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- Jefferson Soul - 11-21-2008 [html]
- Iskata Sadira - 11-22-2008 Iskata could hear the voices about her but it was like a dream. She felt like she was once more in the lands of Clouded Tears alone and roaming the hills.. like she'd been daydreaming of the day she'd buried Zana's twin. She whined, her voice catching in her throat as she felt herself being lifted. The scent of her pack seemed to envelope her senses making the dreamy haze of the old packlands fade away. Her head lulled over his back, though she couldn't see the owner of the voice she knew who it was. She wanted to warn him of the demon and the beast but it seemed the world had calmed while she was fading away. She wasn't for certain if her eyes were open or closed, but as the pain of his movements across the lands ran through her body she was quickly thrown into utter darkness where there was nothing for company... and yet when the world had finally stilled and her body was lain down upon the lands she loved a broken howl was so close to her ears she felt her paws twitch as she cried out as the pain started anew. She coughed, her ribs aching as she flicked her ears back and whimpered. "Jeffers?" she was certain she'd heard his voice at some point but she felt so alone now as the numbing cold began to seep into her weeping wounds again. - Deuce Rhiannon - 11-24-2008 [html] - DaVinci 'Dait Nasphri - 11-24-2008 DaVinci had been sitting outside the lakehouse he shared with his two children, Skylar standing close by tossing stones into the water from the end of the dock as she recited different types of game to be found easily in the winter. Her mind seemed stuck on the lifestock they kept within the packlands though she was very good at figuring out the actual wild beasts when she wasn't distracted. In the middle of gathering tips on how to best approach rabbits in the winter DaVinci heard the loudest commotion coming from the old road that lead to their home. Rising quickly to his feet the male moved out to find out what his son was yowling about. Small Skylar followed behind him just as fast as her little paws could carry her but neither one expected what they were greeted with. It took only mere seconds for Ty to explain that something bad had happened and Jefferson wanted DaVinci now! He chattered on about how it had to be a secret because both Jefferson and Deuce wouldn't let him see it but he could smell blood and grandma's scent. DaVinci didn't even stop to think as he ran down the road from the direction that Ty had come from, not even thinking to tell the two to stay home, so of course not two seconds behind him came running the grandchildren. He followed the scent and soon enough the male could see the cabin before him, he knew exactly where to find the band of packmembers as he'd taken Firefly to the exact same location. Bursting through the door he quickly shut it behind him, growling at the two young packmembers that if they wanted to stay they were staying outside until further notice. He could hear them whining and grumbling as he slammed the door shut. Walking across the room to where Jefferson had laid his mother the steele hued male kneeled down as he turned to the two, "What happened.." he asked darkly. - Jefferson Soul - 11-28-2008 [html]
- Deuce Rhiannon - 12-01-2008 Number of words: 401 Deuce only partially heard the answer, her fingers already gently probing the ragged edges of the wounds. She glanced up at Da'Vinci and jefferson, her eyes clearly showing the gravity of the situation. She returned her gaze the the younger woman. Something ivory in one of the wounds caught her attention. She noted the position, turning and taking a clean rag to staunch the blood flow. She used the tip of a claw to tease out the small ivory shard, pressing the cloth to the wound. With her other hand, she presented the artifact for the other two to see. Bear. Her voice was grave. She allowed the claw to fall to the table, nibbling her lip. Finally she began to move. She tore a strip of cloth from the rag, tying the rag to Iskata's wounds. She grabbed more cloths, reaching into the cupboard. She came out with a gallon bottle of hydrogen peroxide. She'd discovered the use of it when Ahren's daughter had used it on her infected wounds. She began pouring it methodically on Iskata's injuries until the room stank of blood and peroxide. She then tied more tourniquets trying to staunch the blood flow. her words were curt, but not cold. Da'Vinci, clean Jefferson up. There's another room just down the hall with a basin of water and more cloth rags. Part of it was because she didn't want Da'Vinci to watch her sew up the ragged wounds on his mother. Part was because she wasn't used to an audience when she stitched anyone up. She rummaged through the cupboard again, pulling out various herbs and their tinctures. She poured a few drops of Valerian onto Iskata's tongue. It would relax the woman, hopefully keeping the worst of the pain away. Then she secured Iskata's hands and feet to the table. A squirming patient ended up ripping out their stitches before it was time. She couldn't have that. Deuce used a hair scrunchie to pull her mane back, away from her eyes, and pulled out a wicked looking bone needle, long and wickedly sharp. The black suture thread was next. She looked to Iskata, nibbling her lip. There wasn't time to get the silver and gold woman drunk, which would have dulled the pain more than anyone realized. Deuce had never worked on a patient who was unwilling beofre. It frightened her mightily. - DaVinci 'Dait Nasphri - 12-04-2008 --will reply with Isk after Deuce's next reply-- DaVinci knew if the others could see his features would have been paler than pale. He kept his fists balled up tightly to keep from shaking as he paced back and forth, watching Deuce begin the long process of cleaning up the Matriarch. She was his mother, but as well their leader, he wasn't sure what to even do. While in time he was able to forgive her for the errors she'd made, even when he'd been filled with anger she'd still been his mother. Those stormy orbs snapped to attention as Deuce spoke to him, though the words took too long to get through to his mind the male finally glanced over to Jefferson, the scent and sight of the blood that coated the other's pelt made him look away, but not before the fear of what reality was saying had shown through. Almost as thought another was doing the work DaVinci stumbled to where Jefferson stood and grasped hold of his shoulder, the tremors in his hand were still there as he said gruffly. "Jefferson.." He didn't want to leave, he didn't want to help clean the other male up.. damn it, but he wasn't going to act a fool just yet. He raised those orbs back to Jefferson, pleading with the other silently to join him. The children had eachother and he couldn't face them just yet.. but perhaps if it was only silence they shared it might lend strength to eachother. Something had to take away the panic that was building in his veins. - Jefferson Soul - 12-04-2008 [html]
- Deuce Rhiannon - 12-09-2008 The males left the room, and Deuce began. Normally, she had no issue stitching anyone up. She'd stitched physe, she'd stitched Phoenix, she'd stitched Lucifer. She stitched Haku. hell, she'd even stitched herself. But they'd all ben willing and concious participants. With each pierce of the needle, she awaited iskata's reactions. Rather, she dreaded them. She dreaded the silver and gold hued woman's wakening. Soon, though, each stitch became autonomus, just needle and thread moving and doing their job. She fell into the lull of the monotony of the work, her stitches tiny and neat rows joining the ragged strips of flesh that were Iskata's wounds. - Iskata Sadira - 12-10-2008 It was so cold, the sudden slosh of the elixor onto her wounds as Deuce began to cleanse every jagged mark, every torn muscle and the darkness.. there was darkness like she'd never known before. The woman was in a fog, she could hear the words they spoke, she could sense them moving about the place.. then the silence as her family members disapeared filled the air a soft whine rose from her throat. She felt so alone as though death were coming for her now. She knew the woman was there, she could feel the numbing of the painkillers that she'd been fed.. and yet every pinprick, every thread that was sewn.. every tug as her flesh was drawn together as though she could once more be whole. Hot tears were wept though not another sound was made while the woman worked. The fire that burned with the cooling touch of frost along the edges was every mark that Ahren had graced her with through his damnable madness. She should have just driven herself upon his blade.. she could have found his throat before the full force of the actions had taken her soul.. but she hadn't. Fear was a powerful weakness. She could hold it in no longer as her limbs shook, the shattered hind leg so slow in movement, so jarred and jerking as the others seemed to fight harder to escape the hold of the Shaman. She didn't deserve to be alive, the darkness had already claimed her, why was Deuce trying to save her. Something inside had snapped, somehow the shock of it all had knocked sense out of the woman.. the darkness to her was the end of life, not the bitter truth of the blindness that was the final blow she'd been granted before being left for the next hungry scavenger. Her voice was mournful as she whispered. "You can let go now Deuce.." She knew her friend and Shaman wouldn't stop, she'd fight til the bitter end.. but Iskata wanted her to know it was ok to let her go, that she had a whole other world waiting for her beyond the darkness.. - Jefferson Soul - 12-11-2008 [html]
- Deuce Rhiannon - 12-12-2008 Iskata's words were loud in the silence. Deuce froze, her heart dropping. "Don't give up the fight, my friend. We can get you through this, I promise." Could she? The cold outside had helped to save her life, it seemed. the cool air had lowered her body tempature, slowing her heart rate, slowing the flow of blood. All Deuce was doing now was damage control. It might not be enough, and in her heart, Deuce knew it. She wouldn't face it head on, but she knew it. She resumed her stitching, mindful of the time slipping by. She was nearly done, it seemed. How long had she ben doing this? An hour? Two hours? She couldn't remember doing most of it. It was probably hell on iskata too. And Deuce had no choice but to continue. - DaVinci 'Dait Nasphri - 12-14-2008 DaVinci had stood there silently for too long just staring out the window of the room. He could hear the breathing patterns of Jefferson change and yet he did nothing. He was suppose to be helping the other male clean the blood off his hands and coat and yet he couldn't bring himself to move. The hybrid closed his eyes, one first resting above his head along the edge of the window frame as his forehead came to rest on the cold glass. Suddenly it seemed all the fury and anger the male had held within his soul finally unleased itself as he brought both arms up over his head, his fists pounding against the thick wood of the frame, the glass rattling as the male felt the hot tears linger along the edge of his dark lashes. None of it was fair, so long had his relationship with his mother teetered on the edge of one or the other wanting to kill the other.. then it had been so hard to even be in the presence of the other knowing what darkness had once lingered in the thoughts of the other.. finally it seemed that they'd been brought together, though not fully mended when he'd had to turn to her pack for guidance and protection for his children... now he was forced to realize he actually cared for the woman he called mother. He didn't want to admit the second fact but it shone through and through that he was scared shitless of what was occuring in the other room. Was he going to have to announce to his young children that they'd lost their grandmother, that she couldn't be saved.. was he going to have to admit the truth to himself as well. His fists pounded against the frame once more as he growled. "Why are we sitting here.." He didn't want to be sitting here, he didn't want to be doing nothing.. but yet there was nothing to do. - Iskata Sadira - 12-15-2008 Iskata heard those words as there was a pause in the stitching, the constant stab of pressure that made the harsher wounds seem slight and numbing to say the least. Her ruined eyes were still a mess though the tears flowed with blood, washing the wounds and yet reminding her of the pain all the same with the sting of salt. A shudder rang through her body as Deuce made the promise to her that she so wished the woman wouldn't make. She made no protest to begin with after the words were spoken instead she fell silent and limp upon the table once more. It seemed that the stitching had slowed after such a dull ache had settled over her form, she felt like she was drifting away as she whined raggedly again. "What's left to fight for.." the question seemed to echo between the two leaders as the truth say vivid upon her silvery fur. There was nothing left for her, death was drawing near and she felt as though there was a struggle between the phoenix trying to rise and death's greedy hold over the soul. - Jefferson Soul - 12-16-2008 [html]
- Iskata Sadira - 12-24-2008 ... - DaVinci 'Dait Nasphri - 12-24-2008 He knew he shouldn't have done it but everything just seemed to be piling up, first the truth with Ryan, the words on the border of Inferni where he was basically told to fuck off and stay away from the de le Poer girl.. his past unburied and now so quickly on the heels of finding his mother and finding a place to belong he felt he was losing it all. The words of Jefferson were the truth but they did nothing for the male as he turned, his eyes alive with pain and tears as laughed bitterly. "Nothing, that's all there ever is to do." He was being unfair but he couldn't help it. It seemed just when things turned around in his life once more the walls came crashing down. He turned away from the male, staring out the window but seeing nothing as he replied bitterly. "What's there to tell them? That we all have to wait, that she may die, she may live. Nothing will ever be the same either way." He knew his mother and her damnable pride, she'd rather die and leave it all behind than what he knew her life would be like if she lived. He'd seen the shape she'd been in.. he knew the reality of it all and none of it was pretty. He was being childish but he didn't want to face the facts and stare into those innocent eyes of his children and tell them the cold hard facts of life. - Jefferson Soul - 12-26-2008 [html]
- Deuce Rhiannon - 12-29-2008 Whats left to fight for? Deuce sighed silently. What indeed? She eyed the matriarch despondantly, then looked away. The stitching was done. She slowly spread a poultice over the wounds. There was nothing more she could do, except bandage them. This soon followed. Finally, she spoke again. "You have Zana to fight for. And our pack." Our pack. Phoenix valley. It was something, wasn't it? She walked to the hallway, raising her voice so the two males could hear her. "We're all done out here." Sure, the woman looked like a mummy, bandaged and wrapped, but that was the most healed the white woman could do for her coleader. - Iskata Sadira - 12-29-2008 Iskata closed her eyes as she felt the damp substance spread over her wounds, she was tired and all she wanted was to sleep, to drown herself in the nothing that would wait beyond. She wasn't ready to die but she wasn't ready to live in the world she knew waited for her. The bandages that covered her pelt felt so different from the clothes that she'd worn in the past. She shuddered at the thought as the words Deuce tried to coax her with fell upon her tattered ears. "I don't know.. if it will be enough.." she said softly as she felt the small flairs of pain building along her body where each mark had been made by beast and then needle. She knew she would never be the same.. perhaps the only ironic thing was that she'd never have to see what she'd changed into. |