07-02-2010, 09:56 PM
The oddly marked female’s worlds rang in his head like church bells. Would the death he spoke of come? His mind wasn’t given much time before the truth of her words became apparent. Her long elegant howl spoke volumes to his headache filled mind. The temptation to lift his muzzle and join was absolutely tempting but the answer came as he had to close his eyes once again to shut out the light that magnified pain. The head wound itself was more of a distraction for anyone trained to deal with such wounds. It was a cut and had swollen but as with all head wounds it bled profusely, looked horrible but wasn’t much worry as it was already starting to clot. The leg itself was a compound fracture (fracture of Tibia-the shin bone) the top half of the fracture had pushed through the skin while the lower half of the shin bone had slid underneath. His actions earlier of setting the bone had been just that, he had pushed the bone up at first extended then set it. But none of those actions had done anything to help with the bleeding.
As they sat and waited for help to arrive his senses would come and go matching the level of fight he still had within him. Saluce had slowly started to wonder if help would arrive at all and as the minutes passed the doubt crept into his mind. As the doubt continued to fill the male he quietly started to drift in and out of consciousness loosing track of time. It was during one of his more drowsy states when his mind suddenly decided to wake up as pain wracked him. The new arrival had just lifted his leg and as he did alarm bells suddenly began to shake him. A low grunt like growl left his lips, not without a subtle tone of anger. His eyes flashed open to see the male who had rudely awakened him. Then as he was just beginning to accept this new wave of pain the wolf had pulled out a bottle of foul liquid. His nose picked up the scent immediately and his lips curled up in a preemptive snarl knowing this was not going to feel well.
White fire gripped him and as much as the wolf tried to accept the pain his left leg betrayed him as it dug into the ground in reflex, muscles and sinew already beginning to push with leverage. “GOD DAMN” he growled furiously, not prone to use profane language but at this juncture it was all he could growl out. His paws clutched into fists as the burn deepened, his biceps straining to cope with the input declared necessary by his pain stricken brain. “MY GOD WARN SOMEONE” he growled instantly alert as if he had never been hurt. He didn’t however fight long the blood pressure spike had caused his headache to come rushing back to make him suddenly rethink his reaction. His voice was lacking any sort of threat more just filled with anxious pain. Then the pain subsided for the warrior, the alcohol numbing the wound. This new male was working quick as he started to splint and wrap the wound. Saluce was slightly impressed by his ability to work so quickly. His voice cracked as he uttered response to this new action “Make sure the splint is tight, the bone will want to break out until it’s started to mind”. The alcohol had waked him up and now he was able to assess and be an ass offering out advice like a dolt.
As they sat and waited for help to arrive his senses would come and go matching the level of fight he still had within him. Saluce had slowly started to wonder if help would arrive at all and as the minutes passed the doubt crept into his mind. As the doubt continued to fill the male he quietly started to drift in and out of consciousness loosing track of time. It was during one of his more drowsy states when his mind suddenly decided to wake up as pain wracked him. The new arrival had just lifted his leg and as he did alarm bells suddenly began to shake him. A low grunt like growl left his lips, not without a subtle tone of anger. His eyes flashed open to see the male who had rudely awakened him. Then as he was just beginning to accept this new wave of pain the wolf had pulled out a bottle of foul liquid. His nose picked up the scent immediately and his lips curled up in a preemptive snarl knowing this was not going to feel well.
White fire gripped him and as much as the wolf tried to accept the pain his left leg betrayed him as it dug into the ground in reflex, muscles and sinew already beginning to push with leverage. “GOD DAMN” he growled furiously, not prone to use profane language but at this juncture it was all he could growl out. His paws clutched into fists as the burn deepened, his biceps straining to cope with the input declared necessary by his pain stricken brain. “MY GOD WARN SOMEONE” he growled instantly alert as if he had never been hurt. He didn’t however fight long the blood pressure spike had caused his headache to come rushing back to make him suddenly rethink his reaction. His voice was lacking any sort of threat more just filled with anxious pain. Then the pain subsided for the warrior, the alcohol numbing the wound. This new male was working quick as he started to splint and wrap the wound. Saluce was slightly impressed by his ability to work so quickly. His voice cracked as he uttered response to this new action “Make sure the splint is tight, the bone will want to break out until it’s started to mind”. The alcohol had waked him up and now he was able to assess and be an ass offering out advice like a dolt.