Legacy

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He was a runaway. A technical killer. But he hadn't meant for this to happen. He had just gotten so...so angry. He had been lied to, treated as a pet for nineteen years. He couldn't take it any longer. Everything just went red. By the time he regained consciousness, the entire manor was solid obsidian. The dark, glassy stone imprisoned his "parents", their servants, and the grounds of the estate. He didn't know how he did it, and because of this, he didn't know how to fix it. Terrified of the consequences of his rage, he fled on untrained wings. Awkward wingbeats and unbalanced glides took him far enough away, but the guilt still ate at him.

 

Suulis couldn't fly and further. The weak muscles in his wings couldn't take the strain it involved. That's what happened when he was never trained to fly. Instinct alone carried him this far. Flapping his wings desperately, fear spiked through the young Spira as he began to plummet. His back connected with a tree, knocking the breath from him. He fell downwards, the branches bruising and scraping his skin. When he finally hit the ground, he was exhausted. But he was also free. From here on, he would be his own man.

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Smoke filled his vision and his lungs as he awoke, coughing and gasping for air. The cockpit was in shambles and shards of glass lay scattered around him. The dashboard was on fire and orange flames licked at the hair on the end of his tail. Wheezing, he quickly jerked his tail away from the fire and he looked around, trying to see the rest of the ship. But where the cockpit had connected to the other section of the ship, there was only a large hole and more smoke.

With a whine, he turned back to focus on himself and the rapidly spreading fire. He... He had to get out. Wheezing and coughing, he pushed at the debris that covered his body, forcing them to one side and off of his body entirely. His claws scraped at the ground as he dragged himself up as best he could and dragged himself across the glass-ridden floor. With another whine, he crawled out the back of the ship, dragging himself as far away from the fire as he could manage before curling up on the grass under his feet, his hands clasped around his knees. It hurt. Everything hurt. A whimper escaped from his lips as the flames engulfed the remnants of the ship behind him, sending black smoke billowing into the air.

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Was this what it's like without a home? It was so cold...and terrible. He always had something against the cold. Even as a small child, it seemed to sap the life from him. This was discovered during a trip to the northern regions. As a small child, his family was excited to show off their new child. The exposure to the cold left him near-comatose. Since then, he's always worn layers of clothes. But his shirt had snagged on a branch and torn off (it was either the shirt or his wings. He chose the shirt), and what little protection it offered was no longer there. Shivering, Suulis covered himself in his wings.

 

Only a dim light in the distance attracted his attention. If he didn't know any better, it looked like...a fire! He couldn't believe his luck! Warmth, in the middle of nowhere! The young man bolted to the source of smoke. As he drew nearer, he realized that this wasn't just some bonfire. It was...some sort of...thing. And, obviously, it was on fire. Startled, he skirted the wreckage warily. It wasn't the warmth he wanted. This was burning hot and thick with smoke. Suulis scowled, shielding his face from the debris with a wing. But he was warm, and that mattered. A soft whimper made his massive ears twitch. The Spira turned his head, but staggered backwards at a sight. That...was a person! what was he supposed to do? Hey! Can you hear me?

Edited February 14, 2015 by shadow_claw

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A sound, separate from the ringing in his ears and even more distinct than the roaring of flames as the fire consumed his ship, reached his ears as the alien lay on the ground. Slowly, he opened one eye, then the other and focused on the creature nearby. This planet... it had lifeforms on it? Glowing, black eyes stared back at the creature as Viziel planted his hands on the ground and pressed against the ground. His back arched up slightly as he pulled himself into a sitting position, only to immediately hunch over, cradling his stomach. A high-pitched whine escaped his lips as behind him, his tail whipped around wildly. His species never was that good at hiding their emotions and the wild snapping of his tail in the air was a clear display of how he felt.

He was scared.

He was stranded, his ship or, rather, the remains of it were on fire and he was injured. His leg throbbed angrily under his torn-up black jumpsuit and the his body was bleeding from several scratches. He was pretty sure his nose was bleeding as well but it was hard to tell. And, more importantly, there was a native standing right in front of him and he had no idea what it was going to do. Should he try to run? He didn't think he could get very far but if he was going to be attacked anyway, he had to try.

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Oowowowow! That whining! Suulis's large ears flattened, plastering to either side of his head at the sound. But if he was whining...that meant he was hurt. At least...it looked male. Maybe it didn't have a gender. Maybe it had more than one! But...that didn't matter. He was hurt. Although hesitantly, Suul lifted his wing to get a better look at the stranger. They needed to get away from the heat. The young man stepped forward, deciding the stranger needed to be moved. He hooked the man's arms under his own and hefted him. Or, dragged. That worked too. You came from the sky, didn't you? Like those others. Absently did Suulis wonder if the stranger could understand him. Probably not.

 

 

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Wait, what was it doing now? Viziel's shoulders rose up to his ears as the creature moved closer and his tail began to flail around, hitting trees and small plants alike. His black eyes widened as strong arms suddenly hooked under his shoulders and he was lifted up into the air. Immediately, a searing pain shot down his body from his shoulder to his broken leg and his entire body stiffened. Whining, he twisted around in the native creature's grip, trying to free himself as he was dragged away. Some kind of sound had come from the creature but he had no idea what he was trying to say. "Let me go!" he yelled, panic filing his voice. He had no idea what the creature was saying and it was unlikely it understood him but what else could he do? He had no idea if this creature was hostile and he wasn't sure he'd ever know. But his ship was familiar. Comforting, even if it was on fire. He didn't want to leave it when all that was left was this unknown realm filled with unknown creatures.

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Squirming? As if this wasn't difficult enough, now this thing goes to squirming? I know you want let go, but that smoke's gonna kill you. Let me move you a little bit away. That strange chatter couldn't be Tiadin. That was probably why they didn't understand each other. Once the smoke became bearable, Suulis stopped. He carefully lowered the stranger to the ground, leaning him against a tree. His leg...didn't look good. Maybe he could bind it? With...hid shirt! The Spira's gaze drifted upward, following a path of broken branches. From one particularly large branch hung his shirt. It was froofy, more evidence of his rich upbringing. glancing between the shirt and the sky-fallen, he frowned.

 

Raising a hand to tell the stranger to stay still, he unfolded both sets of wings. Could he do this? He hoped so. Several, awkward beats of his wings, and he fluttered high enough to grab a branch. Now there was an awkward art of reaching the shirt. A mix between (talentless) climbing and (even more talentless) wing-flapping, and he managed to grab it. Only for his wings to quit on him (again) and send him falling again. Once he was on the ground, he groaned. That hurt just as much as it had the first time. Though, he had his shirt now! Suulis sat up, thrusting the shirt in the stranger's direction. Would he know what to do? Maybe he should just do it...

 

((More art done! I plan on doing some of Viziel too.

Edited February 14, 2015 by shadow_claw

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The distance was surprisingly short before he was set back down again and this time, his back connected with a solid, hard object. Turning his head up, he stared at the tree he was leaning against then tilted his head to one side in confusion. It was so... short. How did any of the creatures live in such short trees? Short and tiny! Were they just saplings? Looking back to the native, his black eyes glowed with much more intensity now that they were away from the light of the fire. But beyond that, they glowed in fear. While his species tended not to need it anymore, there had once been a time when they were harassed by predators. But in the darkness, it was harder to see and glowing eyes were enough to drive away animals. The higher the heart rate, the more noticeable the glow was.

He watched as the wing creature took flight, though just barely. There were many flying creatures on his home world and none of them looked nearly so awkward as this one. Was it even meant to fly? As if to answer that question, the creature suddenly fell from the tree and hit the ground with a groan. Ah... oh dear. Blinking rapidly and generally accepting that the creature seemed more useless than a predator should, Viziel watched as the native held out what he had been trying to fetch from the tree. It looked like some kind of fabric. Reaching his hand out, he moved it slowly towards the fabric, only to retreat it back a few inches when the wind picked up and the fabric fluttered forward a bit. What was he expected to do with it? His fingers twitched again as he suddenly reached out and his claws snagged the fabric, tearing small holes into it as he pulled it back towards himself as quickly as he could. Blinking rapidly, he observed the unusual fabric and flipped it over a few times, trying to study it properly. What was it for? Was it made to be worn? Sure his jumpsuit was scratched and battered but it still covered him enough. Glancing up at the creature, he blinked a few times then began to instinctively kneed at the fabric, digging his claws in and out of it as he scrunched it up in a tiny ball. He couldn't understand the creature and it was clear it didn't understand him either. It was wearing clothing, it seemed. Perhaps it was intelligent enough to learn.

"Viziel," he said, introducing himself by pointing a claw at his chest. "Vii-zee-eel." He pointed at the creature next, hoping it would understand him enough to give him its name.

 

((Cool! I'm looking forward to it!))

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Okay. Maybe he should've just done it himself. Suulian frowned. His feathers fluffing up in his frustration. From his original perch, a few golden feathers drifted down. It took an experienced eye to realize that they weren't quite...feathers. His body naturally created them, yes, but his primaries were metal, to be used as weapons. Drawing off the metal he was in most contact with (in this case, gold), the largest of his feathers were sharp as knives, but terribly malleable (gold is notoriously soft). The man thought of this until sky-fallen spoke. That's what he would be called for now. Golden eyes narrowed slightly. Viziel? Was that his name? He probably expected one in return. Suulis. Soo-liss. He replied, pointing to himself. This wasn't going to work unless they could speak to one another. They would need a mage to set up a telepathic link, but it would be expensive. And...Viziel would need medical help.

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Viziel's eyes lit up as the efforts seemed to work and the native pointed to himself and gave... some kind of name. It wasn't anything like he had heard before. Clearly, of course. His own language was more light while this native's seemed much harsher. Hopefully he would be able to learn it. After all, he was the alien in this situation. Teaching the other one his language would not be useful if he encountered more natives. "Saaaaa," he tried before cutting off in frustration. No, that didn't sound right. And his tongue didn't seem to want to conform to the sound. "Siii," he tried again but his eyebrows only furrowed together when he realized it wasn't right either. Frowning, he moved his tongue around in his mouth, trying to produce the same noise that the native had made but ultimately failing. Frowning, he looked up at Suulis and pointed at him again. Was there something else he could try? His name was just too difficult for his mouth to produce at this point.

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Was he really having problems saying his name? That was frustrating. He could give something else. His "family"'s last name wouldn't do. Maybe... Spira. Spii-rah Perhaps his race's name would be better. He doubted it. Frowning, Suulis extended a hand, using his other one to point towards a worn trail. That lead back towards town. They could get him help there. Would he need to be lifted again? Hopefully not, that had been difficult.

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"Spira," Viziel responded, his eyes lighting up again as he realized it had worked. Oh, that was much better! He had no idea what it meant but it seemed like another name so that was good enough for him. How glad he was this creature was intelligent. If he had been caught injured by some other type of creature, he could have been in much worse shape.

Following the finger, he blinked at the beaten dirt trail then looked back at the native. Go that way? Oh...but his leg. He stared down at the injured limb accusingly then back at the burning remains of his ship. He had nothing he could use to try and fix it and anything that could have been used was currently on fire.

Looking back at the native, he paused then directed his gaze to the tree he was leaning against. Twisting his torso around in a surprising amount of flexibility, he dug his claws into the tree and pulled himself onto his non broken leg. Instead of remaining like that, however, he quickly dropped down onto his hands as well and tucked his broken leg close to his chest. It was awkward, yes. But at least he wouldn't lose his balance as much. Hopping slightly, he moved away from the tree, wincing at each movement. He was moving but just barely. There were other injuries to attend to besides his leg, it seemed. Viziel would have to remove his jumpsuit soon to actually look at the damage he had suffered. He took a few shaky hops towards the trail, then turned around and looked at the native. He didn't know where they were meant to go. Which way was it? "Spira," he called, trying to show he was ready to go down the path.

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Why was he...Suulian wrinkled his nose as Viziel dropped onto all fours. Now that he noticed it, the stranger did seem to have surprisingly proportionate lengths in his arms and legs. Maybe he was meant to be a quadruped. Slowly did he walk, swinging one wing around himself to pluck a few golden feathers off. He had no money, and the services they needed required money. But this much pure gold, well, it would definitely suffice.

 

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The village didn't turn out to be a village at all, but a city. Even better. With it being so late, there were few around to gawk. Good. Golden eyes surveyed the various signs over shops, intent on finding what they needed. Finally, a perfect shop appeared to them.

Magical Items and Services

Although blandly named, it was exactly the place they needed. Darting to the door, Suulian didn't hesitate to knock. Thank goodness!

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Trailing behind the native, Viziel watched as the creature pulled out a few of his feathers. He had noticed the shiny features of them earlier when he had first seen the wings but this behavior was weird. He wasn't throwing the feathers away, he was just holding onto them. Blinking, he opened his mouth before closing it again, deciding the creature wouldn't understand him anyway. He'd just have to see what he did with the feathers he was holding onto.

 

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As they came upon a civilized area, Viziel paused. That... did not appear too good. It looked really primitive compared to his technology. Everything was made of stone and wood and it looked as if these creatures had not grasped the concept of computers yet. They were hundreds, possibly thousands of years behind the development of his own planet! He paused outside of the building the native was standing at and took a moment to look around. All of the inhabitants looked really different-was there no singular species that was dominant? Were they all one species? He looked up at 'Spira' and whined softly, his tail starting to move back and forth rather aggressively.

 

The door to the shop opened wide and a man wearing a long scarf stared back at Suulis His eyes moved from Suulis to the creature whining at his feet, at which point his head tilted to the side. It looked like a human except for the tail but it was clear to him the creature was injured quite heavily. Well, species hardly mattered at the moment. He'd tack it off as being some reclusive thing from the far north or the far south. "I suppose you'll be wanting a healing for your...companion?" He asked, looking up at Suulis.

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Uh...Yeah, if you could. He's one of the sky-fallen. I'm sure you've heard the rumors by now. But he doesn't look like the description I've heard before. He's smart, but he doesn't speak Tiadin. You you perhaps be able to put up a psychic link as well? I can pay whatever you want. Suulis explained. He spoke quickly, all the words rushing out of him at once. Quickly did he extend the fistful of delicate feathers toward the shopkeep. It was no mistaking its metallic gleam, they were golden. If you want more, I can give you more. To prove this, Suulis lifted one wing to flash the precious metal they harbored. He just really needs help.

 

()I got done with Viziel, but it's kinda rough. I'm probably gonna redo it. here it is anyway))

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"Sky-fallen, huh?" The Mage asked, scratching the back of his head. There were a lot of rumors going around. No one was really sure where they had come from but there were were a few of them who had claimed to come from above the sky. But this one didn't look like any of them. It seemed more animal, honestly. Those dark eyes and the way it walked like some kind of dog. It didn't even have wings! How could it fall from the sky if it couldn't even fly? Well, customer identity had never been a large concern of his. "That will be fine," The Mage replied with a smile as he pushed the door open further. "Have a seat. I'll take care of his injuries first, then set up a link between you. It should last long enough for you to teach him the basics of our language but it won't last forever.

Viziel stared at the stranger as the door was opened further. Uncertain of himself, he looked up at Suulis then crept inside, looking around the building cautiously. Strange objects lined the shelves nearby but in the middle of the room, there was a large table. Pausing, he glanced back at Suulis, unsure of how to proceed.

"Can you calm him down?" The Mage asked as he watched the creature skittishly stare at Suulis. "If I try to heal him now, he may grow worried. And establishing a psychic link while he is injured is a bad idea."

 

((I really like that though! It looks really nice!

When I get back to school, I'll take a shot at trying to draw Suulis.))

Edited February 15, 2015 by pudding

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Suulis walked inside, setting the feathers on the table. Thank goodness that payed. Thank you so much. I found him in some wreckage of metal, and I didn't know what to do. Carefully did he sit upon the table, scooting over so there was room for his companion. Friends? No, they'd only just met. He patted the table a few times, gesturing for Viziel to sit as well. Viziel. Over here. The poor guy must be so confused and scared. He could empathize. The memories were blurry, but he recalled being torn from his parents. The warmth and dry air soon became cold and dark. He was without the familiar smell of his mother, and had nothing but a fistful of her silver feathers and a bracelet with his name on it (in Spira, of course). As he thought about his, his gaze flickered to the leather cuff around his wrist. The symbols engraved in it was the only link to his real family his real life. Suulis Namaste was the only chance at finding them.

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Viziel watched as Suulis sat down on the table but made no effort to follow him. Instead, he turned backwards and watched as the stranger moved around the room, gathering supplies from the shelves. What was he doing, none of that looked remotely similar to healing supplies. Blinking, he glanced back at Suulis as he heard his name being called and watched as the winged man patted the table. Him too? He walked over to the edge of the table and stared at the rim before pacing at the base of the table. He couldn't jump or stand do how was he supposed to get onto it? Looking at Suulis again, he hesitantly raised one hand but without his other leg, this quickly threw him off balance and he quickly placed it down again. "I can't get up there," he said before the stranger suddenly walked over with small stepping stool and placed it in front of the table before returning to fetch things. Oh! That worked! Using the stepping stool, he managed to scramble onto the table and sit alongside Suulis properly.

"Alright, I'm going to begin the spell," the Mage said as he set his supplies down on a nearby chair. "Try to keep him from moving too much and it should take less time. If he thrashes, the magic won't hold as well." The Mage raised one palm out to Viziel as the other hand held a bowl filled with a strange liquid. "Also, he may scream," the Mage added before he began to speak quickly in a strange language.

Viziel jerked backwards as his injured leg that he had been keeping close to his chest suddenly glowed yellow as a strange aura surrounded it. What was that?! His black eyes widened in shock and began to glow brighter as the yellow spread up his leg, encasing it entirely like some kind of cast. Should he be worried about it? It looked like a forcefield but he couldn't see anything that would cause it. Before he could look to Suulis for advice, the yellow suddenly seeped into his skin and began to force the bone fragments in his leg back into place.

Viziel's screeches filled the enite shop as his tail went as stiff as a stick, sticking up in the air straight behind him. His nails dug into the skin of his upper leg and he took deep, gasping breaths as the pain in his leg increased to the point he was worried he was going to pass out. His eyes opened and stared at his leg before looking up at the stranger. Him. He was the one causing the pain. His shoulders hunched over as he quickly drew his legs in, ready to leap at the stranger and attack him for the pain he was causing.

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When watching Viziel, something fell in place inside Suulis's head. Something about his posture...it registered with shock waves of apprehension. A primordial thought screaming danger rang inside his head. And then...he didn't know what he did next. Both sets of wings wrapped around himself and Viziel, and...something happened. His skin rippled, and in an instant, all flesh and feather was replaced with glassy black stone. He was solid, an immovable statue. Every feature was carved into obsidian, perfectly replicating the Spira's appearance. It was still him, in a way. All the senses he knew were replaced by a different form of perception. He could sense everything around him, even the magic pulsating from the shopkeep. It all came off in waves, like...like they were auras or something.

Edited February 15, 2015 by shadow_claw

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Before Viziel could properly launch himself at the stranger, the large wings of Suulis suddenly blocked his vision. He faltered, but even more so when the wings suddenly turned black and hard and his friend was replaced by a statue, identical to him in every way but hard and cold like stone. His breath hitched in his throat and he drew his injured leg in closer as the pain in it suddenly intensified as some kind of unusual heat filled his leg and radiated outwards from the inside. And then, suddenly, it faded and the yellow glow returned to the skin of his leg, then vanished completely through a small gap in the hard, black feathers.

The Veh'ishue were social creatures by nature and boundaries tended to be small or nonexistent. They took comfort in the presence of their family and friends and needed others around them. Sometimes, Veh'ishue who ventured away from civilization died of loneliness. By offering up his services into the scouting mission, Viziel had taken a great risk along the way and one of his few comforts had been that he would see his family and friends again, this time safe. But now he couldn't go back. He'd been hit, been forced out of the sky and stranded. And now he had no idea what was going on other than his friend-the first person he had seen since his departure from his home world-had turned to stone before his eyes and he was trapped in by a wall made of that very same stone.

Whimpering, he raised a hand and pressed against the blackened feathers experimentally before retreating back away from them. With very few places he could go in the black stone prison, he retreated backwards and laid down, curling up in a tight ball that pressed against Suulis's cold leg. He did not notice as the heat faded from his leg and he certainly didn't notice that the pain was completely gone from it either. After so many incredible and unexpected things, his brain just seemed to shut down instead, deciding he needed a while to process everything.

 

"Hello?" The mage asked as the yellow light retreated back into his hand and he cut off his chanting. The bowl in his hand had begun to glow, ready for use against the places were the sky-fallen was bleeding. But he couldn't actually get to him until the Spira changed back to normal and let him see where the creature was bleeding. It had been hard to see beneath the black outfit the creature wore but based on the dried blood around his nose, it appeared that the creature's blood was bright blue in color. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want a small sample to study. Sky-fallen seemed so interesting in the stories but this one was new. It was fascinating, really. "Do you think you can turn back to normal now? I need to get the rest of his injuries taken care of before he bleeds out."

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Was...Was Viziel laying against him? A pang of pity swept through the man. This must be so stressful for him. Suulis felt warmth spread outwards through his body, and that familiar ripple of skin. Stone melted away to be replaced with skin and feathers once again. Staring down at the alien, a hand hovered hesitantly above Viziel's head. Was he supposed to be comforted? Suulis lifted both sets of wings and folded them neatly behind his back. Sorry. He was going to attack you. Viziel seemed as if he knew nothing about healing magicks. Did he have magic where he came from? Suulis had always believed magic to be a constant everywhere, but maybe that wasn't the case.

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"That's alright," The mage replied as he walked closer to the table, holding the bowl in one hand and a brush in to other. "I'm thankful you stopped him." He stared at the ball that the sky-fallen had managed to compress himself in at Suulis's side and sighed before setting the bowl down on the floor. If he was all hunched over on himself like that, he couldn't see his injuries. He'd have to focus on his back for now. With a sigh, he walked around to the back of the table, picking up his bowl again, along with a small pair of scissors. Slowly and carefully, as not to alarm the sky-fallen further, he slipped one blade of the scissors between the back of his neck and the black jumpsuit he was wearing and began to cut. While the creature trembled slightly, there was no other movement from him as the mage moved the top of the jumpsuit out of the way.

The mage's eyes focused briefly on the black spots that ran up and down the sky-fallen's back before turning his gaze to the actual injuries. It seemed mostly like scratches and bruises, which was very good all things considering. He didn't want to have to deal with more bone injuries."He doesn't look too bad from back here. You will need to get him some new clothes, however. What he's currently wearing is covered in glass and won't be safe to wear any time soon." As he spoke, the mage dipped his fingers into the grey liquid inside of the bowl and began to gently smear it across the cuts and bruises he could see. "There's a shop just down the street that should sell him new clothes. And I don't suppose you could get him to roll over so I can see his stomach?" The mage moved away from the sky-fallen's back and looked up at Suulis again. Viziel had not budged from his ball pressed against Suulis's leg and seemed to be making soft chirping noises under his breath.

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Suulis watched the process with little interest. He had seen it many times, as he had a knack for getting himself hurt. Nothing major, but plenty of cuts and scrapes and broken fingers. Deciding it was best, he lowered his hand onto Viziel's head, gently entangling his fingers in the alien's dark curls. Hopefully it would come off as a comfort. Really? Oh, good. I can run to get him clothes after this. It was great to be given advice. Suulis himself wasn't a native to the city and had no clue where anything was. The Spira lifted his head when asked to turn Viziel over, his nose wrinkling. Um...I can try. I dunno how he'll like it, though. Carefully did he stick both hands under Viziel, getting a gentle grip on the alien's sides. Then, he slowly turned him over. He was still in a ball, but now he was facing the other way.

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Viziel tensed up briefly as something touched his head. His eyes snapped open and his head shifted as he stared at the hand, quickly tracing it back to its owner. Oh. It was Suulis. Non-rock Suulis. He was back to normal and not a statue any longer. He sighed in relief that he was alright, not even minding so much as he was rolled over. But what were they doing? "Spira?" he asked, looking up at him briefly before he noticed the stranger holding some small blade and some strange bowl. A low growl escaped his throat as his eyes narrowed. Still, the stranger did not move away, instead reaching out and gently pressing against his knees to move them away from his chest. Immediately, the growl broke off into a hiss as he rolled back the other way, flipping over quickly until he rolled off the table and landed on the floor. Hurriedly, he scrambled underneath the tablecloth and hid beneath the table, his claws digging into the wooden floor. He needed a plan. The stranger was clearly trying to attack him and he needed to get out. The door he had come in, possibly? If not, he could jump out the window. It wasn't the most dangerous thing he had done all day, after all.

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Needless to say, Suulis was startled when Viziel suddenly rolled from the table to hide beneath it. He stood abruptly, his golden eyes widened. He doesn't understand what you're trying to do. His other injuries aren't that bad. Maybe it's best you leave him be. He suggested. Carefully did he crouch to stare at Viziel from beneath the table. Viziel? This wasn't going to work. Not at all. Viziel didn't know what was good and bad and Suulis had no way of telling him. Hesitantly, he extended a hand toward the alien. This was all in the hope he wouldn't be attacked in doing so. With Viziel, he couldn't be sure.