Snippet #1525149

Duran was woken in his tent the next morning. It was still a bit early, though after deciding that alcohol would not be the best idea the previous night, he had a lot less to complain about than some of the other legionnaires. His second thought would have been about Goma, had the thing that woke him up not been so relative to his thoughts.

"Sir, we found your wolf," said one of the legionnaires who had disturbed his sleep. Duran immediately exited the tent, shocked at what he saw. Goma was in the arms of another legionnaire. She was horribly beaten and thrashed; Her eyes was swollen shut, and covered in crusted blood and deep lacerations.

"She's alive sir, but she won't last much longer." said the legionnaire who was carrying her. Goma let out a nearly inaudible whimper as Duran ran screaming over to her. He took her in his hands and gently rested her on the ground. He stroked her head with tears in his eyes, as fresh blood began to cover his hands.

"You're gonna be okay, girl. You're..." He held back a sob, and stroked her head again. "You're gonna be okay."

Duran closed his eyes and continued to pet her, as a soft green glow began to shine from his hands. He continued to stroke her head, and tried to hold back the urge to break down. The green glow from Duran's hands began to pass itself over to Goma, as slow sparks of magic jumped from wound to wound, slowly mending the wolf's body. Her eyes began to become visible again as the swelling reduced, but even though the wounds were closing, there was no amount of magic that could fix her spirit. She wobbled onto her paws, and licked Duran's tear-lined cheek without the vigor of the wolf that he had known for so long. She would need time to recover from the wounds, both mentally and physically.

"Girl, go lay down in the tent." Duran said calmly.

Goma obliged, hobbling her way into Duran's tent, as the couple of legionnaires who had brought her to him looked with some pity for the druid. Even for a man, the thought of losing a pet dog could be a very emotional. Duran wasn't just a man, though. He was a druid. Goma was more than a pet than anybody else could ever understand. Duran stood up off the ground, his hands still wet with the wolf's blood, and looked the man who had brought Goma to him.

"Thank you. Thank you for finding her. If there is ever anything I can do to repay you, it would not be enough to express my gratitude."

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Sarish's eyes opened as a groan escaped from his lips. His eyes skimmed all sides of the tent. Of the five woman that followed him back last night, only three remained, but three out of five was good enough for Sarish. The pounding in his head didn't seem to be enough to prevent him from casting a small orison that cleansed him of the toxins of the previous night. He stealthily slithered out of the tent attempting to keep the ladies from waking up as well. He quickly went about his duties, hoping that the women from the previous night would either stay asleep, or stay away from his location. He went to the armory first, and began to don his gear for another day of war. It was fortunate, at least, that he had enjoyed himself the night before. After all, there was no telling what the next battle would bring, if the first was any indication.

The thought of Iriana had crossed his mind as well. The lamia was a traitor, that much was sure. He was quite surprised that nobody had come to him for information or interrogation, though there was little in his background information that would link him to her. It was probably best just to keep his mouth shut, and pray that it didn't come back to haunt him.