XanatosForever
Steward of RP
"Now old man," Drake began as he turned away from the last of the soldiers, "it's your turn so listen up and stop grumbling to yours-"
The boy's face met with a cold edge pressed at his lips as he saw Horus face to face with him. The older mage had one of his own fingers up, lips pursed behind it. He then dragged the blade down, breaking the skin of Drake's mouth.
"Shhhhhhhhh," Horus hushed loudly as the dagger dropped to his side, leaving a clear red line from Drake's upper lip to the tip of his chin, "you'll wake the others with all that noise." What happened next was sudden and terrible: Drake's lips split wide at the cut, filling with a foul smelling pus, and his chin swelled and bubbled, becoming covered in boils. The skin around those areas blackened, the darkness spreading up to his cheeks and down his neck. His throat constricted, suffocating him while his eyes began to water.
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Avon stumbles back as Annie's weight is forced onto him, barely managing to hold her up without falling himself. Whatever spell she cast, it used a lot of her energy, and if the young Lucas hadn't been familiar with transportation magic, he would likely have been doubled over just like Shota. Instead he was shaken, since it was a much rougher ride than he was used to, but able to keep his feet. He manages to steady himself and Annie while waiting for the third member of their party to recover.
"Well," he says slowly while looking around, "at least we're out of the forest..."