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KIARA OAKLY - Druid / Witch / Healer / Doctor
Independent, semi-selective roleplay blog for Druid/witch healer OC Kiara Oakly. Over 10+ years of development, originally a BBC Merlin OC, now with verses in: ACOTAR, Fourth Wing, Bridgerton, Marvel, Musketeers, Supernatural, modern, historical and many more! Multiverse, crossover friendly, and multiship. Mun is 25+ years old.
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"You seem nervous my dear." The words were not callous, they were only an observation. His blue eyes surveyed her, not dismissively, but with the curiosity of a King. "We hope we did not scare you. Mortals often grow intimidated by us." He watched as the wind ruffled through her hair, almost by design. "Forgive me, but I am also intrigued."
"Yes..." she admitted, swallowing thickly. "We - we have stories about your kind." Stories warning them to stay far, far away. But he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt or attack her, instead surveying her with genuine curiosity, and she gave him a weak smile. "You are? Have you met a human with magic before?"
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snow didn't really know how to ask her question without sounding strange. in her head, that's how she sounded. then again, when was the next time they'd be able to talk without anyone walking in or telling kiara to get away from her. "why are you being so nice to me?" snow wasn't supposed to be seen or heard. she was used to being ignored by her stepmother and anyone who was loyal to her (or terrified they'd be punished for speaking to snow). snow wouldn't have blamed kiara if she just ignored her.
Oh. That wasn't the response she was expecting, and she paused for a second, her lips twisting thoughtfully as she considered what to say. Kiara was just being her usual friendly self, and she hadn't been making a particular effort to be extra kind. "Do you not...want me to?" she asked, more than a little puzzled. "I can stop talking, if you'd prefer that."
"Uh, usual, so I'll probably end up sticking around for way over my twelve hours, admittedly," he snorted, "But uh..." he grimaced, shifting just slightly, "I mean, I've told them I have to be out of there on time tomorrow but if push comes to shove... I use the eighth floor." he cleared his throat and inclined his head just slightly. "I hate having to work on shift day, it... I end up being... not that nice." He had been pulled up for his behaviour on those days before. His jaw was aching. "I'll be alright, though, I handle it."
She nodded, understandingly; when was the last time she stuck to her actual shift hours? She couldn't recall. "Well, I'll see what I can come up with tonight and bring it to work tomorrow. If you take it early in the day, it'll help more."
She swallowed, thinking about just how unexpected her day had turned out to be. It had been a long time since she had admitted her abilities to anyone, but at least this time she knew she was perfectly safe.
"I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
Ben knew that she would look different in a dress, he wasn't that stupid, but he hadn't realised quite so different when it was literally just the dress and nothing else of dressing up. His eyes scanned over the material, which left rather little to the imagination, and pondered how Kiara was single when she was pretty enough to charm any of his agents into a trap.
"Uh- Skin?" He blinked a few times, chewing on the tip of his thumb as he considered. "I think you look stunning. Are you going to feel comfortable? I don't see why anyone else would argue, nor would I allow them to make any comment on you." Marcus would enjoy getting to scare anyone who dared to.
Reaching behind her, she pulled her hair down from her ponytail and shook her head, letting the hair fall down in front of her shoulders. That seemed better. She couldn't immediately tell whether Ben liked the dress or not, his expression not giving much away as usual, but a bright smile tugged her lips upwards at his easy compliment.
"Thank you," she murmured, her hands smoothing the blue fabric. "I think so. It's just very different to my scrubs," she chuckled. "I have another dress I could wear instead, if this is too much. Give me a minute, and I'll try that one as well."
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"Been better!" he called out to her, proceeded by a sharp wheeze that wracked his body in retaliation for the raised volume. Ben did his best to force a grin onto his bloodless face when Kiara crossed the threshold into his apartment, but the punishment he'd taken was about as bad as it looked, and neither a smile nor his joking it off could disguise it. Forcing himself to a sitting position, Ben slipped his mask off to give Kiara somewhere she could touch and work her magic, too feeble to remove any more of his scarlet-stained costume. "I'm just lucky you make housecalls." he muttered quietly now that she was face-to-face, not eager for a repeat of his earlier spasm. It wasn't the sharpest joke he'd ever told, but there was a feeling of unease that had crept in once the possibility of dying had receded that kept him from his usual wit, the feeling that he had scarcely begun to make up for drawing her into the tangled web of his superheroic world before relying on her to save him. Maybe he'd never be able to properly balance those scales.
A deep furrow appeared between her brows at the state of him, and she didn't reply to any of his attempts at jokes, instead reaching out immediately to cradle his face in her hands. Her powers surged into him, tenderly seeking out the broken flesh and knitting it together with nothing more than a flush of warmth.
When she was satisfied he was at least medically stable, and wasn't about to bleed out right there in the middle of his apartment, she withdrew her hands from his face and started to peel the bloodstained suit off his injured body. It was always easier, and more effective, if she could send her powers directly into the site of the wound.
"What happened?" she asked. "Where are the worst of your injuries?" She was pleased to see that her powers had already healed him sufficiently that the wounds were no longer pouring blood onto the floor.
The guards escorted Kiara into the depths of Castle Doom. The vast stone hall towered over her. The air was cool and slightly damp. Faint screams of agony could be heard from elsewhere in the great fortress. Slight chemical and electrical smells accented the air. The huge door before Kiara swung open. Within, Doom himself sat on his throne. He looked upon Kiara not as a person, but as a thing. He waved and some *force* pushed Kiara down onto her hands and knees. Robotic tendrils encircled her arms and legs, holding her there. "Ah, MIss Oakly. I am pleased that you have accepted my invitation."
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As soon as she had stepped through the threshold of the castle, Kiara had realised what an awful mistake she had made. What did it matter, truly, if he told everyone of her powers? At least she would be safe, even if her medical career was destroyed. Terror bubbled up within her with each step she took further into the fortress, but there was no escaping the guards.
She'd hardly crossed into the elaborate throne room before she was forced down onto the ground, and a gasp escaped her at the strength of his power.
"What do you want from me?" she mumbled, trying in vain to free herself from the invisible restraints.
He nods in understanding as she goes on, still smiling at the opportunity to talk about his job and to hear about hers. As good as he is at being a vet, he couldn't imagine being a people doctor.
"Honestly? We mostly get cats and dogs, but occasionally birds and rabbits, too. I used to volunteer in wildlife rehabilitation, though, and that was always a challenge. Something new every day." He chuckles, eyes squinting into his cheeks with his bright smile.
A few nods. "Yeah, I...I guess I'm the exception because I tried day shifts once and, uhhh..." He blinks hard a couple times, knuckles at his eye a little. "Yeah, it was not- it was not good," he laughs shyly, cheeks flushing. "I have a problem with inconsistency, um, because I have a sleep disorder, and the day shifts are way less consistent than the night ones, so..." He shrugs. "Usually I just sleep most of the day away."
"Oh, that sounds wonderful," she smiles, with genuine enthusiasm. "Sometimes I wish my patients would talk less," she joked, "although I'm guessing you probably get bitten and scratched more than I do?"
She nods, understandingly. From her own experience, people usually loved or hated night shifts. "Well I'm glad they work for you. I have to switch between day shifts and night shifts, and that's always a difficult change. My name's Kiara, by the way. It's nice to meet you."
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what enters the room before you do?
the energy
you arrive like warmth does, without asking permission. Before you speak, before you settle into a chair, something in the room softens. Conversations loosen their shoulders. Silences stop feeling accusatory. People don’t always know why they feel safer around you; they just do. Your presence is porous. You feel atmospheres the way skin feels temperature. Joy clings to you easily. So does unease. You often carry emotions that were never formally handed to you - just left in the air, assumed you’d hold them. Still, there is something grounding about you. You remind people that gentleness isn’t weakness, that openness can be steady. Colours: Honey, warm amber, sunlit linen Scene: Sitting cross-legged on the floor while others talk around you, quietly anchoring the room just by being there.
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Logan would be lying if he wasn't looking over his shoulder just a couple times during Threshing. There were a few other cadets who had it out for him, his superiority intimidated them. Even as he watches one of them slink away deep into the valley, Logan refrains from following, from snuffing out the threat. He is not so easily bent.
You're restraint shows competence.
Looking to the voice, where it could have originated had it not vibrated within his skull, he's met with the sight of a copper swordtail slowly emerging from the shadows of dense woods, where his gleam otherwise was concealed. Logan could've easily been it's dinner had he not looked any closer.
Your golden shimmer rivals mine. A loud exhale of breath through powerful nostrils ruffles the foliage around Logan with a dangerous warmth. Such presentations may be tactful. Come. The dragon bends and allows Logan an ease to climb up his front leg, soon finding the seat thereafter, taking flight not a moment later. Diaval, he'd said in introduction once they'd gained the eye of a fair few dragons in the denser areas, a good distraction they could be down the line for the war efforts. Bait, more like Logan thought, and was equally chided by Diaval's mind for strategy.
Such thoughts clouded his mind, the elation of flight adding to a momentary lapse in alertness. How he was catapulted off Diaval's back is a mystery, the world gone black from the impact and the pain his body suddenly succumbed to. He couldn't even scream, it rendered him mute. Coming to on the ground, lush green covered in blood, he can't move. Watching that cadet come over to him, blade raised, only to be impaled from behind by Diaval's tail and forcibly thrown clear across the valley. The piercing roars of two dragons now fighting over him make the world ring in his ears as he lay there, feeling his energy seep and spill out into the wet soil beneath him.
Only briefly as he slowly blinks back the blackness, he spots a shadow descending, and he has not the faintest idea to defend himself. Diaval has been screaming at him to stay awake, to keep blinking, to move something, if he could. So Logan had started tapping his fingers on the ground, even though that was getting harder and harder to do. Little did he know the offending dragon now lay in a heap on the grass, a green dragon moving towards Diaval and they nuzzled softly.
But all Logan could see was Kiara, a halo of gold obscuring the scene before him.
Wide-eyed with panic, she barely allows Verdisia to land before she's jumped down from the creature's back and sprinting across to Logan's still body on the ground. No, no, no. This could not happen, she would not allow this to happen. She could not fathom a world without Logan by her side. Mercifully, as she reaches his prone figure, she sees that he's still conscious. Only just, from the look of the blood staining the grass under him.
"Logan! Oh no, no, no. Stay with me. Please, please stay awake. I'll - I'll get help, I'll get the mender at the college," but even as the words stumble free from her lips, she knows that's not going to work. There's no time. Desperately, she presses her hands against the worst of his wounds and glances up towards the two dragons, who seem to be watching her intently. "Please. Do something! Help me!" she cries, tears blurring her vision.
You know what to do, child. You have always known. Feel the power within you, channel the new bond between us.
Her dragon's voice in her mind is so calm, so confident, that a fraction of Kiara's panic ebbs away. Instead, she does as she is bid - delving into the well of power suddenly bubbling up within her, without a second thought. Abruptly, her hands glow a warm gold, and she can feel Logan's skin beneath her palms in a way she never has before, as though she is touching every cell in his body, and each one answers directly to her. Her power flows into him, soothing away the pain and knitting together the damaged skin in just a handful of seconds. Not even the most experienced, powerful mender was capable of such impressive feats of healing and when she is certain that no cut or even a stray bruise remains upon Logan's body, she slowly withdraws her hands.
"Are you still hurt?" she asks, urgently. She has no time to marvel at her own abilities, just yet.
❝𝓛ike me... Well, you're going to have to be more specific.❞ Alistair said, tilting his head faintly to the side as he spoke, eyeing the woman over. Vampires? Trackers? People who enjoy travelling for the hell of it? However, it was more of a necessity rather than pleasure.
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Pursing her lips, she glanced around to make sure they were truly alone. "Other vampires," she clarified, her voice low. "There's at least a dozen of them. I didn't get near enough to find out anymore than that. Thought you might want to know, so you can make a quick exit." He certainly hadn't seemed the most sociable of people.
was this dumb? did he really act this dumb and not look at where he was going. this was a dumb choice. then again, there were no other options to get this problem solved. the ferry wasn't running any more today and he couldn't get in a boat himself to the mainland. he nodded. all he could really focus on was pain. he was already exhausted from clenching his fists so hard for so long. "i just wanna get this over with." jimmy couldn't even look at his leg with all the thorns in it. he might get sick. "OW!" it didn't hurt that bad but he could feel it coming out. "are we done?" he knew the answer already: no.
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Her nose wrinkled sympathetically at his cry of pain, but she didn't glance away from the remaining thorns in his leg. She'd managed to get the first one out cleanly, without the thorn breaking or splintering further under the skin, and it had hardly bled at all. So far, so good. That didn't stop the pain, unfortunately. "Um...a few more to go. You're doing great," she encouraged. "Do you want me to keep going, or take a break?"
“You ever think people would be happier without their secrets?”
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"I don't think telling my secret will absolve me," Martin murmured, not looking at the women. He could sense great power within her but he didn't want to address it. Instead, the young man shrugged and kept step with her.
That wasn't quite the answer she was expecting, and an eyebrow curved upwards then thoughtfully. "Do you think it would be easier, though?" she asked, as she walked side by side with him. It was such a strain to Kiara to keep her own secrets firmly locked away.
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“That’s not … I … ,” he trailed off, staring at her as he took the license gently from her hand. He slipped it into his wallet, making a mental note to be more careful with it in the future. Truthfully, Theodore was glad she’d agreed to come along to the bookshop with him because he’d drank a little more than usual without meaning to and at least he knew now he hadn’t ended up somewhere he shouldn’t because she was there. And if he’d trusted her enough to tell her his name even in his inebriated stated, well, maybe there was something about Kiara that even he didn’t know yet. Sighing, Theo pulled up a chair each for them both, gesturing for her to sit before he flopped into one himself. He flicked a hand toward the fireplace, only starting it with magic because he knew that she had the gifts too. He didn’t remember everything they had spoken about already, but that was something he did remember. “That was my name before I came London. I haven’t heard or used it say — ten years now? I’ll admit that I’m surprised that I told it to you, Kiara.”
She couldn't help but smile at his blatant display of magic, and her eyes were drawn to the flames for a long moment. Kiara had spent her whole life hiding her abilities, and it was more than words could say to find another person whom she did not have to hide from. "Really?" she turned back to face him, sitting down on the offered chair and linking her hands together back in her lap. "You must definitely have had too much to drink then," she teased. "Does anyone else here know?" she asked, after a moment of silence. "About your magic? I've so rarely met another person like me."
"Then it sounds like you're about to dine on Monster energy and a texmex wrap from the place across the street." Theo rolls his stool over to the desk drawers to pull out his wallet. "Unless of course you'd prefer something else. I know I've got odd tastes." He chuckles out while standing up.
She laughs, head tilting to one side as she contemplated his choice. "I'd be happy with a texmex wrap, but maybe I could grab a coffee instead? The more sugar, the better. Thanks so much, I'll get the next one."
