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- Cassius Arphralos - 08-02-2010 [html]
Almost crawling his way across the land, Cassius dragged his body slowly closer and closer to the Inferni borders. He was determined to get home. To tell someone what happened. His back ached and throbbed as the cuts and gashed bled more and more. His shirt was almost torn to shreds where the creamy monster had ravaged him. He never expected something like this to happen to him. He never expected an attack on him. Who would ever attack him? He was the only remotely benevolent coyote in Inferni, and with whoever he'd met, they all liked him. Whether it was for his "charm" or his rather unique skill set.
Tears pooled in his imperial eyes as the hybrid painfully pulled himself close to a river. His body finally collapsed on the waterside. He was so close to home, and yet it felt so damn far. His right arm was useless. He couldn't use it to help himself up. Cassius was practically stuck on the ground, unless one of his clan-mates found him. His arm had been nearly snapped in half, throbbing even though he did nothing with it. It hung limply at his side and it was just as useless as he was.
He figured he seemed to be a perfect target though. He was practically the only coyote without any fighting experience. His tiny knife hardly did anything against the blue eyed demon. He was outmuscled and outrun. Cassius had no chance then. He felt a new kind of respect for Kaena. He now knew the feeling of being so cruely violated. Stripped of pride and morale, having nothing left of himself. The demon gave him a fate truly worse than death, oh yes. Cassius certain would not, could not, forget it. It was forever branded in his memory for him to drag with him for the rest of his days.
Those blue eyes would haunt him for what seemed like an eternity. Every time he closed his eyes, those were all that stared back at him. He would never be able to get them out of his head. It was maddening to the coyote. Cass reached into the brook with his good hand and cupped some of the water in his palm. He tried to lift it up to his mouth, but then he started in a coughing fit, blood dripping slightly from his mouth. He couldn't lift his arms very high, which meant that his ribs were probably broken. He felt so useless. His now-torn shirt was basically dyed almost completely red on his backside. His hair was messy and dirty. His wounds still burned and flamed with pain. He felt like he wanted to die at this moment, just to stop the pain.
Slamming his fist into the ground, the southerner grunted to lift himself up. He needed to finish the journey back to the mansion. But as he tried to get his chest off the ground, a sharp pain rung throughout his body, causing him to cry out in pain. He slammed back on the ground as he let his body weight go. He needed some kind of medic now. He wasn't going to last long if he couldn't get himself healed up.
- Alaine Winters - 08-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: hope this is okay! roll over text for translation xx wc: 500+
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[/html] - Cassius Arphralos - 08-22-2010 [html]
He could feel himself drift in and out of consciousness, trying so hard to keep himself among the living. His body felt weaker and weaker by the second. The time went by so slowly, a snail could easily outrun it in a race. Cass' body just lay, nearly lifeless by the creek, so close yet so far. It was frustrating, to want to move so bad but he was held back by his own body. The coyote felt like just letting go, not even caring for anyone else anymore. It felt so hard to hang on to what little he had left. To tell the truth, he felt quite suicidal at the moment. The Southerner was quite disappointed in himself as a person. To let himself stoop so low, it was embarrassing.
The hybrid could imagine his father standing over him, discouraged. He'd scold him on how incorrectly he was handling his life, giving some sort of life lesson speech, while not even bothering to help. Amos would tell him how he had to pick his own as he stood and whacked him with a cane, or spit on his body. He was fun when you did things right, but one wrong step and he was on you faster than a campus cop at a ghetto high school trying to bust a fight or a drug deal. Cassius could imagine the old 'yote's voice in his head even now. "...bid you, are you with the living? Can you hear me? Maith Dia, your wounds are terrible..." It seemed a litte different than he imagined. He expected a rougher, tougher voice. "Dia have mercy, let him be alive... Sir? Sir?" This time he heard... a woman's voice? It completely replaced his father.
He finally opened his eyes.
What he saw was a doggish female standing over his body. He still rocked with pain, but the presence of someone comforted him some. The brown hybrid let go of the knife he held, the woman seeming a little tense as she approached. He tried to look up at her, but his body shook with immense, flaming pain and he cried out. He breathed hard, trying to confront the hindrance that held him back so. Nodding, the flaring pain preventing him from speaking, the Aedile tried his best to look as harmless as possible. It wasn't likely that he would bite the hand that feeds, or rather the hand that heals in this case. Tears continued to stream from his eyes, uncontrollable and constant. He felt so weak and vulnerable, throwing him back to his childhood.
He wasn't as hardened as a child as he was now, even though that was so little compared to many. His cousin was a little more rough, a little more of a man than he was. Amos treated him like a son, even though he was just an uncle. However proud of Cassius he was, he never had a son he could relate to. Amos was more of a manly worker, not playing with trinkets and toys. When Brutus took up stone sculpting, Amos was proud. It was a job where he used his hands and muscles. He had to be fit. Cassius was... not so much. No one would ever realize it, but Cass had deep, hidden confidence (not to mention father) issues.
- Alaine Winters - 08-26-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: do you mind if i pp a bit in the next few posts? just while she's trying to heal him :3 wc: 500+
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[/html] - Cassius Arphralos - 08-31-2010 [html]
The woman was now clearly in his view. She had kicked away his dagger, and he did not blame her now. With his immense pain, anyone would attack for fear of being hurt further. Fearing for your life was not a crime, and Cassius accepted this. The woman put away her own weapon, and Cassius calmed further. She had a satchel, undoubtedly full of supplies. She seemed like she knew just what to do, but where to start? She deliberated, it seemed, over his body and overlooking his intense injuries. His wounds were bad, you did not have to be a doctor to see that. His back was torn asunder and his left arm was completely useless.
But Cassius did not discriminate against gender. Anyone and everyone was good at something, and whether or not it is a man or a woman does not matter. What matters is if the person has a real skill, and if they love doing what they do best. To Cass, that is what mattered. Not loving what you do was like not being happy with your life and right now, although he felt like killing himself, Cassius was in love with his life. It was the reason that he wanted to keep living, despite the back breaking pain.
His suspicions were happily confirmed, as the woman announced to him that she was a healer. He could feel her hands touch his throat, pressing for the Jugular that hid in his neck. His pulse beat and beat, not helping his cause by pumping blood out of his body through his wounds. "Do not fight it, or you will die." A morbid thought, but probably a true one in this case, the 'yote nodded to the statement, just wanting to get through this terrible time. This woman was nice enough to help, even though he was obviously from Inferni. Many packs were very negative towards Inferni coyotes. Cassius couldn't blame anyone, especially with most of Inferni's old members' running track records in the area.
The woman now reached into her bag, ignoring the fact that her hands were dipped in his blood. She wasn't afraid to get her hands dirty (although hopefully not too dirty) and he liked how she didn't flinch at the gore. She'd obviously seen blood and gashes before, and with that it meant experience. And experience was especially important. The collie woman finally pulled out a green liquid, contained in a flask. She explained how the liquid was supposed to dull the pain, and a few other things but all the Southerner heard was "dull the pain" and he was immediately sold.
He nodded as much as he could, expressing a need for the anesthetic, no matter how weak or strong it was. He would very much like a strong one though, like anyone would. He stuck his neck out to reach for the bottle, desperate for the effect of the liquid. He didn't care if he was numb only slightly, anything less was better than what he had now. He would probably still feel quite a bit of the pain, but just anything less sounded like heaven compared to this.
- Alaine Winters - 09-04-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: thankee :3 let me know if there are any injuries i've left out! too much pp? wc: 500+
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[/html] - Cassius Arphralos - 09-06-2010 [html]
The taste mattered little compared to the wait for the comfort of the pain numbing serum. Cass just wanted to be free of this now, no matter if he slipped out of consciousness. The pain beat him constantly. The suffering needed to stop. The bitter taste was like chocolate in his mouth, or at least the pain made it seem so. She brought the flask away from his mouth, but the coyote still pressed for the liquid, as if drinking more will make it work faster and better. It probably would, but the risk was too great as it seemed to the healer, and she put the flask aside. The collie woman continued to work on his wounds as he sat, waiting for at least a little of the pain to subside.
He could hear her shouts of frustration, as he was quite a case. Cassius could see that much. Literally, as the blood still flowed from his wounds. He was bleeding out quite a bit, but as the woman began to work on him, the pain began to spike in places where she touched. The Southerner hissed sharply, but he never reacted to much, as to obey the healer's commands. She moved her fingers over his chest, and the hybrid looked down to see what exactly she was trying to do. A bad idea as it turns out, and he saw her clutch his tattered shirt and rip it off his body with a vengeance. He cried out loudly but quickly, as he bit his lip to silence the scream. More tears streamed from his eyes as he dealt with more pain. He could see more blood pouring from freshly cleared wounds, the blood leaking onto the woman.
He could hear her stand up, and walk around his body. Cassius was ready for whatever hell he would have to go through. It was better than suffering for longer if his wounds weren't treated. When she slid her arms under his, he could already anticipate and feel the pain that would ring through his body. His body trembled under the immense torture, but the collie was suffering under carrying his greater weight. At least I ain't the only one suffering, he thought. It was sort of cruel, but any pick-me-up was pretty much useful here. The Aedile was propped upon a large rock, the cool comfortable water running over his legs.
Focusing on the fact of that the water felt pretty damn good on his legs right now, he could feel the effects of the liquid start to set in. He heard her voice, asking him to lean forward if possible. His current state of euphoria (although it wasn't as complete as Cass would like it to be) caused her voice to be a little muffled, but he understood, and he leaned his chest towards his legs as she asked. Only then did he feel immense pressure and some pain. It was a surprise to him, not as much pain being sent to his brain. It was a very comfortable change of pace for the Infernian.
She then asked, as she treated his dirty wounds, if he could remember who he was. All he felt was immense pressure on his back, with little spikes of pain here and there as if someone was pushing very hard against it, so he was able to focus quite well on her voice. He breathed for a minute, trying to conjure up any strength to speak. "I-," he started, his breath catching short. "Cassius Arphralos, 'f 'Nferni... but y'all cin jus' call me Cass." He chuckled after he finished. His Cajun accent still rang true, no matter the pain he suffered. It was odd, that just a few short minutes ago he was crying in pain, and now he was... content. He didn't need to be happy, just content. Just the way he needed to be.
- Alaine Winters - 09-08-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: <3 wc: 500+
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[/html] - Cassius Arphralos - 09-19-2010 [html]
The woman responded back to him, giving her own name. Alaine sounded like an odd name to him, but then again he never got around as much as many more had. In his experience, there were going to be a few odd names tossed around, especially with the many foreigners that inhabited the Nova Scotia area. Cotl was one, paired with his brother. There was one other American he had met before: Levi Donahue, but he only met the white Montana wolf once. Another member from out of the Northern American continent was Mkhai, one of Samael Lykoi's kids. He and his siblings were from Egypt, which seemed quite exotic compared to the predominant Eurasian foreigners.
Cassius barely noticed the pain he was in, as a result of the blood loss and painkiller euphoria combination. It was comfortable for him, but dangerous. He could fall asleep, she warned him, and so she would have to wake him up. In a very drowsy and disoriented state, he remained his focus on the collie woman, who continued to work on his extensive wounds. "I dun think I'll be fallin' 'sleep anytime soon 's long as I'ma talkin' to you," he chuckled in a fashion that resembled, to put it in layman's terms, completely shitfaced. He didn't realize it, but he was incidentally hitting on the poor woman, who was only trying to treat his wounds.
She continued to work on him, but he noticed little of it. His euphoric state caused him to be quite distracted, although he was still focused on the woman. Maybe not her face... but he was focused! His drunken-like state still damped the immense amounts of pain he would otherwise be drowned in. His imperial eyes were dull, a result of his rather lackluster condition. They were still peeled open, staring at the Apothecary. He watched her retreat back to her bag again, to fetch a rather interesting looking bottle. It was filled with a very wonderful looking liquid, golden hued and very delicious looking. He looked over to the bottle, finally distracted from the woman, his eyes squinting in interest.
She leaned to his face, explaining that he would feel some pain, but that it would go away quickly. To Cass at this point, he felt invincible. Little did he know, that the euphoric effects were very deceiving. Very much drugged, Cass groggily nodded his brown head up and down, his large ears still in a relaxed position. "Ma'am," he started, his words slurring as if they were liquid. "Y'all don't know how grud I feel nooooooow." He chuckled again, the high he was on felt like it would last him for a lifetime. However, that was about to change a little.
He saw the bottle gleam from the corner of his eye as Alaine tipped it over his back. In the mere seconds before he felt anything, he closed his eyes, expecting the liquid to feel like the cool water that flowed next to him. Instead, there was a waterfall of intense pain. His deep purple eyes began to widen and swell with a river of tears. The salty liquid pooled and flowed across his face, his eyes now sealed shut, trying to seal the pain from his brain. His mouth was wide open, pained and panicked screams emanating from his muzzle as the now feared liquid ran across his back and cause the terrible pain. The southerner tried his best not to move, which took all of his concentration and strength to do so. His brain was addled with mixed readings of pain that overpowered the feelings of euphoria quite quickly. He thought he was over the excruciating pain and terror. Apparently not.
However, true to her word the pain started to subside as the liquid ran out from the bottle. His eyes started to open again, as he was able to regain his strength once more. His screams died into pained breaths and grunt, to overcome the residual pain readings. Cassius' tears no longer flowed from his eyes, and he saw the collie's face again. The hybrid was now calmed a little more, and he panted, glad that the pain was now over. He shook his head slightly, the shaking fear still rattling his body.
- Alaine Winters - 09-20-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: n'awww, cass! sorry for the shotgun reply. i'm bored XD wc: 500+
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[/html] - Cassius Arphralos - 10-01-2010 [html]
She seemed to bristle slightly at his drunken-like attempts at hitting on her. If he was a little more "conscious" - for lack of a more suitable term - then he wouldn't blame her one bit. Here in his current state, he actually couldn't care less. It was quite a harmless statement, with no movements going along with it. It was just as harmless as he was, since he was so busy feeding off the euphoria to pay attention to her reactions anymore that he did now. After the pain had fully subsided she had placed the bottle back and away into her supply bag. She pulled yet another bottle from the seemingly endless supply of potions and salves from the bag. This time it was a bright green one, a pleasant minty smell accompanying the solution.
She slopped the salve onto the cuts along his back and shoulders, a relieving feeling flowing to the afflicted spot now. He sighed with satisfaction, the pain having been over. All he was now was relaxed. The euphoria was slowly wearing off, and Cass was now in a more sensible state. He was not afflicted by pain and so he returned to his regularly scheduled nerd geek genius personality, complete with the accent of course. He let her finish the job, allowing her to finish applying the pulp and add begin adding the leaves to his back. He leaned forward, the pain now quite tolerable, rather than the unimaginable pain he had experienced not too long ago.
She collected the leaves and finished the process. The collie now moved on to wrapping his body with the fabric, which held the leaves in place on his wounds. Right now, the hybrid worried about how he was going to get back to the mansion. Even though he was within seeing distance of the borders and the skull pikes that marked them, he still was wounded and so handicapped. His legs still hurt, even though the pain was dampened.
Once she finished the wrapping job, she stood back to look over him, making sure she didn't miss a thing. He nodded to her, his body still aching slightly. "Actually," he started, the Cajun accent thick in his voice. "I done feel much better. Thank y'all fer helpin' me out. I don't suppose helping a 'Nfernian seems like a smart move to all y'all in the other packs. 'Specially not Dahlia anyways." He moved to stand himself upright, struggling to pull himself using the rock beside him. "I don't s'pose y'all're from there?" His purple eyes were now gleaming, a burden of pain lifted from his mind.
He yelped, his arm was forgotten and still not quite treated. He slid back down on the ground, pain ringing again in his nerves. Cassius hissed, his attention now turned to his snapped left arm. "Dammit," he grunted through his teeth, "I done forgot 'bout my arm. Care to patch that up fer me?" He gave her a half-grin, as much as he could do while still under the pain the emanated from his damaged arm. His chest felt odd, his fur partially exposed to the elements. He was not used to going about not wearing a shirt, but at least he still had his shorts on. It would be much more awkward for him if he didn't, especially in the presence of a woman like this.
His lungs visibly expanded and retracted and he continued to take deep breaths, waiting for this minor roadblock to be patched up. He wanted to get up and go before it got dark. Speaking of the time, the sun was actually quite close to setting. The sky was dyed red, much like the blood that his body contained, but Cass didn't think about the relation. He liked the yellow clouds that were scattered amongst the fiery colors. It was a sign - to him at least - that this was almost over. He couldn't wait for it to be over.
- Alaine Winters - 10-08-2010 [html] table © Alaine ooc: dude, me either! we gonna wrap this up soon? (ha, pun) wc: 500+
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[/html] - Cassius Arphralos - 10-17-2010 [html]
Basically Cass and Alaine say their sexy goodbyes and Cass limps back to IF like a mofo cause he got pimped by Haku THE END. Oh yeah and Alaine heads back to CdM and continues pimping Daisuke doing her medic badassery.
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