three steps she froze at the sound of something hitting hard against the trees behind her. The disguised Shinjin whipped around, gripping her blade's hilt in preparation for combat. However, her eyes, once fiercely narrowed, widened in first confusion then shock. "Oh, shit." That was an Earthling- and a very, very injured one at that.
Fend shook her head, releasing her grip on her sword to run back to her camp beside the slumped human. "Stars almighty, what the hell hit you?" Fend muttered to herself, kneeling down to eye the man's injuries. The wounds were fresh. The newfound worry that whatever did this to Lao was still around caused an involuntairy chill to run down Fend's spine. "Uh. I-I'm not gonna hurt you. Stay there, I can fix this." Fend quickly clarified, though her conscious jeered at the latter part of her attempted reassurance- like the poor human had any other choice but to stay put.
Fend darted back into the trees, fiddling through her bags of supplies. Seconds later she'd hop back down from the canopy with a few vials and some bandages- most she was saving for herself, but clearly the Earthling had a much more dire need. This was something she could help with for once. In an odd way she felt satisfied, though her worry for the human took center-stage. "Lucky for you, I'm a bit of a healer..." She sat down, opening one of the vials. The contents inside dissolved into pale green energy around her palms. "This miiiight sting a bit." It had been awhile since she'd used her resurrective abilities, but surely she wasn't that rusty...
Removing one of her gloves to pale, yellow skin coated in the healing green aura, she hovered her palm over the human's injuries, allowing the green aura to slip off her palm to work its magic on the wounds. She was already starting to feel a little fatigued from the drain on her own ki, but at the very least her fellow fighter wouldn't be at risk of dying of blood loss even if she couldn't fix everything.
Dreamcatcher is (*flavorfully) used to heal Lao's injuries!
Something weird was happening. Through Lao's muddled consciousness, he was registering a new feeling to contrast the cold, sleepy sensation of excessive blood loss. It was... warm, and prickly. Lao couldn't pin down exactly what it was, but he vaguely resented its presence. All he wanted to do right now was to sleep, and here this warm feeling was, keeping him from the brink. In the realm of delirium, this was infuriating. As time went on, Lao felt himself move closer to wakefulness, and the prickly feeling transitioned into a stinging pain. Still only half-conscious, Lao wondered idly why it was so bright out, as light assailed his eyes, even behind the lids. Here in the deep forest, the sun rarely shone so bright through the dense tree-cover. Sleepily opening one eye, Lao was assaulted by a bright, green light. He could make out a figure... and then all at once, his senses snapped back into focus. He was lying on the ground, and there was somebody hunched over him, speaking a sentence he hadn't quite caught the beginning of. They looked strange... they had an elongated, animal-like head on a slender body. Upon closer inspection, Lao came to realize it was some kind of mask or headdress. And then he registered the pain again. With some effort, Lao turned his head slightly to catch sight of his wounds apparently closing on their own. Enraptured by the strange sight, he almost didn't notice the strange energy suffusing his body. It wasn't like anything he had ever sensed before. And it seemed to be coming from the unusual figure crouched over his supine body. Evidently, they were healing him? Somehow?
"Who... are you?" Lao questioned weakly. "What are you? I've never felt energy like this before..." It was truly remarkable ki. It felt... peaceful, if that was possible. In comparison with the feeling of his own ki, and the ki of everyone else he had ever met, it was as a calm lake to a raging river. If nothing else, it at least reassured Lao that this person probably meant him no harm. He briefly considered attempting to sit up, but he started to feel light-headed just thinking about it. Instead, he contented himself with watching the mysterious masked being work, and admire their strange technique. Lao certainly hadn't heard of any technique that could heal a person's wounds, but then again, Lao was hardly all that experienced... It seemed he had even more to learn than he thought.
Fend sighed in relief. Thankfully the man seemed to be coming back to. Fend hesitated in response to his question. The otherworldly fugitive was still hesitant about flaunting her identity. "...Eh, I'm just a traveler." She offered a half-hearted shrug. "Now shuddup- talking is clearly hard for you right now. Give me a few more moments and that should be fixed..." Fend raised her other hand to intensify her healing, regardless of the newfound fatigue festering in her voice. The last push of restorative energy would be enough to at least get Lao back on his own two feet and seal most of his wounds, though the human's own daze would persist to a degree as Fend finally retracted her hands, slumping back as her own vision blurred with her overexertion.
"Whhew." The masked Shinjin took a step back with an exhausted wheeze. Her healing abilities were rusty- she hadn't done anything of the sort for a few months now due to her disdain for them. "I... really need to practice that more. Euch." She put a hand to her spinning head, resting a forearm on a nearby tree to keep herself from succumbing to the vertigo. "I-I'm fine." She'd quickly reassure regardless of the healed human's reaction once he was (hopefully) back upright. "Jus' need to catch my breath."
Managing to straighten her head to look at Lao, Fend folded her arms while still slumping against the tree for balance. "So anyways... do I or do I not need to be worried about whatever dragged you to death's door waltzing over here for a round two, or nah?" The million-zeni question remained- who or what caused the human's injuries in the first place? "And who are you? Not many people come this far out into the woods unless they're tryna be sneaky." Granted, she was being sneaky out here too- living out here none the less- but that was besides the point. She kept one hand on her sheathed sword's hilt, glancing over her shoulder one last time to make sure nobody else was out here for blood...
Although he was still a little bit woozy, Lao was suspicious of the masked stranger's answer. As his vision cleared, and he got a better look at his rescuer, the suspicion only grew. They wore a mask, but one can't conceal their aura. And this person' aura was distinctly not human, or even any of the alien races he had met. They were something else. Lao was sure of it, he had an intuition for these things. But... they seemed to prefer to remain anonymous. He was extremely curious, and even now he could feel the tide of questions welling up inside him, but... well, whoever this was, they did save his life. He'd respect their wishes, at least for now. As they finished healing his wounds, Lao was alarmed to see how exhausted it seemed to make them. But before he could say anything, the traveler reassured him that they were fine. Lao managed to finally pull himself into a sitting position, plopping himself against a tree trunk and looking around in earnest for the first time. It seemed that Lao had accidentally stumbled into their camp.
When the mysterious traveler began questioning Lao on his circumstances, a grave expression passed over his face. "I... don't think so. I injured it pretty badly, I think. Shouldn't be comin' after me for a little while yet... probably." In truth, Lao wasn't really sure. He thought he had dealt the creature a fatal wound, but it hadn't seemed nearly as fazed as one would expect after getting a hole in the torso... "Then again, that thing... I really dunno what ta expect." an involuntary shudder ran through his body as he recalled the encounter. It was a memory that would linger for some time, he expected.
Grateful for a chance to change the subject, when prompted to explain himself, Lao suddenly turned cheerful. "Me? I'm Lao. Just a martial artist, come out into the wild to sharpen my skills. Nice ta meetcha! I been in an' outta this area for years now. Though, nothin' like this ever happened before... this forest is s'posed to be sacred, y'know?" The dark expression from earlier returned, and he seemed lost in worried introspection for a moment. But then, he snapped back to being cordial at a moment's notice. "But forget about all that! You saved my life, stranger! Thanks a lot, really!" Lao held out one hand to the traveler, offering to shake. It was really all he had to offer in the way of a reward, but he hoped the friendly gesture would be appreciated anyway.
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