[M] These Wounds They Will Not Heal

Avinalora first then Lukos

POSTED: Fri Mar 24, 2017 2:02 am

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


[000] March 30th

Nyx had fought so long and so hard to maintain control over her life. She wanted control, to be strong and to be able to protect herself as well as those around her, but bit by fucking bit that dream was crumbling. She... was crumbling. Nyx saw in her mind, small bodies lying still. Her siblings, her parents, her daughter... They were all gone. Who was next? Her old family was gone, would her new family leave her too? Would she be able to do nothing to stop it? Thoughts like these coursed through the snow colored warrior's mind. She had not slept, she had not eaten, but she had thought and paced and driven herself mad and she could not seem to will her hands to stop shaking.

Nyx knew of one thing though, that was capable of calming her frayed and broken nerves. One thing that she had turned to in the past, that had made things seem more fun and less serious. She needed that thing now, to stop her hands from shaking and her mind from going mad. It was close to dawn as a white figure could be seen darting across the territory as Nyx did most every morning to begin her training, only, today she did not head for the border. Nyx was still covered in fresh wounds from the attack she had suffered at the border, she had been admitted to the clinic a week ago but she could not stay there as her mind remained under fire from all the negative thoughts and emotions.

The pale figure made her way to the storage shed instead of the border, each step seeming a struggle as her frame shook. She needed the sweet relief that could be found in a brown bottle somewhere inside the storage shed. Soft whimpers emanated from the girls strangled throat as she pressed one of her own hands to her neck. Stepping inside the shed and leaving the door open, Nyx wasted no time in locating a brown glass bottle of booze, her trembling and scarred arms reaching out for the sweet relief, but as she pulled it from the shelf, the warriors grip faltered and with a horrendous crash, shards of glass and hot smelling liquid scattered across the floor.

Nyx froze then, oh so stiffly. She had no control, none. She no longer made a sound but she could not quell the shaking that plagued her limbs. Even as she fell to her knees and shards of glass threatened to bury themselves into her flesh, she did not utter a single sound, but the feel of a hand touching her shoulder was what finally unfroze her frightened limbs. She would be frightened no more. She would be out of control no more. And as that foreign hand touched her shoulder, Nyx turned and lunged in a blind and panicked rage. She snarled ferociously as she raked at the face that had come to attack her, her claws finding purchase in the socket of a blind eye, who's contents were pulled free sickeningly as the clawed hand descended.

But the sight of the silver vixen there, shocked, the pool of green that had once filled the left socket now a pool of red that overflowed down that white face like a stream of tears was more than Nyx could handle. With a horrified scream, Nyx went crashing backwards, the shaking worse then ever as she cried out, "St.. Stay away!!! I c.. I can't..." Her lips drew back in a terrified snarl as hands now came to rest on broken glass, but this she could not feel.

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Last edited by Nyx on Sun Mar 26, 2017 2:23 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Fri Mar 24, 2017 3:37 am

A silver head poked out of the door to the clinic. The head was later followed by a body. She was small, on the tiny end of the Luperci scale. She had a slender build, delicate and pixie-like. A long, foxlike tail swished and flicked behind her. A pair of long ears perched a top her head and twitched as well. She had long legs and a skinny shape. She had a long muzzle that didn't taper. She almost seemed like a fox Luperci, if those existed, but she wasn't.

The vixen's fur was silver, almost as white as snow. The silver was sliced through by a grizzled grey saddle that had black hairs dotting through it. The cape went from her ears to her tail and ended with a white tail tip. A mop of black hair was tied back into a ponytail that was messy and some of her bangs were in her face. A pair of mismatched green eyes gazed out into the early morning.

The female wore many clothes due to her desert-adapted fur. A grey-long-sleeved plaid was buttoned over a grey long-sleeved shirt. A pelt was pulled over her like a cape of some sort. She also wore a pair of jeans. A crescent moon-shaped pendant was worn an her neck and she also carried a leather satchel.

Avinalora decided to sleep in the clinic since Stormblade was snoring. Her hearing was sensitive due to her almost total dependence on hearing and sound to make up for her horrible sight. She had no sight in her left side, well almost no sight. Her eye still tracked movement. Her other side, the right could see a bit in front of her and the rest was blurry. The silver girl hadn't been on the best side of life, she admitted that.

The fox maiden had awoken when she heard someone pass the clinic. Who in seven hells would be up at this hour. She got up from her bed and wrapped the pelt around her. And then she heard the crash of breaking glass. It was way too early for her in the morning, but she worried if someone had dropped a jar of herbs. Whomever did that was going to get hell from the healer.

The silver lady walked out of the clinic and walked in the direction of the sound. She scented Nyx, the white Malphas of Anathema. Was she okay? She followed the woman's scent into a storage shed. The jackal mutt also smelled alcohol that was quite strong. She didn't know what happened, but she was already up and maybe she would have to drag the woman away from the booze and back to bed or something.

The jackal medic arrived to quite a scene. The winter warrior had fallen to her knees on the shards of glass. The vixen followed her instincts instead of her logic, something she wouldn't do unless there was a fight she had to get out of. Maybe it was because she had let her guard down around her friend. The Volac knew that instincts were good for something, but not right now. Maybe it was because she heard sobs and saw someone in pain. But, at this moment, instincts were for shit.

The winter wraith knelt next to the female and put her hand on the scarred woman's shoulder, wanting to comfort the her. All she saw next was a white blur and heard a scream. Then, the left side of her face was on fire and hurt badly. Instincts told her to fight or strike back, but she listened to her logic and threw herself away from the attack, landing on her back. It was something the hybrid had done before when someone had struck out at her.

The desert fox got up, scarily and eerily calm and brought her hand up to her face and pulled it away to see blood on her hand. She waved her hand on her left side. Her right eye wasn't pulled to the left. She had lost an eye! Well, at least it was her bad eye and not her good eye at least.

The moonlit jackal vaguely heard the Malphas tell her to stay away. Unlike most, she didn't scream or do anything erratic. She thought for a few seconds, trying to think why her friend would do this while blindly reaching into her satchel to pull out a roll of bandages. She could feel the difference between the bandages, bottles, and leaves which was good. With calm and precise movements, she began wrapping the gauze around the wound and her face. As the argent waif did, a steady stream of muttered swears were issued from her lips. She also began rationalizing the situation.

Nyx lost her daughter. That was quite the blow to someone's psyche. The moon-washed maiden already knew that her friend already felt guilty after the attack on New Dawn. Add in the attack she had suffered protecting Anathema and her already existing scars that told of battles and fights. That equaled a mental breakdown of some sort.

Her adopted mother, Adree had suffered wounds while treating patients. Often from them striking out at her. It was one of the hazards of the job. She had even developed a reflex of darting away from patients after she put antiseptic on their wounds. Adree had a nasty scar on her hand from someone attacking her when she was treating them. It was the same thing her, but she had gotten a non-essential part of her body clawed out which was nothing. The pale pixie could have been mad at her pack mate, but she couldn't blame the warrior that was clearly breaking down.

Once the moon-washed maiden had wrapped her wound she dug through her bag, finding the herbs she needed. Poppy seeds and thyme to calm her down. Maybe Linden tea, oh and catnip and Valerian root. She was in distress and all of the herbs she was thinking of using acted as sedatives. She didn't have the tea on her, but she did have the catnip, poppy seeds, thyme, and Valerian root on her.The Anatheman doctor began mixing the herbs while keeping an ear out for the woman. The pain on her face was being downgraded from excruciating to dull burn. She could treat her wound later. What mattered was helping the Malphas.

"Nyx, I'm going to need you to take this." The monochrome fox announced as she turned around and held a small cup. She was trying to see if the woman had calmed down. She had spoken to the distressed woman in a calm voice. She hoped that she would be able to be talked down.

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Yay for gore! I think I made some assumptions, correct me if I'm wrong!

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POSTED: Tue May 09, 2017 11:50 pm

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Date: Mar. 30
Place: Thackary Village
Form: Optime
Scary scared Nyx time

To put it frankly, Lukos was worried about Nyx. Anxious, even. For as hard as he took the death of Song, the snowy mother seemed to have been handling it even worse. As nervous it made him, the wolf understood how she felt, at the very least a little bit. For having birthed such a tiny thing, only to have her stolen away before a fraction of her life was spent. Every time he thought about it, his heart threatened to shatter. Though besides his heart, the half of the mind that was his knew these things happened often. And while it didn't make the Anatheman wish any less that he wouldn't be one of those that it happened to, the fact remained that this was a part of life that they both were unfortunate enough to experience. But he couldn't read Nyx's mind, so he had no idea what she felt about the situation. Lukos hoped that she had been taking it one step at a time.

The wolf was out wandering the Village, trying to clear his head. He had to look after more than just Nyx now, even though he was fairly sure she did a fine job of that herself. She's had loss before, but the little fighter has always bounced back. That smile and fighting spirit were just about the only certainties he could recall since he first met the snowy female. Nyx was strong, it would take time but any problem the mother faced would be triumphed. Lukos believed that. What he could concern himself with now is the family he inherited. Anathema's troubles wouldn't end with his daughter alone, probably not in this year alone. The change of power would bring the usual complications, and he and the others would have to be prepared to meet all of them head on. The last thing they needed was to stumble just as they began walking as leaders.

A sudden scream rang out from the other side of the village. It wasn't exactly drawn out, but it didn't take much for the wolf to know the voice at this age and day. Putting a nervous grip on his sword, the Atheed sprinted off to where he heard the cry, feeling as if time hadn't yet thawed out with the rest of the world around them as the seasons changed. Slowly he moved, for all his years of knowing the paths and shortcuts, it wasn't getting him there any faster. What could've possibly caused that? For the longest time, Lukos had never known the huntress to scream like this.

Skidding onto the scene, the first thing he noticed was the overwhelming scent of iron. Fearing the worst, he approached what was a shed for storing all sorts of odd bits and things, noticing the silver healer standing in the doorway. "Well, that was fast." he wondered, not thinking on it clearly. Through the smell of blood, he could tell who was further inside as he feared. Approaching Avinalora, Lukos started out talking fast. "Good you're here. Did you see what hap-" was as far as he got until he saw bandages wrapping around the back of her head. He paused at that, knowing damn well that the Volac wasn't injured. Not last he saw. "Avin..." he tried to say, looking quite worried. He couldn't quite see with the woman's back to him and her being preoccupied. He crept closer, yet was too wary to crowd the medic.

"What's going on." he asked in a low, flat tone, the sinking feeling that he wasn't going to like the response in any way it came.

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POSTED: Sun May 14, 2017 9:55 pm

Fear.

Fear gripped at the winter warrior like icy claws clutching her heart in their grasp. She could not free herself from this fear, there was blood on her hands, some literal, some figurative. The two bandits that the female had killed, the woman from new dawn, currently the blood that resided beneath her claws belonged to her friend, Avinalora, and Nyx stared in horrified regret and disgust as the eye of her friend lay bloody on the ground.

The horrified female hugged herself, her claws driving stifly into her own sides as a vein attempt to try and get her mind to focus. The silver healer was moving, muttering, but Nyx did not see or hear her. All that the female saw was horror and all that she heard was static. It was not long though before a hand approached her field of vision, and not long after that a new figure approached and the hunters claws broke through her own sides, panic making her stiff as she tried to push herself backwards over the shards of broken glass and pool of alcohol.

Her pupils fully dilated, Nyx was no longer herself, she did not see what was around her and felt nothing but the instinct to flee for her life, and if she could not do that, she would fight. "G-Get away!" the female screamed as she scrambled over broken bottle to get to the far end of the shed, pressing herself there and staring like an animal caught in a trap.
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POSTED: Mon May 29, 2017 2:23 pm

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So smooth Avi, so smooth
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Avinalora had no idea how she was supposed to get Nyx to calm down and take the medicines that would bring her peace past holding her down. She wished Adrian was here, or Stormblade, though both were asleep in their beds. There was no way the vixen could actually restrain the woman that was taller and weighed more than her, not to mention the face that the white woman was a warrior.

The pain clouded the fox maiden's senses and she barely used her nose to check who entered. The guy asked what was going on, and she just replied without thinking. "Can't you see, assbag? I need you to restrain the b-" And then the winter wraith turned around. Oh shit was her only thought as she faced Lukos, one of the sub-leaders and whom she thought was the winter warrior's mate. "I mean, Atheed, can you please use your eyes and figure it out for yourself? The Malphas is having a breakdown and I need you to restrain her." The pale pixie snapped, trying to salvage the little she could. Her tone was unkind and sharp, though.

And then the ghostly jackal spied a broom out of the corner of her eye. She vaguely heard the snowy sub-leader scream again. Though, for the man to safely restrain the jackal, the dance floor would have to be cleared. with slow and precise movements, she walked towards the broom and picked it up. With slow movements designed not to startle the winter warrior, she began brushing the glass off to the other corner. And then the fox-tailed female put the broom down and then turned to the wolf.

"Now, Mad Hatter, try restraining her. Hold her off her feet and her at her elbows." The moon-washed maiden instructed softly. "Don't startle her." She added. And then the monochrome fox closed the door to the shed. She didn't want the crazed female to run off with her mind not in the right place.

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