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Nelphean snapped out of his derranged mind, and noted the current situation, and calmly said, "s**t." He poured out a series of telekentic bursts on the floor arround the Beast, "Move, and that will be your brain, beast."

Nelphean ran, and kneeled near Rakka, and watched her pain... "Rakka..." The elf suffered a slight flash back, remembering the last visit he had with the chained folk... They had torn out his insides, and leaft him for dead, as they flayed Rakka, allowing the elf to watch... What fun those devils had, tormenting the elf as he had to watch them mercilessly torture his only friend... Part of their sick game... The elf still held onto some of his anger, but not as much as before... "Rakka?"

"He is the cat, right... The 12' tall beast that stomped the Malik into the floor... He looks... fine..." Nelphean didn't even look at the cat, who was Cymarron when Rakka was with Nelphean for the longest time in hell.

She merely nodded whether she heard him or not. Move Aurahkah...move dammit. Her trembling subsided the slightest bit. Funny thing was the transference always seemed worse the more it was guarded against.

Eclipse watched her a moment more, before receiving his own silent order. Walking over to Cymarron, who was indeed again Cymarron, and not the beast...which had luckily only wanted Malik, he nudged him with he nose. Again he watched then propped the feline with a wing before slipping under him, so that he now carried Cymarron on his back. With his passed out rider, he padded back to the two. "How long?"

"Don't know...this time..." Usually she could estimate when everything would subside...of course she had never had transference this bad before. It was hard to tell. All she had to do was raise her hand and heal herself, but that wasn't happening. A shake of her head and she looked to Nelphean. "Thank you Nelphean...for coming with me."

"Sounds good Nelphean....I'd do it myself but...well let's just say that now I...know why Cymarron is such a good hunter." She let out a breath, the hair in that had fallen in front of her face shifting slightly from the self created breeze.

Eclipse pawed the ground slightly. This was all so taxing. They all needed to get home...there was so much to sort out. Cymarron, this other Nelphean, just a lot in general. Looking breifly over to the rather loud creature, he had to supress a laugh. "Cry baby."

Broog looked over at Eclipse and went from crying to grinning in moments, dragging his trunk over to Eclispe and popping it open.
"Doggie talks. Doggie want to see Broog's shinies?"

In the chest was a pile of collar's, rings, necklaces, bracelets. and of course guantlets of all kinds. some were just nothign but molded steel, other were very pretty and intricate works. Apparently while mental dificient in most areas, Broog was a very good jewler.

"Broog was told to bring all da shinies he has made in dis month for the pretty lady and the doggie to pick from. Doggie like any of da shinies?

Nelphean looked into her eyes, and his almost showed the image of her... "You never said that before... But you always ahd that aura about you... You lived through much, and never truly gave in..." His eyes still bleed from that instinces, fifteen years ago...

"Calling this pain is not what we would agree too..." This was nothing... Compaired to what Rakka and Nelphean had undergone at the hands of their captors, this was childs play, or scraping a knee... "Lets agree, that I shall never let you fall into pain again..." This sounds familiar, liek something he said only yesterday, in a bright fiery place...

He waited for her heeling, but it seemed to take forever...

"Once one lives on their knees half their life, then finally are allowed to stand...giving in to something trying to force you back down is...unacceptable." It was odd, he spoke to Rakka, not her. But she pushed the thought away, letting him have his Rakka. She flexed her left hand finally, and moved it slowly to touch the bracelet that encircled her wrist. Fingertips touched the gold, and a whisper phrase later, Aurahkah was no longer on her hands and knees but sitting on the floor now, eyes closed, taking breaths as she felt the familiar effects of Egyptian magic style healing. Then a warm smile was turned on Nelphean, and the blue in her eyes melted away back to their normal chocolate color. "Are you alright as well Nelphean?

"Hm...you know. What if we just wanted the collar off of Cymarron all together? Aurahkah doesn't like the collar on him." Oh how easy to manipulate ones who fell so easily to compliments. "It is beautiful work, but...the time of collars is long past." He then raised his own head, showing no collar of his own and he was a 'pet', so he should of had one. "See, no collar."

She looked almost horrified that the sword had gotten from her. But the look was split second and quickly vanished. She pushed her self up from the floor, a bit wobbly, but steadied herself. Reaching out she graped the hilt gently and drew the blade back to herself. A moment spent staring at it before she slid it into the sheath hanging from her belt. Then she reached back out and laid a hand on his shoulder. "Again...thank you Nelphean. And yes, home sounds nice." She turned her head to look at Eclipse, who was conversing with the door guard from earlier.