Salt in my wounds

Alaki · 01-18-2011, 09:37 PM

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Back Date: Jan 17th 2011, 06:30 AM
Woo for needing a medic xD

It had been a long, painful walk home. He’d received more injuries from J'adore than he had initial thought; the majority of the damage was on his front legs, both covered in scrapes of varying length and depth. His already dark coat had darkened a few shades from the blood that now ran through it. Across his chest and small areas of his face stung, the damage to the two areas still remained undetermined as he had yet to take a decent look at them, but he hoped that they were just the minor scrapes he believed them to be.

Slowly he hauled his worn out body towards the caves he now called home, just ahead of him he could see the emergency entrance. Not far to go, just a few more steps he repeated to himself again and again. Finally he reached the entrance and collapsed just to the side of it, chest rising and falling as he struggled for breath. Looking down at his tattered legs all he started to asses the wounds, nothing seemed overly serious but there was a lot of sand in the cuts and the long one going up his right leg seemed deep.

Gingerly he lowered his head, slowly licking at the deeper wound. Pain shot up his leg and a small yelp escaped from him. God he hurt, he wanted to curl up and sleep but the wounds needed cleaning. Lowering his head he licked at the wound again, tensing as the pain reared through him again. Today was going to be a long one it seemed.

Demi D'Angelo · 01-23-2011, 05:04 PM

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Demi was doing what Demi normally did when Ouija was around, being a deviant and ignoring everything else that usually mattered. But even now she knew better, and this morning she was out and about, feeling alive for a fleeting moment. Her form was adorned by a soft pink dress she currently wore. The D’Angelo female was feeling beautiful today and had decided to play upon her own feelings and went to dress herself up.

Her short cropped hair glimmered a bit with some of the paint Ouija had brought along with him. For the first time she had added a soft hue of red to it and after spying her image in a mirror instantly loved it. Maybe there was something about changing your color from time to time and now she’d have to pester her brother for supplies now. The humming that left her lips was truly angelic for sinister little women like her. Her travels brought her along the entrance she used most, an emergency entrance that she preferred over the others, and with her entrance her nose wrinkled in disgust at the scent of blood. Another soul had found itself correctly positioned where she would find them, and now her day it seem would be ruined by some poor idiots wounds causing her to be responsible and save them from infection.

Her blue eyes looked down at the individual slumped down the face of the cave, she didn’t recognize him but yet another big male graced her presence and yet still showed how utterly incapable they were of staying out of trouble. Somehow she often wondered why she entertained them so much, except for Ouija she really didn’t hold any feelings for the opposite sex, to her they had always just been a means for sexual release, never had they ever shown anything else of worth to her. True they could be twisted into protecting her from harm but normally that didn’t usually need much effort in getting.

“So what has the cat dragged in?” she spoke clearly looking down at him, paws on her hips, trying not to be a cute Demi Goddess but it couldn’t be helped, it was her charm even if she sought desperately to be taken seriously in most cases.

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Alaki · 01-23-2011, 06:17 PM

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He lay on his side, his chest silently rising and falling, listening to the sounds of nature which surrounded him. His neck was stiff from where he had remained in one position too long, slowly he shifted his head to a cooler patch of rock and let out a small sigh; the cool rock felt soothing upon his injured cheek. Small splatters of blood covered the ground around his legs and chest; he’d given up on cleaning the wounds after his first two attempts and decided to wallow in self pity, to the point where his mind was so pre-occupied he did not even notice the female’s approach.

It took him a minute to even register that someone was even there, as he looked at her he could see her mouth moving but the words escaped him. Panic spread through him; he was injured and practically defenceless, and even if the one before him was pack he did not trust nor know this female enough for her to be near him when he was injured.

His lips curled back, showing sharp teeth as he let out a warning growl; tucking his feet underneath himself he tried to stand. Pain shot through his legs and he felt light headed; but he refused to show weakness in front of the female and so he forced himself to stand. He stood upon his shaking legs for a couple of seconds, only to collapse back down with a yelp.

Turning his head to the female he let out a growl of complaint. Now he looked truly pathetic in front of her, great. Resigning himself to being stuck where he was he looked over the female to assess how much of a threat she was.

To his surprise she looked completely harmless; she wore a soft pink dress and looked innocently cute. Frowning, he wondered if he had over reacted to the female; she didn’t look like a threat, even to him in his injured state. No, he corrected himself, the way she was holding herself; her paws on her hips, she wasn’t some naïve, little female who needed protection, the gesture showed personality, even a little attitude.

He stared at the female, his cold eyes filled with suspicion. “Who are you?” he asked in emotionless voice.

Demi D'Angelo · 01-23-2011, 06:28 PM

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She eyed him patiently, watching his male bravado surge to the surface even as she stood there. Her eyes did not fail her and she knew from his injuries he wasn’t much of a threat to her but even still his actions brought a nasty snarl from her lips. Demi could rightfully show aggression and even could fool some into thinking she was a force of physical prowess but it really was just a façade. She considered just letting him bleed out, or die from infection but as he crumbled back down to the ground she stood silently. Watching him, her claws springing out from her paws as her display still showed no sign of stopping.

Who was she, god did these idiots really need a damn memo or something. She was the only one she knew so far that was taking care of their dumb assess. They came in broken and tattered and she fixed them and yet no one had so much as told anyone else what she did. Like it mattered, it would bring undo nesciences to her plot and she have to deal with more of these people. Soon she’d climb up the ranks a bit and maybe someone under her could treat these people while she busied herself with more serious cases. Finally her snarl calmed as she looked over the poor soul, knowing she couldn’t leave him here in this condition but she wouldn’t be happy about him interrupting her beautiful day either.

“I am Demi D’Angelo, Doctor of this band of Idiots. If you want to be fixed you better walk because I’m not going to get my dress dirty with your blood” it was a firm request. Her eyes looked over him wondering if he was just another idiot male who blindly got themselves into trouble. With Theo she had been kind when she had healed him, and with Azalea she had been overly sweet, with this one she planned on leaving her bedside behavior behind.

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Alaki · 01-23-2011, 07:56 PM

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Sorry for the short reply. My creativity juices ran out @_@

He felt stupid and guilty; he’d just growled and acted like a right git to the doctor who was now offering to help him with his wounds. Great first impression he’d made there, he scolded himself. Now that he understood who the female was and she meant him now ill will; on the contrary she was offering to help him! He allowed himself to relax, just a little; his wounds throbbed as his muscles loosened up.

“I’m Alaki, erm.. Sorry, I, um.. sorry.” He lowered his head, muttering a string of curses in Japanese to himself. “Sorry, just didn’t hear you coming” he mumbled, then he began to shift so that he could walk as he was ordered to.

Once fully changed into his optime form he rose slowly; being careful not to further damage himself. His ears were flat against his head, his tail straight and still, his eyes suddenly seemed to have taken great fascination at the ground. He couldn’t look her in the eye. But he couldn’t take back the damage he’d done and his pride wouldn’t allow him to remain submissive for long. He looked up, his eyes steadily looking at Demi, “Where to, doc?” he asked, sheepishly. So much for being the big bad wolf he taunted himself. Resisting the temptation to laugh at his own thoughts he shook his head slightly and attempted to concentrate on the matter at hand; getting his wounds treated.

Demi D'Angelo · 01-23-2011, 09:25 PM

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Oh he wouldn’t get off that easily for forgetting his place as far as she was concerned. Demi out ranked him, albeit slim but she did and she wouldn’t let this pass with just a simple apology. The little goddess just stood amused as he shifted, the evidence of his deed written plainly across his face. Demi found him rather uncharming and brutish, which sometimes was a quality she looked for when she was looking for a specific encounter. She’d file him away for a later date, someone to use and possibly throw away if she wanted to.

Her arms crossed against her small but appropriate sized chest for her stature, eyes watching in a disapproving nature. It seemed he truly didn’t understand his predicament, and for the most part it would keep him calm for now, knowing what she normally did, her past would make this harder for him. She wouldn’t hurt him badly but she wouldn’t make this easy either.

“Sorry doesn’t excuse the behavior” she spat out as he started to walk into the cave, she would lead him to her lair, to her room where she had the supplies she needed.

“Just follow me and don’t enter my room. I don’t want your blood all over my things” she said irritated, no she’d take him to the common’s room. Once she arrived at her room the vision was one as it always was, blankets, pillows and clothes that laid around her room in one big nest, the back of which held her supplies. She grabbed a quick pack and walked back out to him motioning for him to continue.

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Alaki · 01-23-2011, 09:46 PM

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Gah, the replies are getting shorter x.x

Obediently he followed Demi. In all honesty; he found the charmingly cute girl down right terrifying. She simply looked at him, arms crossed across her chest and put him in his place and gave him orders in one fell swoop. What could he do but obey and follow? As he followed her he kept his ears slightly back and eyes low, trying his best to, well, be on his best behaviour.

After awhile he reached outside Demi’s room and watched her disappear into it to pick up supplies and then motioned to continue following. So he did, in complete and utter silence. Boy was he feeling guilty for snapping at her and apparently a sorry wasn’t going to cover it. His brows knitted together as he tried to think of a way to make it up to Demi; socializing was not his specialty and apologizing was virtually unheard of!

He continued walking until he reached the common room. Then the realization kicked in; the memory of simply licking his wounds filled his mind and he mentally flinched. He was not looking forward to it, and he’d just managed to annoy the one giving him the treatment. Great, things couldn’t get any better.

Demi D'Angelo · 01-26-2011, 12:23 AM

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Once she reached the common room, she set her things down on a table and pointed to a chair next to it. She wouldn’t ruin her beautiful little dress so her slender arms slipped it off as the pink fabric pilled on the floor underneath her. With a sigh she turned around, making sure to stretch her wrists and pop the bones in her fingers. Eyes looking at the mess in front of her with a frown. Forcing a soft smile from her lips she put her paws back on her hips before addressing him once again.

“I’ll offer you the same I offer anyone, I can inject a local pain killer that will hurt a bit but numb it before I stitch or as most men do, you can tough it out… your choice” the smile on her face wasn’t one of understanding but of satisfaction, the shot would hurt just as going without it would and she always enjoyed seeing the pain written across their face. Some sick part of her enjoyed this, enjoyed the power of it but on the other hand she enjoyed helping others that she loved. This one though held no ties to her and she didn’t care one bit about causing him discomfort, she’d actually enjoy it. The Sadist stood there before approaching like a stalking cat kneeling down to start preparing her things.

She prepared the syringe, and the other items she might use, but mostly she plopped a bottle of rubbing alcohol down on the table with a sick grin. “This isn’t for drinking, bad for you” she spat out before he had a chance to do just that. It wouldn’t kill him but this alcohol wasn’t that nice to ingest.

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Alaki · 01-26-2011, 01:34 PM

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Sorry about the pathetic reply. Couldn't think of anything better o.o

He stepped out from the tunnels into the large space that is the common room; following obediently behind Demi. Before him was a table and chair; his muscles tensed as the reality of things begun to sink in; this was really going to hurt. He winced as Demi settled her things on the table and indicated towards the chair. Silently he sulked over to the chair and perched himself on it’s edge, his eyes looked up towards the female; pleading for her mercy. But he doubted he’d get any after such an… awkward meeting; in fact she even took her pink dress off. “You were serious about the blood on your things, huh?” he mumbled to himself.

Then, to his surprise he was offered a local pain killer; his eyes thinned with suspicion. There was a catch, there had to be a catch; no way would Demi be so kind to him after his little show by the emergency entrance. But even if she would give him a local pain killer, his pride would not allow him to seem so weak and pathetic; especially in front of this particular small female. “I’ll tough it out if you don’t mind” he responded.

To his side he watched as Demi prepared the various items; amongst them was a bottle of alcohol, of which according to Demi was bad for him. “If it’s bad for me, why is it there?” he asked his voice neutral and controlled.

Demi D'Angelo · 01-30-2011, 09:15 PM

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An eyebrow raised, the anger boiling just behind the façade of a beautiful face only evident with the slowly forming smile across her lips. This one was weak, and she could easily dominate his mind she gather as she raised up placing her hands on his legs and leaning over in front of him. The smirk still playful across her lips, as piercing blues bore a hole into his gaze.

“The alcohol will disinfect, clean the wounds, but it’s not the drinking type. If you’d like to have a drink go for it, but I’m not dealing with those consequences. As for being dirty, Id rather stay clean thank you” and that was that before her form straightened, paw grabbing a cloth and dosing it with the alcohol. The grin grew only wider as she went straight for the worst wound, intending on driving home just how much this would hurt.

“This will hurt…. A lot” she said quietly as the cloth was pressed onto it, she would seek to clean it before stiching it and she also needed to find out just how deep it was, how much it had healed on its own and how badly infection had taken hold. Finally if the male hadn’t moved much she would remove her paw from it and inspect, trying to be gentle, even though she really wanted to drive a claw into it.

Alaki · 02-07-2011, 04:12 PM

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Finally got me some muse! Sorry about the delay ^^

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It was completely irrational and he had no way to even begin to describe it, but Demi simply scared the living daylights out of him. Each of her actions, her expressions and her movements seemed to have an underlying menace to them and it didn’t help that she currently out-ranked him, so he was fixated with the need to behave himself around her. Not that he would misbehave around her even if they were of equal rank; he seriously feared what she would do to him in return.

His eyes avoided the female, looking around at everything apart from her and her tools. The longer he spent with her, the more certain he became that his life could potentially be in danger. She wouldn’t kill him; that was against pack rules, but he was sure she was going to make him suffer. Why oh why did I have to over react, why couldn’t I have played the innocently nice injured male role? He grumbled internally to himself.

Relief swept through him as she began to talk, answering his idle question about the alcohol. It surprised him that such a substance actually had a medical use; he’s assumed it was only good for consumption and nothing more, the fact that it could be used in such a manner intrigued him. “Interesting..” he mumbled half to himself.

But things did not remain calm for long, a sharp stinging pain shot through his right arm, shocking and numbing the surrounding tissue. “Jeez.. OWWW!” he screamed, biting down onto his lip to stop a string of curses. From then on the rest of his protests came out in low whimpers. From now on he decided it best to take the small female seriously when she says something.

“Hurt a lot… understatement of the year” he complained. And there was no doubt still more pain to come....

Demi D'Angelo · 02-08-2011, 08:48 PM

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A soft giggle escaped her lips at the brute’s childish behavior. She was satisfied for the moment with how the wound looked; he hadn’t been too stupid as to get it caked in mud, so stitching it wouldn’t be an issue. Her eyes lifted up from her work to look upon the oaf for a moment, he would almost be the perfect candidate for a fiendishly dirty little plan she had been cooking up but since he was a pack member he was sadly off limits. A soft sadistic grin started to grow on her face as a hand grabbed the needle and thread, making sure her movements where slow enough for him to see exactly what was next. Teddy would never see this side of her, she had had the opportunity to treat him in very much the same manner but somehow she had actually been nice to him, this poor soul would endure borderline torture before she was finished.

“Since you where such a bad little boy and forgot your manners, I’d mind your tongue and take the pain like a big boy. Else I could enjoy it” her warning was dripped in honey, voice as smooth as silk and the look on her face completely fiendish. But be that as it was she did have a job to do, and he at least should have taken heart in the fact that she couldn’t actually injure him. Her duty was and would be to treat and take care of the members of the pack that fell ill, or where injured.

Those delicate little paws went to work, perfectly suited for the work of digging in needle, threading the thread through, and pulling the wound together. She could have been gentler but she wasn’t, her work was quick and her movements determined. Fear was her sword, and she wanted more members of this pack to fear her than those who loved her, and if he ran through the caves shouting his experience about her that would do well in her book to advance that stigma. It also meant members would have to be much more careful about how they went about their daily business, they would be taken care of but stupidity wouldn’t be rewarded.

“Pray tell darling, What stupid idea ran through your head that caused you to end up this way? And..” She drawled out the last bit as she finished his 14 stitch.

“What did we learn?” Her hand patted against his bicep, in a bit of compassion before rising back up to get the bottle of alcohol again for the rest of his scrapes.

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Alaki · 02-20-2011, 07:20 AM

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Have mercy on me? I finally replied x.x Sooo sorry i took forever with this :3 *hides away*

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If he had to describe his first encounter with the innocent looking doctor, the word ‘uncomfortable’ would sum it up. All her actions, expressions and movements hinted towards darker intentions, no doubt behind that deceitful appearance lay a demon. She simply enjoyed causing him pain, he was sure of it, and it irritated him. Backing up his theory the female doctor before him giggled a little, causing him to thrown. What was so funny about this situation?

But before he had a chance to question her laughter he found himself under the eyes of the female, as she looked at him he began to feel uncomfortable, having to resist the urge to flee or fidget. Something was seriously off with this female, she looks so physically weak yet manages to cause so much mental damage. Behind that seemingly helpless appearance lay the unknown darkness known as Demi, he thought, amusing himself with the idea.

Much to his dismay, his humour was short lived for the female grinned at him. The slight change in her expression enraged him, threw up all his guards. He forced himself to clamp his mouth shut, to sit and bare through it. To not show any weakness in front of her, was the plan at least. But he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his teeth together, just a little.

Sit and bare with it. Sit and bare with it.

And never get injured again!

His attention pricked as Demi spoke and he found all he could do was sigh, for he could not deny her words. Regret hit him; if only he hadn’t growled at her in the first place, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be in this situation. The only reassurance he had was the fact that they were pack and the female couldn’t kill him, probably…

When the treatment continued he flinched slightly, eyes staring at the wall to keep his mind of what was being done to him, to ignore the tugging and threading of flesh. His dark ears swirled to listen to Demi as she finished up with the stitching and he couldn’t resist to chuckle at her words. For there was NO WAY IN HELL he would tell her what happened, he didn’t like sharing information about himself. Information could be used as a weapon and he would not give this female another possible advantage over him, for no doubt if she knew he had fought with another the little female would use it against him somehow.

Sadly he couldn’t not answer her and so he racked his brain for an answer that would please her enough for her to let the question drop. “Male stupidity” he responded, hoping she wouldn’t push the matter an further. And what did he learn? Never to go to you when I need a doctor. But instead he simply shrugged his shoulders and muttered a “I’ll be more careful” response.

Demi D'Angelo · 02-21-2011, 12:06 AM

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She smiled softly as she got the towel and alcohol again to finish cleaning the rest of his wounds before she’d wrap his arm. Demi listened to his explanation and knew exactly what he had been up to. Probably out already creating bad blood between the pack and some other organization. Usually what males where good at, acting before they thought. And he even was stupid enough to act in an idiot way when addressing her. But he had paid for his sins and this time around when the alcohol was applied she did it gently and her hands where much more delicate when it came to wrapping his arm up.

“If you ever run into a situation as this again, remember, kindness goes a long way toward how I treat you” she said as she went to wipe her hands of his blood. Knowing the poor soul must be scared shitless. But he couldn’t leave just yet. Her voice chirped back up before he would have a chance to leave.

“Remember to change the dressing every day, avoid shifting to allow the wound on your arm time to heal. I’d say you’d be good to start going about your business in four to five days.” Finally finished cleaning herself she found her dress where she had left it and went about re-adorning herself with beautiful things. Her eyes looked over at her patient with a smirk.

“That should do it, you can go about your day now” she said quietly as she started gathering her things.

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Alaki · 03-17-2011, 01:24 PM

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>.< I think this pretty much sums it up?

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Finally, the treatment seemed to be coming to an end and much to his relief, Demi hadn’t pushed him for details as to how he had gotten injured in the first place. If she had, he had no idea what he would have told her; anything but the truth that’s for sure. He was rather defensive over the fight; mainly because he allowed himself to be baited into it and lost as well! There was no way he would tell her that he’d made an excellent fool out of himself and so he preferred that she came to her own conclusions.

Concentrating, he watched as the female worked. Medicine was new to him and so he was distracting himself by watching what she did and trying to figure out what everything did and how things worked. Things were looking good, he was so focused on the task at hand until she spoke to him again. As she spoke he could feel the irritation and need to defend himself build. Really, he hadn’t meant to snap at her, he honestly hadn’t heard her coming and was injured! Of course he’d react the way he had. But he kept his mouth shut.

It was then it occurred to him, that this time when Demi had applied the alcohol it did not hurt as much. The knowledge added to his irritation; she had purposely made the treatment as painful as possible, go figure. In response to this he simply raised a questioning eyebrow.

Really, the seemingly helpless Furcas was a devil in disguise he had concluded. Now that he was patched up, it was time to turn tail and run, after making a mental note on how to keep the wound clean.

“Thanks” he mumbled and then swiftly made his way to the comfort of his room. His lesson was royally learnt: never get on the bad side of Demi.

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