[Silence is only barely paying attention to Crowe, focusing first on getting the wound to close - which, between the spells and his mystic regeneration, is happening quickly enough to actually be visible to the naked eye. Of course, with Silence feeling his blood gushing from the place where his arm was a moment ago, it can hardly go fast enough, and it seems ages before the wound entirely closes.
When he finally stops casting Starlight Heal and opens his eyes again, there's no sign of his wound beyond the arm lying at his feet and the (still somewhat sizable) pool of blue blood on the pavement. That, and Silence's hungering for blood like he hasn't in years. Blood isn't critical to a mystic - they aren't forced to feed on it as traditional vampires are said to - but it does grant them strength and power(even to the point of absorbing the power of other mystics should they drink mystic blood, which is often the primary purpose), and in particular helps them recover from grievous injury. The instinct to feed is suddenly no longer a casual impulse, but a fierce desire, and Silence has to force himself not to stare at Crowe's neck. He touches the stump of his arm with his other hand, which he notices - with some surprise - is trembling. Likewise, occasional shivers make themselves known through the stirring of his wings.
Finally, though, he manages to give Crowe a weak smile. The one good thing he's able to note is that the searing sensation - which he can only assume was the infection traveling through his mystic blood - is now entirely gone...most likely flushed out of his system entirely in the bleeding, or severed with his arm. Which, he notes with some distaste, is rotting away where it fell.]
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Date: 2011-09-20 12:03 am (UTC)When he finally stops casting Starlight Heal and opens his eyes again, there's no sign of his wound beyond the arm lying at his feet and the (still somewhat sizable) pool of blue blood on the pavement. That, and Silence's hungering for blood like he hasn't in years. Blood isn't critical to a mystic - they aren't forced to feed on it as traditional vampires are said to - but it does grant them strength and power(even to the point of absorbing the power of other mystics should they drink mystic blood, which is often the primary purpose), and in particular helps them recover from grievous injury. The instinct to feed is suddenly no longer a casual impulse, but a fierce desire, and Silence has to force himself not to stare at Crowe's neck. He touches the stump of his arm with his other hand, which he notices - with some surprise - is trembling. Likewise, occasional shivers make themselves known through the stirring of his wings.
Finally, though, he manages to give Crowe a weak smile. The one good thing he's able to note is that the searing sensation - which he can only assume was the infection traveling through his mystic blood - is now entirely gone...most likely flushed out of his system entirely in the bleeding, or severed with his arm. Which, he notes with some distaste, is rotting away where it fell.]