Hex knelt in the grass by the wildcat, altered and bound to the will and right of Rak'keli - her humble servant destined to follow the scent of blood wafting from injured beings far and wide. A force more powerful than she could have ever imagined had risen through the pit of her chest and out of every pore in her body. The sensation was overwhelming, and like the servant she now was to Rak'keli, her marked palm burned with the intensity of a forest fire, pulling energy from every one of her cells to fuel the healing power she now was tapped into. However, there was no mistaking this power for one that Hex could control, she had been a lost ship at sea and only with the healing mark was she directed - it was her divine beacon towards home. And she was utterly enslaved to that drive, unknowingly even. To her, she simply had a natural desire to heal whatever or whomever needed her. But she was yet to learn the price paid for such a fulfilling way to be of service to others - she had to heal even those who she might want to see dead. There would be crucial hurdles for her to overcome, and difficult decisions beyond her liking. As the light and revelations in her mind had subsided, Hex slowly sank back from kneeling to rest on her heels, a movement she later regretted when the wildcat became startled and swiped at Hex's face. Luckily because of her reflexes, Hex averted having her face clawed off, instead accepting the scant slice along the length of her jaw. Without taking her eyes off of the wildcat, Hex gingerly dabbed her fingers into the stream of blood that descended down her neck. If there were any pain, Hex did not feel it. Soon the wildcat padded away, wanting to be away from the confusion of what had just happened, leaving Hex behind to digest the events and collect her things. The supplies Hex had used in her attempt to heal the wildcat were scattered around her, peeking out from under blankets of dry grass flattened out. It took several searches to locate the bone needle and empty vials, but eventually they were retrieved and her pack had been slung about her torso loosely. Almost as soon as she rose to her feet she felt the irresistible tug of Rak'keli's mark, guiding her to the next victim in need of healing - it was part of her now to seek out the injured, for there was no longer any distinction between the two; friend or enemy. |