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Myrika is by Alaine!

The tawny-furred woman was amongst the later responders to the mansion -- eventually, a cry was roused, and the attackers disappeared. Myri had not been present for that, but a great gathering of helpers and assistants was already in place where the main forces met one another. Myri had departed then, on foot, and bid Ithiel do the same. He was horsed, but Myri was not. They left in separate directions, both seeking to track the attackers.

The Praetorian was nervous, and her anxiety was apparent in her widened turquoise eyes and her crouched position. She was unarmed, but for the dagger Ithiel had pressed into her hand when they separated. The tawny woman had bid he take the opposing direction, and it was not long before Myrika began to regret that decision. The scents of the attackers were growing stronger -- they'd congregated in this spot, she smelled. And another spot, a little further on. Then, the smell of blood caught her nose, and she froze for a moment, her ears flattening against her head.

The hybrid slunk forward, still cautious, but faster now, for she smelled her clan-mate's scent beneath that coppery tinge of blood. Emmanuelle was on the ground, bleeding from a myriad of wounds. Emmanuelle, the hybrid gasped, falling to her knees. She leaned forward and pressed her hands against the most severe of the wounds she could see, the thick cut upon the woman's thigh. It's okay, they've gone, she said, hoping to stop the bleeding.

Enkiel and the others would be busy back at the mansion -- this was her problem to deal with. Myrika was no healer and she had no supplies. Should she carry the woman back? She thought not -- it was better to stablize her here. Myri kept one hand on the woman's leg while she reached for Emmanuelle's own hands and arms. Hold your chest, stop the bleeding. Use your arms, she urged, straining to hold onto the woman's deep cut while helping to position her arms.

Myrika is by Bobbi!

So great was her clanmate's confusion and pain, Emma growled and bared her teeth toward Myrika at first, though she soon seemed to recognize a helping hand. Myri was overwhelmed; Ithiel had begun preparing her to know what to do in the event of an attack, but no one had told her where to start in the attack's aftermath. Beneath her hands, the woman shifted her position, and Myrika started to protest, but quickly realized movement was a necessary evil. She bit her lip, peering down at her bloodied hands. The sight did not bother her -- she had seen worse when skinning deer and other creatures, but she had never had a friend's blood on her before.

She looked around at Emmanuelle's back and gasped, folding her ears back and whimpering. Your back, she started, shaking her head. She listened intently as the woman spoke, though her voice was low and filled with withheld pain. When the woman had finished, the hybrid considered, frowning. She did not want to leave -- but perhaps if she went back to the mansion, someone would come back with her. This possibility brightened her, and she nodded, standing up. It's no good to move you. I'll be right back, the woman said. I promise. Hang on, please, she added, bending to pick up the dagger and put it closer to Emmanuelle before taking off for the mansion at a run.

ems is by nat.

What few moments passed seemed like a lifetime to the yearling, and her vision was getting more blurry and darker as more time passed. Her thoughts were empty, save for her life flickering through it like a movie, each scene more real and painful then the last. Regret flowed through her body at the site of her father, and her sisters and brothers. A dark shadow passed through them and the woman gasped in dismay.. Alessandra had come back to haunt her through her injuries, laughing loudly and manically in her thoughts, her laughter booming and echoing in her hears. The skeleton-esque woman just pointed and shook her head, no mercy or good will in her eyes as her sister lay there in pain and confusion.

" I told you little sister, you were too weak. " She said, shaking her head at her little sisters predicament. Approaching her, the hallucination knelt on one knee and lifted her bloody face to meet hers. " You should have been like me, dad loved me. He didn't love you because he saw the weakness, you are a pathetic and you let down this sad thing you call home. " She paused, and Emma could swear she felt the black fingertips leave her face as she sagged again to the ground. " You should be ashamed of yourself. You are not a warrior, and therefor not fit to live in the Inferni clan. " She taunted, her laughter ringing through the youths ears as her vision of the black coyote flickered before fading away.

Emmanuelle was jerked out of her thoughts as two sets of hands steadied her, and she gasped as she was thrust into the land of the conscious. Harsh words fell on her ears and they pressed against her head in confusion as she looked at the strange face above her. Moving her head slightly, she caught sight of Myrika and let her eyes stay on the other female, taking comfort in her presence. Another wave of pain hit her and her eyes shut as she winced, nodding to what the strange coyote said to her without resistance. She took the offered plant with shaking hands and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing before swallowing, her mouth dry. " Was anybody else hurt? " She asked, her voice wavering as her gaze flitted between of the two coyotes before her.

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Mel said we can assume Enkiel shows up at some point to take over and really tend to Emmanuelle, so -- can assume that happens in the next few posts and finish this up, if you want? Figured it'd be a short thread. ^^

Myrika is by Raze!

Ithiel was no healer -- he knew only rudimentary basics, and had taken up the learning of even that only recently. The dark man did not like the feeling of helplessness that had overcome him at Halo's attack. He had not liked feeling so utterly useless with the situation -- chances are, he was still damned useless in case of truly life-threatening injury, but now at least he could help in cases such as these. Surely, Emmanuelle needed a skilled healer, but Ithiel thought her wounds were not so severe as to truly threaten her life. This troubled him: if the same well-armed and armored wolves had committed this atrocity, they could have easily taken one unarmed coyote such as this one.

The dusky man looked up with her question, red eyes considering. Her lucidity was a good sign -- it looked to be quite a lot of blood, but her mind was working soundly, and she had the capacity to worry about her fellows. The man nodded, and looked pointedly to Myrika, indicating he'd rather her answer this than answer it himself. A few, she said, picking up on his cue. The woman wrapped a piece of fabric about Emmanuelle's leg, winding it around and around. No one was hurt bad, though. I don't think, she added. It was confusing at the mansion, she finally said, shrugging her tawny shoulders and squinting down at her work.

You're going to be okay, too, Ithiel said, more matter-of-factly than as a comfort. You will hurt, but you'll live. Myrika nodded with relief and touched Emmanuelle's forearm lightly, careful to select a place that hadn't been bloodied our wounded. Her smile was troubled, but meant to reassure. The mahogany-haired woman had yet to process the events of the day: who had attacked them and why were questions she wished desperately to ask, but dared not. No one had any answers for her.

ems is by nat.

b>" Thank you. " She breathed out, her tone now calm and steady. Much of her blood had clotted and her loss of blood had stopped for the most part. Gingerly she looked down on herself and her ears flattened as she saw much of her figure stained and slicked down by the sticky liquid, and she longed for a bath in the hotsprings but guessed that her wishes would not be met with a good reaction from the dusk-colored male to her side. Her eyes sought out the turquoise ones of Myrika and she looked on questioningly, not sure what to do no. Could she move with some assistance? More then anything she wanted to be in her bed with a wet cloth or bucket of water so that she could begin to clean herself off and tend to her wounds.

Another scent began to flood her nose and Emma moved her head so that she could see behind her and caught sight of another male approaching the trio, and she recognized him as the clan healer. Looking at her companions she looked back at him and made an apologetic face. " If you guys are willing to help me, can I go to my room? I'd prefer to clean up and get treated there as to out here. " She asked quietly.

Myrika is by Kiri!

Enkiel, small and gruff as Myrika had ever seen him and already streaked with blood, arrived on the scene. Myri pulled back, though she lingered near enough to deliver a reassuring caress, if need be. Ithiel, too, stepped back after a moment and murmured to the shorter jackal hybrid, likely informing him of what had already been done. The medic nodded his sharply angled head and bent to look over Emmanuelle. He approved of moving the woman, though he stepped back himself thereafter, clearly intending for the larger two coyotes to move her.

Myri was glad for this, but Ithiel only nodded grimly. The pair stepped up toward the blonde hybrid, settling hands in comfortable places and making something of a basket for her between the two of them. They lifted together and Enkiel nodded his approval, leading the trio silently back toward the D'Neville. You seem a little better already, Myri said, reasurring her friend with something of a leaning motion toward her, though not much as to avoid upsetting the smaller female balanced between herself and her cousin. It wasn't long before the mansion loomed before them. Most signs of the chaos were already gone, but here and there Myrika saw bent grasses, splintered wood, and even a streak of rusty red here and there.

ems is by nat.

Eyes wide, the yearling watched her companions form into a makeshift basket underneath her battered body and lift her up gently, her mouth tightening into a grim line. No matter how careful they were, the bruising and cuts that littered her body could not help but be jostled - though she made no noise to draw attention to this fact. Her eyes saught out Myrika's turquise blues, seeking comfort from the vibrant pair. With relief, she found it. Her friends voice was reassuring to the young female, it soothed and calmed her mind a little bit, drawing it back from the hundred miles a minute that it was traveling.

Shuffling slowly, the trio made their way to the mansion deck and through the door, the healer holding the door open for the traveling basket. Her ears pressed against her head and she gulped quietly to herself as they neared the stairs, visions in her head of the arms loosing grip and sending the already injured female tumbling down the stairs and her body tensed accordingly, her slender hands gripping her friends arm just a little bit tighter. Holding her breath, she watched with wide eyes as they ever so slowly and carefully made their way up the stairs and onto the second floor, and quietly breathed out her sigh of relief as they made it safely. Only a few more minutes passed and they were at her room, and Emma reached from her basket and opened the door, it creaking as it swung open.

Excited mews erupted from the room and she inhaled the heavy scent of her feline charges, smiling gently as they scrambled onto the bed and mewed frantically, and as her helpers set her down they were on her in an instant, climbing and licking wherever they could reach. Brushing them away her hands she looked back at the trio before and smiled but did not speak. She wasn't sure what to say or what the next course of action was that needed to be taken. Her eyes saught Myrika's and they held her gaze as the silence filled the room.

ems is by nat.

ooc; this can be ems last post. :3

Right away she was tended too, the strange and sometimes stinging feel of the pastes being applied to her wounds. They stunk, and her nose wrinkled and her eyes watered from the smell. Ithiel was quick to leave, but Myrika lingered at the doorway. Her eyes saught Myri's turqouise blues and she smiled gently at the helpful womans words, glad she had made a friend such as Myri. " No thank you Myrika, I am fine for the moment. Thank you for all your help, I really am greatful. " She said, her words quiet.

" You better get ready, it's almost time to go to Halifax. " She said playfully, a warm expression settling on her face. After she was all healed up they would need to get the horse cart and Myri's horses all ready, probably in about a months time to go to Halifax and look for materials. Raising her uninjured arm, she waved the woman away, a toothy grin settling on her face, eternally thankful for the womans big help. If she hadn't found Emma, who knows what might have happened. Maybe she would make Myri a necklace or something in return for her help.