i will not doubt you

Kesho Maisha · 12-02-2010, 11:43 PM

[html]

Dated Nov. 14, 2010. Strange poooossstt! I'm exaggerating his injuries a bit, but he needs some good scars. Tongue heals pls WC: 692

Kesho Maisha

He hardly knew what he had done. He was aware, sure, that he had been in a fight. But he didn't know how long it lasted or how many wounds he'd received. The elder coyote only vaguely recalled watching the wolf scatter away, running for his life. In all truth, this image gave him a bit of pleasure. He gave a smug grin as he trod, wincing ever so slightly when he took a bad step. Kesho wasn't supremely hurt, but his wounds were bleeding and painful, though as he was so accustomed to doing, he hid his pain as much as he could. His left front leg was ripped and bleeding; he chose to trod lightly on it, though it seethed and gushed every few moments. You old man, if you collapse under such little pain you truly will be the coward I know. He snarled, outwardly, both out of pain and out of annoyance. He hated his mind being infiltrated without his behest. The old yote continued his trek, secretly wishing that he could simply shift and walk on two legs. It wasn't that easy, though, and although the beast was quelled for now, he feared its future uprising. The connection between him and that shifted form was strong. As he struggled across the terrain-- with his injured leg continually bothering him-- he wondered whether he might be better off risking it. He realized with regret that he was likely too weak to shift, especially since he was still quite uncomfortable with it. If he shifted now, he would be playing a game of chance. There was more of a possibility for him to pass out from exhaustion than complete the shifting process.The moon barely peaked out from the cloudy sky to reassure him, and he sighed heavily and heaved on.

If he could just make it to the forest...I don't know if I can... He thought briefly, but then forced himself into a more positive mood. This wasn't him. He was simply frustrated with himself. In all truth he hadn't wanted to get into a fight so soon after returning. Though it was a battle against his enemy, he felt as though he cheated it, as though he'd won by default. And yet, waves of euphoria crashed over him, combined with the slight shock of having bled so much, and having expunged so much energy to during battle. Kesho's thoughts battled each other consistently. He wanted to be what Gabriel was; a beast, gentle at heart, willing to destroy, but more tolerant than the last generation. But his hatred seethed like a pit of black tar, no matter how much arguing the empathetic side of him did. He could change, sure, but it wouldn't be fast, or easy. His mind was being torn seven ways, and he knew not which to follow. Kesho had so many ideas of who he wanted to be, and who he was that he lost track. Deep down, though, he was a kindhearted fellow, and although truly quite racist against wolves, he had the capability to befriend certain individuals of the species. It was not something he did often, though. This was made even more clear by the wolf-inflicted fresh lacerations across his backside, and the gaping wound on his leg. The trees were getting closer, and as he increased his speed in anticipation, he stared ahead, crimson eyes trying gain focus on the darkness of the forest's corridors. He reached the cover of the trees as quickly as he was able, walking quickly on three legs for the last bit, his energy resources exhausted. Looking around desperately, he found a clear patch of grass, dying and covered in frost. Welcoming the source of comfort, however odd it might be, he quickly thrust his body to the ground, prostate and thoroughly tired. It was unlike him to be so drained just from a simple battle, but it annoyed him still. True, though, he had used a good deal of his energy in the previous days. He was getting older, too, and didn't have quite the same endurance as he did in days passed.

Enkiel Lykoi · 12-04-2010, 03:54 PM

[html]

RESCUUUEEEE

The autumn air was growing colder, which was sign enough for Enkiel he needed to start gathering wild roots. Not a creature used to the hard soil, he had brought a small hand trowel to assist him. It, along with the large glass jar in his bag, made the satchel heavy. Enkiel did not complain, though he certainly would have liked to. No one was around to hear him, though.

Enkiel had memorized the plants by sight, having spent most of his days doing so. It did not take him long to find the Valerian once he began looking in the most likely area for it. He sniffed about and followed the scent, which was sharp and reminded him of cat urine. The plant was no longer flowering, but he was able to dig up the roots with the trowel easily enough. Excess dirt was shuck off and the root stuffed into the large jar, piece by piece. When it was filled, he rose and brushed the dirt off on his legs.

As he rose, the wind turned and brought with it an equally sharp scent. Blood. Enkiel’s large ears swiveled and he began moving towards the source quickly. It took him several minutes to find the man, lying in the grass and bleeding from several places. His leg was noticeably the worst. The jackal closed the distance between them quickly. “Stay still, I’m a healer. You have a lot of wounds still bleeding and they need closed up.” The jackal dropped to the ground and shrugged off his pack, beginning to dig through it with nimble fingers.

erif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; }
.enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]

Kesho Maisha · 12-08-2010, 04:51 PM

[html]Sorry for the wait... And the crap/weird post, lol. I'm
on my phone at work but really wanted to write this. Tongue

WC: 372 [/html]
[html]

Kesho's energy was nearly completely drained; having shifted, fought with that large beast, and battled for control of his own body, he was understandably exhausted. He allowed himself to drift off to sleep, unconcerned for the condition of his leg, trusting it to heal in time. He slept deeply, the wind-tousled noise of the forest his lullaby.

It never would have occurred to him to seek out help. He had never had the luxury of a medic of any sort in his days. For him, it had always been an every-man-for-himself kind of life. He was surprised, then, when he heard a voice nearby, waking him from a lovely slumber and requesting to dress his wounds.

Slightly annoyed, he opened one red eye to find the source. Quickly appraising the slight frame of the young male, he judged him to be of little threat. The boy appeared to be some sort of jackal hybrid, and Kesho wondered briefly of his relations, noting his odd markings. Every damned canine in Inferni was related, it seemed.

In immediate defiance of the boy's request, he attempted to sit up. Using his good leg, he managed a halfway seated position. It was good enough. Though he might trust the boy enough to cooperate, he would still be wary. Kesho kept his tender leg off the ground, though the cold had significantly numbed it. He swerved his head around to take in the whole of the other male, noting the bag he currently rummaged through with mild interest. "I hardly see it necessary, but if you must..." He responded, voice more rough than usual thanks to the cold.

Normally, he wouldn't want company during a time like this. He usually reveled in the painful silence after a battle, and despite the relief the boy could provide, still secretly longed for that isolation. These were the moments in his life that had sculpted him; alone and wounded, but determined to press on despite the pain.

Staring off as the boy searched for what he needed, Kesho focused solemnly on the searing pains that occasionally shot up his limb, and the constant ache throughout his body. He felt suddenly bitter. Maybe he really was too old for this shit.

Enkiel Lykoi · 12-09-2010, 11:44 PM

[html]

I FEEL THE LOVE

It surprised Enkiel that the coyote would move in his condition. Especially given his age—though he did imagine that had something to do with it. Frowning, he continued to dig through the bag. The jackal did not carry a large amount of supplies with him. Luckily, he had always been equipped with the basics as far as wound-treatment.

A small jar of dark green, crushed up leaves was drawn. He studied the bad leg and looked up to the older male sharply. “That hardly looks deep enough to warrant stitches,” though it would certainly scar. He grabbed a handful of the crushed leaves and chewed them diligently, ignoring the taste, before putting the mixture on the wound. He held onto the coyote’s paw strongly, with the other hand reaching for a pack of gauze stolen from the mansion. Silently, he began to wrap his foreleg—tight enough to slow the bleeding.

erif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; }
.enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]

Kesho Maisha · 12-10-2010, 12:40 AM

[html]Wheee~ <3! WC: 326.[/html]
[html]

As the young jackal began his work, he spoke something of a retort to Kesho. Was it not clear that he didn't mind being a scarred beast? Maybe it was better, though, to dress it. He'd remembered letting wounds go uncared for for days in the past, and they had become nasty and infected. It had always cleared up, to his luck, but it was true he might not have such luck in the future. Still, he protested inwardly. "I think I can survive," he muttered.

The force to survive alone was still strong in him, and even though this man meant no harm-- and was really just trying to help--, it still upset him slightly to be seeking such high assistance from someone. Especially a youngster like this one. The older coyote watched carefully through red eyes as the boy retrieved what he'd been searching for; a jar whose contents were as vague as the boy himself.

It hurt a fair bit, of course, but the man refused to express it. His war-torn body had seen worse, and was likely bound to experience even more. Kesho kept his resolve, and didn't give evidence of a flinch as the boy administered the...well, whatever it was. "What is that you're putting on it?" He wondered aloud, not bothering to catch his thoughts in his mind. Though never curious about medicine of his own accord, now that it was being used on him he thought it worthy to question. What sort of plant matter-- if that was the origin-- would require being chewed before applying? And what medicinal properties did it carry at all?

He'd been learning much since his return. It had all changed, of course, and he was adapting to this greater abundance of human knowledge and resources. Of course it was of benefit now, but he had no desire to meet the same demise that they had. Clearly, tinkering with life could be dangerous.

Enkiel Lykoi · 12-10-2010, 01:07 AM

[html]

shortshort

Certainly, he could survive. The desperate often did. Enkiel had seen many his share in the streets of Egypt, wandering in opium dazes and sun-stroke, babbling incoherently and begging their way through life. He had been a child, but the memory was clear enough to warn him of such dangers. Enkiel had never touched alcohol or opium, and never would.

The older coyote spoke, and the golden boy’s oversized ears twitched at the sound. “Burdock,” he answered. “As long as there is no infection in the wound, it will heal it faster. So don’t get the wrapping wet.” He continued to fix the bandage until it was all but gone, tying a knot towards the top of the forearm. It pleased him to see the practice paying off, and he sat back to eyeball it. “That should hold for now.”

erif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; }
.enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]

Kesho Maisha · 12-10-2010, 04:47 PM

[html]No worries! <3 Another work post, lol. Also I hope I'm right about there being snow... Or at least it coming soon? D: WC: [/html]
[html]

The boy mentioned the plant-- a name he'd heard before and vaguely recognized, but Kesho had never seen it in use. He gave a vague grimace of unease over the jackal's saliva being rubbed into his wound, but supposed there might be reason to it.

As his leg was swaddled in gauze, Kesho became instantly aware of the shooting pain searing through it at every wrapping. He flinched once, pulling his leg back, and gave a low growl-- more to the pain than the boy. As the jackal finished his supposed duty, the older man surveyed his work. Stretching out his leg, he felt the instant dog-like urge to get this thing off. It was foreign, and in much too close contact with his skin. It was insanely uncomfortable, and he gave several feeble shakes to the leg, though he knew it wouldn't budge.

The boy had uttered a small warning about tending the bandages, but Kesho hardly took notice, even scoffing slightly. How would he keep it dry with winter here and snow coming in fast? "With the snow I'm sure that'll be easy," He spoke sarcastically.

Of course he had some appreciation in him. At least he might be spared from the additional pain of the wound on top of his already aching limbs and joints. He gave a grunt of thanks as the jackal muttered his last words. "Who are you, anyway?" He was mildly interested to know the boy's name and where he'd obtained his skills. Kesho had not encountered any others with that knowledge.

Enkiel Lykoi · 12-14-2010, 01:09 AM

[html]

slight delay, sorry :]

Saliva had natural healing properties. Licking wounds had proved that well enough. He was also without a salve handy, though Enkiel did not take the time to prepare such things and carry them. In time he hoped to have a stock prepared, but with winter fast approaching, he would need to make do. The things he had gathered were enough; so he hoped.

Even with the older coyote fighting him, Enkiel did not release the paw and made certain he finished his work. Angry patients did not bother him. He expected such things. Adrenaline made people into lunatics. He did not let his displeasure with this fact show—as reptilian as ever he remained still, dark eyes focused with a single minded intensity to complete the work at hand. “I don’t know how soon the snow will come,” he said flatly, as he truly did not. “, but that can come off in a few days. The wound should close by then.”

The coyote sat back and Enkiel finally released his paw. He eyed the other wounds, but was distracted by the male’s voice. His eyes rose to a shade of red much lighter than his own. “Enkiel Lykoi.” A pause, but only for a moment: “How badly are you hurting?”

erif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; }
.enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>[/html]

Kesho Maisha · 12-15-2010, 02:36 AM

[html]You're fine. Smile

WC:379 [/html]
[html]

“I don’t know how soon the snow will come,” spoke the boy. Kesho ignored this bit. “, but that can come off in a few days. The wound should close by then.”

His face broke slightly into relief. Thank god, Kesho thought, scowling at the fabric covering his leg. He might be able to last that long without ripping it off himself, though it would be a close call. Still, his instincts protested as his leg twitched and flailed stiffly, awkwardly, unused to such wrappings so tight against its skin. Kesho shifted uncomfortably, trying to change positions so that his leg might remain still--after all, he didn't want to appear to be a fool--; though this proved to be of little help.

“Enkiel Lykoi," announced the young jackal.

So the boy was a Lykoi. Why am I not surprised? he thought with a smirk, recognition shifting across his face. This one was odd, though-- unlike the other Lykoi Kesho had the pleasure of meeting. Enkiel's presence alone was enoough to make most uneasy, but Kesho simply blamed his heritage and left it alone. After all, his family was quite large, and certainly abundant with interesting characters. Kaena, of course, was included, although to him, she was in a category of her own. The first Lykoi. In Kesho's memory, at least.

"Kesho." he stated simply, not bothering to mention his surname.

Enkiel's movements were almost mechanical, and the way that he studied Kesho's ever move was much like a cat stalking prey; though Kesho did not feel threatened. Although the boy seemed quite devoid of expression, Kesho wondered briefly what sorts of royal traits and surprises lay behind that mask. Enkiel was still young, after all. Surely he was not completely rid of his childhood.

“How badly are you hurting?” asked the Lykoi boy.

At the mention of pain, Kesho rolled his shoulders, expression unchanged. "I'm used to pain... he replied. Of course the leg hurt, but he did wonder what sorts of tinctures and tonics the boy carried in his bag. For now, Kesho was resigned to tolerate the ache, as he always had.

Enkiel Lykoi · 01-07-2011, 02:33 AM

[html]

SSWM: 285

How it was that these filthy base creatures had survived so long still surprised Enkiel. He was bred of higher stock, those his family had squandered the teachings of such. Their whore-mother had all but forgotten her purpose when Samael had left, and he resented her for such a thing. He too resented his siblings for disregarding the customs and the faith that had been bred in them. These northern lands were barbaric to him, but Egypt had become a place that no longer recognized itself. It was luck they had not been forced to travel to the Northlands, where rumors spoke of barbaric wolves that acted without any concept of dignity.

These men were not much different, though his uncle had reassured Enkiel that not all were like the ones he had encountered. Gabriel had never spoken to him directly, but even the way his gruff uncle had behaved settled the small man’s worries. Hopefully there would be someone capable of proving such a theory correct.

An odd name, but one that did not matter outside of identity. Enkiel’s eyes did not betray him; for this he was glad. He had no patience for the squabbling of an old man who could not take care of himself. The jackal only regarded him with that same expressionless gaze, though his whiskers curled up as he scented the air—masking that he was scenting for the sharp tang of fear-scent, which would have told him otherwise. “Then you suffer needlessly,” the jackal said. He drew a small glass jar from his bag, filled with a mass of black seeds. “One of these will ease your body. If you wish to sleep, I will give you more.”

erif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:400px; text-align:justify; }
.enky-falcon .separator{width:300px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>

OOC Ending
Enkiel gives Kesho enough poppy seeds to put him to sleep, sends him home, and then leaves.
[/html]

Login




Remember me Lost Password?