The Hunted

::Faith ran quickly through the chasm. She heard the hooves behind her, she didn't have much time. She looked around and ducked into the first cave entrance she found. Her powers at their highest level she erased all traces of her footprints. Then she created an illusion that the cave entrance wasn't there. She watches at the horses and their cloaked figures stopped and looked around. She slowed her breathing being very careful to not make a sound. When they rode on she leaned against the cave wall and lowered herself to the ground. She held out her left arm and looked at the long gash. She winced as her body ached. Gashes and small scratches covered her arms, legs, back, and neck. Some of her clothing was torn, revealing even more wounds. Weary from running and the lose of blood, Faith fell over to the ground in a faint unable to heal her own wounds.::

<A travler with a white head dress, worne by many desert travelers stepped past the entrence to the cave, which (I assume, correct me if I'm wrong) was now revieled. Klare paused, the baggy thin cloth pants that tied to the ancles seemed to flutter as Klare looked within the cave. An aribic tanktop covered Klare's chest, it was a grayish blue color, matching Klare's covered hair. The french lord(ess) glanced about a long moment before stepping with in the cave, kneeling down to the young woman.> Oh my...Look at her...<Klare's voice was soft and melodical, much like a womans, the features were also.> Young lady...?<Questioned Klare tapping Faith's cheek lightly.> Young lady...<Klare now called to her, hoping to wake her.> Poor thing must be exausted...<Klare reached to the headress and began searching for the largest wound to perhaps slow the bleeding, allowing the girl to regain some of her blood without dying in the process.>

[Deval]

The soft sound of a clink echoed throughout the cave. A razor lined card lay embedded in the stones near the two. The wanderer stood in the shadows, though his blood read duster could be seen in the soft breeze, reflecting the soft illuminescent glow the dim lights in the cave produced. Only other visable part was his eyes, which eminated a soft red glow. He was no immortal, nore demon. Mearly human. And this was a fact he despised. Though he ventured for death, facing hell, as well as Thanatos. Unable to achieve his goal he had nothing left but to fufill his existance so as not to die of worthlessness. A small demonic laugh was heard from him before his gruff voice spoke.

"Well well. What have we here. Seems she ran into the wrong crew ya?"

::The deepest cut lay on her arm. A shield formed around her body almost immediately when it was touched, causing anyone who was touching her to be thrown back.::

<Klare was knocked back by the sheild. He glanced up at Deval. His own eyes narrowed. He brushed one of his bangs from his face, reveiling a feminine face.> Sir..I seems that...However I cannot touch her...<Klare stood the feminine figure was soon reveiled under the desert clothing.> My name is Klare..

[Deval]

Deval laughed quietly, not even bother to brush the bloodred hair which hung down past his eyes from his face as he stepped into the light.

"I am the Death Seeker."

::At that moment the shield seemed to shimmer. Faith's power began to drop as her energy was depleted. Her hair went from white with a gray streak to purple in an instant. As soon as it did the shield disapeared.::

<Klare shifted to face Faith once more. He knelt down placing his hand to her shoulder. He nodded to the Death Seeker.> She's not leaving just yet...<He lifted his headdress off and began to tie it around her largest wound, making the top towards her heart, tighter than the bottom, to slow the blood getting to the wound. Klare hoped to stop the bleeding long enough for her to regain awareness.>

::Faith tossed and turned. In her mind she was still running, running for her life. She was running to the only place she had felt safe besides her own home. She didn't want to endanger her parents. They may not be able to handle the ones chasing her. So she head towards the cabin where her Aunt Reni, Spade, and hopefully Ryone still lived. She spoke out in her sleep, her voice was weak and there was a hint of fear.::
"Ryone....."

[Deval]

Deval heard her and it almost sounded as if he gave a slight growl..

"Ryone huh..."

He then ventured towards Faith and Klare, tucking his deck within his pocket before producing some medicinal herbs.

"She's having a nightmare it would appear."

He knelt by Faith, lifting the bandage to apply the mixture to the wound, it would go on painlessly.

"This should help with that, as well as lower her body temperature and heartrate, nightmares can be deadly."

His eyes gave a little flash of red, he knew this fact all too well.