It was not a slow pace that Halina moved through the terra. No, even though she dragged the brute behind her, she kept up a good click, his unconscious form getting cut up by every rock it got caught upon. Her anger blocked out the pain in her limb - she could bear weight on it, so clearly it wasn't broken, but it was... an annoyance. Had she been thinking clearly, she would have been more concerned by the tingling in her pain, and to be honest, the lack of pain. For it was not that her anger numbed the wound, but the poison that even now was seeping into her bloodstream was blocking her nerves. For now, at least. Little did she know that it was not permanent. This was the appeal of using it as a poison - many infected did not know anything was wrong until they were incapacitated with agony. It started off with a numbness, but soon it would begin to destroy, not block, the nerves. The myelin sheaths surrounding the fragile fibers would be decimated, causing the nociceptors to go wild, overfiring, causing a system, universal agony that could not be soothed. No herbs would even begin to dull it - it was said to feel like fire in your veins. Every single sensation a stab wound, a blade penetrating your skin and twisting back and forth. Your only hope was the antidote - a rare flower whose name was long forgotten, but healers often referred to it as The Touch of the Gods, a fitting name for it was the only way to combat Lucifer's Tears.

The antidote itself was unspectacular. It was neither large nor flowery. It looked much like many weeds, and was often destroyed in order to let more common and useful herbs grow. Not only was it rare, but knowledge of it was, for lack of a better word, lacking. Few chose murder by poison nowadays, often choosing an assassin who would physically do the deed themselves. Going hand and hand with that, the antidote was only useful in fighting against Lucifer's Tears. It bound the dissolved poison irreversibly, making it harmless, and helped, somehow, to rush the regrowth of the myelin sheathing around the nerves. The recovery was a long and painful one, needing to take the antidote twice daily everyday to ensure no poison was left unbound. The painful part, of course, lasted until every fiber was covered, preventing the nerves' overstimulation.

Finally, Kershov found her, as she knew he would. The scent of blood, her blood, was reeking and winding its way throughout the terra. Who is this? Growling, Halina cranked her neck, throwing his limp form at Kershov's paws. "He is an intruder who ran across the boundary without a second thought, attacking me without warning. He gave no hesitation not explanation. I may have... Hit his head against a rock a few times in an attempt to... 'Knock some sense into him', you may say." Darkly, she chuckled, but it turned to a low growl as she watched the form finally start to stir. By, the wounds on the brutes head had closed, but it still flowed freely from his side due to the various cuts he got along the way from being dragged.

How bad is it? Fractured? Halina shook her head, half a smile creeping upon her kissers, causing her scars to wrinkle upon her cheeks. "Hardly. Just a flesh wound, Nothing to worry about." Anger starting to subside, she lowered her haunches to the earth. I'm glad you brought him in, Halina. Wouldn't want any innocent passers-by to witness what Abendrot does to those who harm it.

A cough drew her attention to the form on the earth, her lids slitting as he began to laugh. I'm alive? That's rich... He tried to stand but Halina put a paw upon his back shoving him back into the earth - only those worthy were allowed to stand before Kershov... This one was nothing more than scum. I've been listening to your accounting of our encounter, Halina, and you are quite the liar. This was no chance encounter. You have drawn me here. Halina sat once more and began to lick her limb, cleaning the blood from it. My mission was revenge. For what was done to me. And I have succeeded. Just a flesh wound? I think not. It shall be your demise. Halina, thinking his words those of a lunatic, thought nothing of it until suddenly she felt her tongue start to tingle and go numb. Her eyes, going wide, realized suddenly that this brute was truly no stranger to her. "KERSHOV!" Her words were meant as a warning but they were delivered too late. The fallen brute lunged, quick as a rattler, striking out at the alpha, his teeth just grazing the Ice King before he was smacked to the earth once more, darkness taking over him.



OOC- for the next post you can godmode a little and have kers be the one to knock him out :)