Lord_Deathstalker
The bleeding nose perv
Elie took control of his mental dreamscape with a touch of what little magic he had left. Elie grew sick at the thought of what he was about to do. But he needed to get on his feet again. And he had taxed his body near to death. The landscape was that of stars. Lights from life both big and small around him the people that had taken him in. Looked like suns moving his gaze to a thicket of scrub about the only thing that did grow up this far in the mountains.
What he did next Elie would always describe as wrong. The kind of wrong of a boy butchering his favorite hound and eating the meat raw. For the only way, Elie knew to drain the energy out of something was to attune his mind to it. And leech the life out of it. To make things even harder Elie was not a plant so the energy he did get from the plant would be lost in translation. He did the math and feeling like he might throw up. He drained the life out of five of the scrub brush around the camp. Pulling the power into him Elie felt horrified and had to use all his discipline to force himself to continue the magic.
Elie's eyes popped open and he sucked in a deep breath. Throwing the coat off Elie heaved strings of bile escaping his mouth. As he took a few steps away. He had nothing in his belly. So the taste of acid was all that filled his mouth. After a moment, Elie whipped his mouth with the back of his hand. Not having the energy to rework the magic that had kept him warm. Elie moved back to the coat and wrapped it around himself. With a deep breath, Elie spoke not looking at any of the others his gaze fixed on the ground. "I take it you may have some questions."
What he did next Elie would always describe as wrong. The kind of wrong of a boy butchering his favorite hound and eating the meat raw. For the only way, Elie knew to drain the energy out of something was to attune his mind to it. And leech the life out of it. To make things even harder Elie was not a plant so the energy he did get from the plant would be lost in translation. He did the math and feeling like he might throw up. He drained the life out of five of the scrub brush around the camp. Pulling the power into him Elie felt horrified and had to use all his discipline to force himself to continue the magic.
Elie's eyes popped open and he sucked in a deep breath. Throwing the coat off Elie heaved strings of bile escaping his mouth. As he took a few steps away. He had nothing in his belly. So the taste of acid was all that filled his mouth. After a moment, Elie whipped his mouth with the back of his hand. Not having the energy to rework the magic that had kept him warm. Elie moved back to the coat and wrapped it around himself. With a deep breath, Elie spoke not looking at any of the others his gaze fixed on the ground. "I take it you may have some questions."
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