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She saved me

    • Name: Lyra
    • Species/Race: Snake, species unknown
    • Scales: Pure white
    • Eyes: Black
    • Age: Unknown
    • Size: A good few feet long, similar build/features to a python
    • Sex/Gender identity: Female. She/Her/Hers
    • Family: Unknown
    • Personality: Gentle, cunning, kind, protective, motherly
    • Abilities: None as far as she's said
  • /////// "She saved me and I suddenly knew I wasn't alone.."



  • /////// Lyra, that is what she said her name was when he asked who the voice belonged to, and he thought such a beautiful name befitting an angel as he still thought she was. However the truth soon struck him that this was no angel, though that made the interaction no less disappointing to the distraught young man. As he felt smooth scales along his feet as she approached him closer he knew then that this was some sort of animal, it had to be, and what other animal could it be but a snake? There were no feet that he could feel as she asked to be lifted, gently directing Liori just where to feel for her at his exposed feet, and her scales were as smooth as a stone washed over centuries by the ocean's waves. It also made sense as to why none of the townspeople keeping eye on the shed where he was kept hadn't taken notice the sneaking visitor. But he wondered; just how had she found me and why come to him?

    His newly found friend explained that she had come to his aid, but who or what had sent her she did not say nor how she had even heard of his current treatment. That meant little to the young blonde as he was merely relieved to have conversation that was not of his alleged demons or what torment they were going to put him through that day to rid him of them, in fact she had promised him that soon enough he would no longer need to fear when they would enter his prison in the shed next. In fact she even went as far as to promise him freedom from this wooden prison. But how? He simply couldn't fathom it, but one must understand that this was all he knew for so many years of his life and with his sight gone how could he even possibly live a life on his own? This was all quite overwhelming to him as you can understand yet Lyra's gentle words soothed his worries so easily.

    How did she know of his abilities?, Liori continued to ask himself this question each night she would visit him because she spoke of them each time they were in private as if she had known of them since before he even did. It was odd, but he supposed that many of the animals he spoke to as a child knew of them without having seen them at work. However unlike them Lyra encouraged them, encouraged him to try his best to use them to escape but how? How on Earth could the wind or rain help him get out this god forsaken shed? He simply didn't understand it, not until the night that Lyra's words echoed through his head over and over, and on that night he was once again scheduled to be burned. This night it seemed to be more painful than the rest, his cries and screams much louder than they had been before, and as if the sky heard his cries herself she began to bring down an assault of her own to the town.

    At first it was the distant rumbling of thunder, and a few droplets of rain. Then lightning began to dance across the sky in a way it had never before, brighter, quicker, larger. The sky would turn purple and white with its flashes, and then the thunder began to shake the very ground. What came next were the winds; unlike anything the townsfolk had seen before, as Liori weeped and cried with Lyra trying to sooth him as she was held in shaky, weak hands, the wind seemed to respond to these cries and at first began to bedn the very trees that surrounded the town. Branches went flying, as did other small debris such as small rocks, buckets, other tools left outside by the doors of farms and barns. It was chaos, and little did it register to Liori that this was his own doing, that this was but a scratch of the surface to the powers he could hold.

    When Liori finally settled, calmed by the soothing comforts of his now dearest friend what she said next had him pausing in utter confusion. 'Step outside,[/]' She told him, over and over again until she had finally assured him it was okay, that no one was outside the door. And so, with her as his eyes, he weakly stumbled to the door and after so long stepped out into the world. The rain was pouring but the wind had settled, the thunder nothing more than a light rumble above them. And Lyra was right, no one was there to stop him. Where had they all gone, what had happened? Lyra told him that they had all run and hid, that he had saved himself. Yet it still took a moment's convincing to urge the young man to continue on, yet when Lyra did finally convince him Liori felt something he hadn't in so long; Relief.
  • /////// Not only did relief fill him as he felt the wet rain pouring over his bare form but he felt a sense of joy, of freedom, and added to the rain pouring down his face were tears. Tears that were not of pain or fear, but pure bliss. He could feel the gentle breeze now against him, and though it chilled him tot he bone Lyra assured him he would soon be warm as she knew a place for him to take shelter within the deepest part of the woods. So that is where Liori began to travel with Lyra as his guiding eyes through the woods; scarred, naked, soaking wet, but free. For many hours he refused to rest, a lingering worry that if he did so then he would be found again when the townspeople came out from their hiding. Though as the sun rose on the second day and he could feel its warm rays against his chilled skin he finally chose to rest, Lyra leading him to a spot beneath a giant shady tree so that the rays of the sun would not harm his exposed skin as he slept, and slept he did. For so long he prayed for death to come in his sleep and yet before his dreams, yes dreams that had for so long abandoned him, took over he only looked hoped to wake still free with Lyra at his side.

    The trip in whole had been roughly five long days, a long ways to go without clothes but he was alive and that was what mattered the most. Lyra guiding him, telling him what to eat and where to find it, helping him to adapt to what would become his knew safe life within the woods- but as the fifth day came to an end Lyra had lead the young man to a battered old stone cottage in the woods, seemingly abandoned for some time now with ivy growing up along its outer walls, the windows and shutters coated in dust, but inside was something still salvageable and for Liori the perfect home.

    Again with Lyra as his guide he began to clean the place up, even managed to find himself some clothing that while needed a good wash from the dust coating its soft fabrics would be perfect and easy for him to manage given his eyesight. Simple robes with a belt to keep them secure at his hips, loose and comfortable. They may not have been the fanciest or nicest clothes but to a man who had lived for so long in terror as he did they were treasures, the whole cottage was a treasure to him. It was hard at first to learn to live in the woods without his sight, and even now hes till mourns for his vision lost and wishes someday to see the colors of the world again, but he takes nothing for granted; his other senses still intact, his home, the woods that provide for him all he needs, and Lyra who made a vow to always be at his side.

    Money if of no necessity to him given his way of life either; Lyra has taught him where to forage for vegetables, mushrooms, berries, etc. Why, he even learned how to stitch his clothing when it tore. That of course came with its own trials, and some very sore fingertips during the learning experience of using the needles blindly. Still, he had managed to learn how to survive and survive he does! Happy, warm, safe and never alone as he was in the shed. Though a small part of him still craves for the interaction of people, other humans, yet with this wish there was still an ever lasting fear that they would treat him as the townspeople of his own home had. Fear, anger, that they would bring him the same pain others had. Scar him further, and so he never attempts to find people on his own accord, staying quiet in his forest life and going day by day in a rather mundane manner.

    Still though the traumas of his past haunt him the form of nightmares; sometimes he can still feel the burning of his flesh at night when he sleeps, hears their accusing voices scolding him or calling him a devil, sometimes he could swear he can heard them coming towards his home as if they've finally found him. But Lyra is always there to assure him that those cruel folks won't find him again, that he is safe. Still one can't simply shake away trauma such as his. Liori is broke far more than he lets on, yet in his broken state he doesn't realize his slow healing is also strengthening him in many ways.
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    /////// 'Hold him gently in your hands.
    He has been cracked enough
    as it is,
    and his heart is more
    shattered than he lets
    on.    '