Nowhere to Run

Snowed In! ND | SK

POSTED: Tue Feb 19, 2013 5:14 pm

ooc: February 14th | Oh noes!

Anger had taken the form of white snow, collecting any and everywhere upon the mountain. As anger would lie and wait, so had the snow, until it became heavy and noticeable that not even a passing glance could dismiss the sight. And still the snow continued to fall, as gentle flurries became turbulent storms of ice and rock striking indiscriminately against the mountain side. And like a wounded thing, the Kre'nertoK began to main in pain. Its cries as ice and rock broken from its facade rang out as a warning before the wounds gave way...

Her days of late had been spent in isolation. The growing within her belly had ceased with the tell of what she had feared would not be true. As her body grew, she found it hollow, with no resounding beat only the weight of live that never was, or perhaps had been then faded away. The signs had always been there, pressing urgently against her mind, and yet she ignored it as all thing she did not wish to acknowledge, until the truth came in the form of blood marring her golden from with every step she took from her chambers. Perhaps it was due to fortune, or some spiteful reason conceived by the Ancestors, that Asgeir was not around to see her weakened state; to witness the loss that would perhaps turn his gaze away. And then there was Zalen. How her heart would lurch each time she thought of him. What would he think of her now if he knew, that the life she had assured him of was lost now...or perhaps never had been? Would it make his claim for his queen that much more absolute? Knowing now there was no coming life to bind them? Only the Ancestors knew at this point, and they seemed quite content to remain ever silent.

Sluggishly, the female walked from her Chambers followed closely by the worried voices of her little ones, scared that some harm had befallen their mother. But it was a pain their minds would not be able to understand, yet as a good mother would, she lied to them sweetly and promised that all would alright.

Yet the mountain protested, groaning as her soft voice rang out until it was only the calling of ice that was heard and loosened stone as it slid along the exterior. Panicked the female stepped away from her room and ran into the open caverns to see what harm was dealt to the mountain. She witness as the gap of the mountain was suddenly filled with ice rolling down. The smaller stone slipped through the cracks, landing soundly in the steaming pool until their became still as their waters cooled. And the groaning only grew lowered, rolling along the exterior of the mountain and leading a ways toward the mouth of the den. Immediately the Shepard howled to rouse her brethren from their rest. "Move!""Get out now!" She shouted, making sure every open crevice heard. She ran to the mouth of the den then swiftly stopped just as heavy stoned encased in ice rained down over the closing entrance.

In her arms the pups wriggled sensing the panic but not knowing what to do. And when placed down, they scrambled running everywhich way as their mother ran head on into the hellish rain to push aside the stones that fell to make a path for the others to escape. Yet her position could only last for so long, as the brunt of the slide had yet to appear...

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POSTED: Sat Mar 09, 2013 10:45 pm


OOC :: Lupus | Feb. 14th

This had been her first sound sleep in weeks. Pity, she would be rudely awoken by the terrified screams of her pack mates. Go figure.

She was at a river. An intangible river, one that only dreamers could touch. She was an Optime here, with wind caressing her muzzle like a mother’s warm tongue. The bow and arrow that had been slung across her back now felt solid and light in her fingers. Across the long ribbon of water, a small shape had appeared. It almost floated, wrapped in an odd blanket of fog. It was a small fawn. She was reliving the hunt from yesterday, the moment of truth where her sharp arrow tip had cut short the small deer’s life.

Dreaming Lyris rose her bow, mind absent. Her brain was in control here, and no emotions or conscious would decide this outcome. In a heartbeat the sharp projectile was flying through the air, a small speck over the river. At last, it punctured the small deer. The white girl moved quickly across the river on the same peninsula she had leaped over the day of the kill. Once again, she lay next to its dying body. But this time, something was different. Something was wrong.

The blood that had once created just a small pool wouldn’t stop pouring from the animal’s body. The crimson substance flowed freely, soaking her knees and leaking into the river, staining it red. Small brooks of blood curled around the bases of tree trunks, until they were no longer small brooks: they were raging rapids. The blood was to her waist now. Lyris tried to stand, but as she did so, the sticky liquid only rose higher. Everything smelled tart and sharp: a tangy taste like the scent of pennies filled her mouth, choking her. She tried to cry out. She really tried; but nothing happened. Only a small wisp of air curled from her muzzle, before she went under and everything turned black.

She woke in shivers, feeling as though her coat was drenched. She thought she was dead, until she cracked open her fuzzy eyes a bit wider and saw a bright splash of color there: auburn. It was X’yrin. But it wasn’t- this wasn’t the calm, collected woman she knew. This was a woman trying to save her family. The colorful wolfess was streaking across the den to the entrance, hair flying wildly. That’s when Lyris noticed the deep, deafening sound that was shaking the entire den. In a millisecond, her dream was forgotten, and she was on her paws, eyes filling slowly with recognition. This wasn’t the sound of thunder. This was the sound of death: an avalanche.

“Get out!” The girl echoed her alpha’s call, hoping to stir any slumbering minds to the outside world, even though, at that moment, she wished she wasn’t in the outside world. Lyris was at her leader’s side in seconds, helping with the puppies any way she could: even grabbing one by the scruff to run with. But they were too late. What had once been a den filled with bright light from the entrance turned pitch-black, as a pile of ice-coated rocks piled in front of the entrance in one unimaginably loud roar. Lyris was thrown back onto her tail, managing to hold Myu’vind- the puppy she had grabbed- out of harm’s way as her haunches painfully hit the floor. She wasn’t injured- that would just ache for a couple days. The girl stared, dumbstruck, at their only way of escape, closed off- just like that. Gently, she lowered the pup to the ground, who instantly scrambled to his mother once his paws touched the floor.

Lyris slowly strode up to the pile of rocks, following X’yrin’s lead in trying to clear away the stones. She was halfway through tugging a decent-sized boulder out of the way when she paused. A very faint rumbling graced her ears, nearly drowned out at the sound of the rocks being scraped against the floor as the auburn woman moved them. But it was there. Slowly, the girl put the pieces together, and her eyes widened. “X’yrin…” It grew louder. “X’yrin!” She barked, gaining her attention. “Move away… from the boulders…” Slowly, as if moving suddenly would disturb the rocks, the girl backed off, sweeping up Oy’vind as he took a few steps too close to the rock mound. This disaster wasn’t through with them yet.

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Lyris Stryder
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POSTED: Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:28 pm


OOC ::

She was only vaguely aware of her mother’s pain and emptiness. In her bright green eyes the princess still believed her mother to be the bearer of life and could phantom in her little mind why her beautiful Shepard would stir herself away from her pups. More in her ability was the ability to understand that her mother was bond to the old man with the one eye covered, Asgier, in some way and although she did not understand what it meant to be a mate.

She was fond of the older male who made her mother smile and was always so sweet in disposition towards her and her siblings but the matter of who was her father now. If Asgier was her new father was Zalen no longer her father? Was she no longer princess of New Dawn? This thought held her mind as she began to slumber, slipping away into a dark dream which would attempt to understand her predicament.

The footsteps of her mother and siblings brought her back form her catnap with a skip in her step. Scrambling to her feet she joined her siblings in their concerned yips and reassuring grumbles at the golden female’s odd state, positive that her cries alone would stir her mother from the behavior. And then there was a groan from the mountain. Instantly her blackened ears swiveled backwards. It was not a sound she had ever heard before and she could sense the anxiety of her mother at the mountains cry. “Moma…why is the mountain crying?” She questioned quietly, more to herself than to the Sheperd who was already on the move to discover the source.

A shout from her mouths snout startled the muddy tomboy who began to wiggle, sure that she could hide away in the dens and be safe. Around her wolves began to scramble, barking and yelling to one another until a loud crash, followed by her feet touching the ground, sent the blood painted muzzled pup running to stand between her den and the white and gold adults.


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POSTED: Sun Mar 10, 2013 11:11 pm

Optime :: I was going to end my post, but then I figured I'd continue on, so... || WC: 500+

Patrolling was his stand-by activity when he was not at X'yrin's side, and despite their new relationship, that seemed to be more and more often. The Shepard had, more often than not, pushed him away; though he still slept in the Chambers with her of a night, she seemed to radiate a desire to be left alone. He adhered to her wishes, though it made him intensely lonesome, and returned to his 'normal' behavior of helping without acknowledging he was doing so.

Asgeir felt, rather than heard or saw, the beginnings of the avalanche. A sub-audible rumble that made Speck beneath him spook and dance with fright was the first clue the man had. He had been patrolling the borders on horseback, long spear lain across his lap, with one hand knotted in the dark mane of his steed. His eyes had been turned away from the interior, scanning the landscape outside the territory for movement, friendly or unfriendly, his trajectory running south along the border closest to the rest of 'Souls.

Whirling Speck back toward the communal den, the thought in mind to warn them of whatever impending danger there was, he was dismayed to see the wall of white descending the mountain. He pressed the stallion hard into a gallop, slid off him as the horse drew up to the mouth of the caves. Already a curtain of white punctuated by darker points of rubble hung over the opening. The snow was deepening, knee-high when he stood up. A flash of red, his mate's long hair, sent panic into his heart. The Family was still inside!

Bending, he scooped snow, ice, and stone from his side of the cavern mouth, attempting to clear the way for the Family to escape. As he worked, he panted out a litany, a prayer: ”X'y... Kids... Lyris... Sequoia...,” he would even have chanted out Jaden's name, if some part of his mind had not told him Jaden was not present. Autumn hands lifted up one pup, likely the first she'd laid hands on, and thrust him out through the curtain of snow where Asgeir set him, prodding the boy to run away from the fall.

A squeal from Speck drew his attention upward, and his face paled as his sights took in a slew of rocks tumbling from above. X'yrin had begun lifting another child; with a cry the merchant lunged forward, his hands impacting his mate and forcing her back as the rocks struck home. The force caused his own body to rebound but not quickly enough: a razor sharp piece of scree from the rock face slashed deep into the back of his left shoulder, to the right of his shoulder blade yet left of his spine, before he fell completely away. Crimson flowed from the wound, staining the snow he landed on a brilliant red. The wound hurt, but even so the man tried to return to the rescue. The gash was bleeding faster than anticipated, however, and the exertion, the loss of adrenaline, the loss of blood, began to make Asgeir woozy.

As much as he wanted to remain and dig out the pack, the merchant knew he would be no good if he passed out. With that painful thought, he scooped up the one child that had been handed out to him, and awkwardly mounted Speck, the only way he would be getting anywhere. He aimed the horse at the eastern borders.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 11, 2013 3:07 am

OoC: Jaden is in optime from and wearing nothing. Words-700+

It was refreshing to be home after so long away. Strangers gave good conversation and new places were sometimes pretty but there was something about the familiarity of home, the knowledge that this place knew him as well as he knew it, that comforted Jaden beyond most anything else. So, even with a sore rump, stiff back, and the restless animals pulling and being pulled by his cart, there was a grin of please plastered across his coal lips. It broadened slightly as the communal den entrance came into view. He began to anticipate his welcome from X’yrin’s questions about his travels to the simple happiness he hopped Sequoia would share with him. Even Asgeir’s old face would be somewhat comforting to see.

Quite suddenly though, the cart full of goods and animals would stop. The horses began to whinny and whine uncomfortably and refused to take another step toward home. “Come on,” Jaden urged kindness and a renewed patience on his voice. “We’re almost there, just a little further.” The animals ignored him and continued to fidget in their harnesses. The newly acquired black stallion tethered to the cart reared up and whinnied loudly, he too feeling the abnormality that Jaden had not yet sensed. The wolf stood from his seat at the front of the cart with a scowl of irritation. “Damn beasts. Settle down!” He growled at them. He was still ignored. “Fine.” He huffed and jumped down. Taking one of the ropes form the cart, he began to secure the cart to a nearby tree. The horses acting up was not about to keep him from seeing home longer than necessary.

As the last loop of his not around a large pine tree was being pulled through he heard it. A rumble so deep and threatening that there was no denying where it originated. Jaden’s heart skipped a beat as he stood and gawked up at the mountain. Memories from his younger years filled his mind, images of tumbling snow and roaring ice. He watched as snow began to roll and cascade down the face of the mountain they called home. Not a moment later he was running and pushing through nearly a meter of settled snow toward the den. Get out! X’yrin, Sequoia, GET OUT!” he yelled the first names that came to his tongue as the distance between him and the den closed but knew that they would likely not hear him over the moan of the mountain. He was still too far away.

He was made to watch helplessly as snow began to build over the entrance. A few large chunks of rock and ice tumbled from above and crashed down with earth shaking thuds. Smaller chunks of debris showered the entrance too and still no one emerged. When finally he was close enough to see past the falling snow and ice and into the den, he saw the movement of bodies struggling toward the entrance. Autumn hues shoveled away the snow and there were shouts to escape, to get out.

It was too late. Jaden could see how much snow fell and how deep the banks were already. Trying to scramble out of the cave now would only leave his family clawing through deep snow and vulnerable to the crushing weight of whatever was yet to fall from the mountain top. “No! Get back! You’ll be crushed!” he yelled but could barely hear himself now over the mountain’s bellow. He still saw people fighting, his family struggling to get out. Reaching the cave’s mouth at a full run, Jaden didn’t have time to contemplate his options. Every second, more and deadlier debris fell from the mountain. He used one of the fall rocks in his path as a study platform to jump off of and cleared the deeper snow with a mighty leap. One body was his target, only a mess of moving fur in the chaos of the moment and he hit the fellow hard. Both of them were thrown back into the den and the sharp whine of Zeus as he fell from the impact was the only indication of who had just been assaulted by the dark nomad. Jaden didn’t stop though. He pulled himself up from the ground. “Get back!” He yelled frantically once more and scanned for any more bodies that might be rushing toward the lost hope of freedom.

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POSTED: Mon Mar 11, 2013 10:34 pm

ooc: February 14th | :O

The wolves within the den are sealed off from the outside. X'yrin is trapped beneath some of the stones with her right arm dislocated, a small gash over her forehead, and her stomach bleeding out from a large, sharp stone digging into it. No Posting Order

Her mind had taken a linear path, with the safety of the Family awaiting at its ends. Panicked, she hurriedly shifted whatever ice and rock she could away from the entrance of the den, even as her hands grew numb and claws snapped and bled. Her heart was racing faster than it had ever accelerated before, charging adrenaline through every vein until her body was livelier than it had ever been. “Lyris!” she called sparing not a glance to look behind her, “…hold onto the pups!” Yet the warning from the youth went unheeded.

As darkness began to encase the den the Shepard’s fears began to grow, her thoughts turning to the den itself and the dreaded possibility of it becoming a tomb. She did not pray to the Ancestors to see her through this trial. No, her faith in them was shaken in such a manner, that she trusted only within her own strength, and that which would have been provided by her Family. And by that strength, that sheer testament of will, light continued to fight against the darkness. “X’joroan!” The Alphess called for her first born…her heir, followed swiftly by Zeus’s form. Trusting the entrance would hold for a time, she grabbed her pup by the scruff and lifted him toward Asgeir’s awaiting hands. She pups squirmed a bit, crying in fear of the separation from his mother, but he was given no time for his protests to be heard as the groan of the mountain drowned out all. She could not shout, only watched in horror as the rain of rock burst through the initial slide as though it were nothing at all.

She reached for Zeus, dreading that the boy was falling to the slide as it came, but a force pushed her just out of his grasp…then pain followed. Unimaginable, sheer pain. And then darkness followed.

It had not been her eyes that brought the darkness, but the sealing of the den as the ice and rock encased them. “…Zeus…” Within the darkness, she could not see but smell the boy, along with a familiar scent she had thought to still be absent. “Jade- AH!” Instinctively the Shepard and pushed herself from the ground, feeling the cold of it upon her muzzle but her body would not allow her to move. Cold crept up her legs and spine, something wet and pungent dripped from the front of her head. And as she shifted, attempting again to push herself from the ground, her body trembled with a horrible pain, cold and sharp; a jagged face digging into her belly. And what was more was the weight baring down upon her arm. She could not feel her shoulder, but felt the tension of the tendon and flesh each time she tried to pull herself free.

She dreaded the state of her, knowing there was nothing good to come from the pain in her belly. For the briefest moment…she was glad what had been carried was not meant to be…yet she cursed the Ancestors two-fold none the less…for had her womb carried life, still she would have been without. Though…she could not see to the dead…only the living. She called out to them with ragged breath.

“Is everyone…is everyone alright? Who remains…the pups…”

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POSTED: Tue Mar 12, 2013 2:21 am

Zeus is unconscious but otherwise alright. Jaden has a cut on his back that is bleeding but not horribly. Words-500+

The heart of the darkest nomad beat rampantly, fear so incredibly potent for his loved ones that nothing else filled his mind. After he landed in the dens and stood to scan for more frantic escapees the light from outside was finally smothered by snow and ice and cast them all into darkness. For a moment he was dumbstruck by his blindness, irritated with it because he could not see who else might need protecting or direction. A heartbeat was all the time it took for his mind to catch up and realize that the avalanche was over and those who may have been crushed would already be gone. The thought chilled him to the bone.

Still blind, Jaden was reminded of Zeus. The boy had taken his weight of balance and hit the den floor hard. He crouched over the boy and felt for movement. He did not stir at the former alpha’s prompting. A dark head was set against blond fur and relieved to hear the soft beat of his heart. The boy was alive.

As his eyes began to adjust and pick up faint torchlight from the back of the cave Jaden began to look for the blood. It hung in the air like a crimson promise that heart ache was to follow. The weak call of his nomad leader was the last thing he wanted to hear. He could see her silhouette vaguely marred by large stones and debris around her. He hadn’t seen the woman in weeks and now his first chance might be his last. He rushed to her side. Zeus is unconscious. He told her absent mindedly as he bent down and got his arms around one of the stones that had her pinned. He did his best to lift it straight up and off of her as he feared she was hurt far worse than the darkness allowed him to see. Another rock was heaved and tossed aside and then a last. Not one of them slowed him down thanks to the adrenaline still flooded through the male. Only when his hands graced warm fur did he move more slowly and carefully. He took X’yrin in strong arms and was sure no more weight had the woman pinned before attempting to move her. He would then gently move her so she was lying on her back and facing up, trying not to disturb her arms or neck too much.

A dreadful moistness covered his palm and finger pads when he pulled it from her midsection. There was an audible whine of distress rang from Jaden’s muzzle. Lyris! his voice was unusually frantic, X’yrin is bleeding. I need something to stop the bleeding. He had seen his own blood before many times but to feel hers on his hands in such quantity, unable to see the injury and his imagination jumping to the worst possible conclusion, he was truly scared for this woman he loved. He brushed the untamed lochs of red back from her face and tried to make her more comfortable. Are you in a lot of pain? Jaden asked. Pain was good. It meant she was still alert and alive. What other injuries did the darkness conceal?


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POSTED: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:27 pm


OOC :: Lupus to Optime | Minor cut on left haunch

The small trickles of sunshine that managed to peek over the ridge of the piled rocks were snuffed out in an instant- never meant to shine and bring hope to those who needed it. Those who were trapped. Those who were injured, perhaps beyond repair.

An instant before the rocks crashed down over the front of the den and shook the rock in an unbelievable way, a million thoughts passed through Lyris’s mind in that moment, and at last she found a plan and acted.

X’yrin would not have been able to move in time. Even if she had had the time, she wouldn’t have budged. She would have tried to clear that rock no matter the cost, just trying to get her family out. Fear and determination had blinded her common sense. Something urged Lyris to leap forward and drag the woman away, but there’s wasn’t a big enough window. Her fragile white body would be crushed between the rocks in the floor, and she wouldn’t hold up as well as X’yrin. It would have only resulted in more injuries. The only solution was to steer clear of the falling rocks, which, at this moment, were tumbling toward her head. A final cry reached her ears: hold onto the pups! The kids! Adrenaline surged through her veins- she was powered by pure fear. In one tremendous burst of speed the girl lurched forward and grabbed Veyra by the scruff, away from her mother’s tail, where she had been before. Claws straining to dig into the soft earth that wasn’t there, the girl turned tail and pushed forward, boulders crashing to the ground feet behind her. A sharp stone caught her in the haunch, dragging its sharp point across her leg, cutting into flesh. A soft wince escaped her jaws, muffled by the pup’s fur, before she was thrown forward, straining to hold Veyra up as her shoulders hit the ground.

And then, dead silence.

Slowly, Lyris opened her eyes, which had been clenched shut before. Her jaws- sore from holding the puppy so tightly- slackened enough to allow the girl to move away. The injury on her thigh wasn’t bad- it was merely a gash, barely worthy of the title injury. The Lupus heaved herself to her paws, fine rock dust falling from her fur in a poof! The girl warily turned, to find quite the sight. Zeus lay passed out a meter away, though she saw his flank rising and falling. Jaden was already at the rocks, clawing at them to get to his once-beloved. Lyris held back a whimper as an autumn muzzle appeared, and then a full body, in Jaden’s arms. She was wounded. Badly. She could her the trickle of blood hitting the floor from here. X’yrin was hurt.

The words had barely passed the man’s lips before she was up, already at the back of the dens, where soft moss lined some of the walls. She wished she had some bandages, as this probably wasn’t quite as sterile, but right now, the major issue was bleeding. The tangy smell that filled her nose already told her that it was bad. Grabbing a sizable clump in her jaws, Lyris returned to the pair.

The girl set the moss down, and then sat down. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It wasn’t hard this time; shifting had become easier as the months passed. Only a small ache along her spine was all the pain that remained, and heartbeats later she was scooping the moss into her hands, flicking her hair out of her face where it would get in the way. The girl pressed the slightly damp moss against X’yrin’s belly injury, feeling it grow heavier as it filled with blood. She knew enough about healing: after all, she had been mauled by a grizzly in the middle of the woods, without anybody to help her. She had to learn fast, or else face death by blood loss. She quickly piled the moss on as it soaked. “Veyra, can you get me some more moss? Quickly.” She kept her voice as steady as possible, not wanting to frighten the pups. Lyris’s shoulders bunched up as the reality of it washed over her. Her alphess was hurt. She was hurt, and badly at that. How would she heal? “Does it hurt anywhere else, X’yrin?” She asked softly, keeping her voice smooth. She needed to know if there were any more major injuries. Hopefully Jaden knew something more about healing, as her skills were minimal. Stop the bleeding, clean the wounds… right now, though, she mostly depended on the male to comfort the woman. She needed that right now. What have we gotten ourselves into…?

Word Count :: 794
Lyris Stryder
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POSTED: Tue Mar 12, 2013 8:53 pm

ooc: February 14th | :c


Consciousness wavered in and out before her, drawing her welcomingly into the darkness of her mind whilst instinct fought against it to keep her within the light. Yet what light was there to see was only what her heavy lids would allow. Already the cold had seeped into her, lulling her into a desired rest brought on by the weight atop her and precious dwindling blood. Yet even in her state, she made to ask for her children again, and her Family as well, but was gently assured by the presence of her beloved.

She dared not breathe though her heart did calm with relief, and she could hear the frightened wimps of her pups as well, save one. She whined to them softly, feeling the weight upon her back gradually receded. Stone by stone she felt the pressure alleviate, allowing for a more pronounced octave to ease her frightened children. Their comfort before her own; it would always be her way of things.

When at last there was only the cool air upon her back, she went limp as she was turned, not daring to resist in fear of the extent of her injuries. “…I am….aren’t I…” she gasped sharply at the pain of speaking, her confirmation of Jaden’s assessment falling to a whimper. She remained still as she was able, turning occasionally to make sure the pups were alright. Beneath her red veil she could spy them just a little, but their scents were enough to place her mind at ease. And Jaden’s too as she allowed a smile to touch her muzzle. “…do you…remember our time in the rain…” she began fairly lightly, sparing a moment in Lyris’s absence to confine in him. “…when we first came to the lands…when I opened your wound… I imagine…that pain you felt then does not compare to what I feel now.. though…perhaps close.” It was a frightful failure attempt at humor, but it was all she could muster to retain her composure as proud given her condition. She dared not look at her stomach to see the state of it.

Upon Lyris’s return, again the Shepard became a limp doll in their grasp, doing her best not to move more than necessary less she bring forth more blood from the wound or jostle or arm. “My arm…” she gasp then, a reared the shoulder up slightly to exhibit its detached state. Dislodged from its cuff, the arm was a useless thing and was in dire need of a reset. “..it needs…” she did not know how to explain it, for she had never endured an injury of this likeness. She smiled awkwardly, fighting back the whimpers of pain from the slightest movement. “If it was…pushed in?” Even to her own ears, the act sounded atrocious, but she did not know how else to explain it.

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POSTED: Wed Mar 13, 2013 2:46 am

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While they waited for Lyris to come with something to help stop the bleeding Jaden was left to do all he could which wasn’t much more than press on the wound in her stomach to try and slow the flow. Again the warmth of the liquid as it soaked into his fur was disturbing but a state of panic had consumed him and would suppress his horror for the moment. She answered his question in those moments they had alone. The memory she recalled was distinct in his mind and would have likely embarrassed him in a more appropriate situation. As his mind still held the potent fear that he might lose X’yrin to these wounds, all he could spare was a merciful in response.

Lyris returned soon after with some moss from the dens back walls. It was far from ideal but would work to slow the bleeding. Apply a firm pressure to that. If the bleeding might not stop on its own and that will help it along. But even as he said it he could see it was slowing. Where her golden fur had been sopping with blood before was now simply damp. It was promising but if she had cut deeply enough to hit the sensitive organs in her belly, bleeding or not, there would be little hope for her.

Jade shook the terrible thought from his mind as X’yrin drew attention to her shoulder. This wound was one the darkness had hidden from him till she pointed it out but it was far better than another terrible gash or broken bones. Jaden knew some about healing but it was less because it interested him or that someone had taken direct action to teach him and more that he himself was accident prone. This fact was less prominent now that he was getting older and could do the things his younger self had injured himself trying. He had once dislocated his shoulder when he fell from a tree. Coincidentally it was the same arm she had injured today. So he knew how to fix it and how excruciatingly painful it was for her now. He reached over her and felt gingerly at the awkward-looking bone just to be sure. The bone has been pulled from its place, he told her unaware of the technical term for the injury. We can fix it but it can wait for the moment. Pulling on that arm was going to put her in great pain. If they did it too soon the reflexive tensing of her muscles could worsen or restart the bleeding of her belly. That was the last thing they needed.

What needed to be done now was to clean and dress her stomach. The moss wouldn’t do for that. Jaden thought for a moment and cursed the fact that his medical supplies were still on the horse-drawn cart that was tethered to a tree outside. Lyris, he spoke to her once more, his voice a bit more collected than before. The blood is slowing now. We will need to clean her wound soon. In my den there is a large black coat folded on top of a stack of furs near the back. Would you please bring out here? he asked and moved so he could apply pressure to the moss in her place if she moved. Be sure nothing falls from the pockets, he would add if she complied.

You’re going to be alright, He now spoke to X’yrin again but whether he was telling her or himself he wasn’t sure. The pups are okay too, he assured her when he noticed she kept looking after them. He smiled a bit more sincerely, that day in the rain, he recalled, do you remember how long ago that was? The memory held heavy significance for him in the words they had shared and the situation they had been in. So much had happened since then… so much had changed… He asked not to stir this realization in her but more to give her something to keep her mind occupied and awake. Reminding himself had been accidental and he doubted it would do him good later when he was alone to think on it.


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