Bumps and Bruises
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OOC / +561


It was before dawn, and Helotes was finishing the dregs of his first cup of the new tea. It was heavenly, but he had yet to truly earn the wonderful herb; rose hips, what a treat. Finishing off the drink, and feeling much more refreshed then he believed he would have at this hour, the Hydra gathered his tea set and placed in the bowl of water he kept nearby. He would wash it later, for now, he had business to attend to.

Gathering some makeshift staffs from the corner, ones of his own design and made out of birch, Helotes looked over into the corner and saw Raoth, curled up and chained against the bed post. Amy had not been lying when she had said the youth would try to escape, for it had been three times thus far that Helotes had caught the male trying to loosen his bonds. The dark Lykoi did not like seeing one of his own kind held captive in such a way, but there was not much he could do, and he had made a pact with the dog bitch to train this male.

Up, Helotes said gruffly, giving the bed frame a kick that rousted the slave. He looked up at Helotes with indignant eyes clouded with sleepiness, but Helotes paid it no mind and untied him, but held a firm grip on the chain, Time for breakfast.

Despite his condition, Raoth seemed to perk up at the mention of food, and the two of them exited Helotes room and made their way to the kitchen, where Rémy was milling about as he usually did, preparing food for the day to come. Helotes gave him a brisk nod, and Rémy was quick to gather some food for him. The two did not know each other well, and hardly talked, but had a silent agreement that when Helotes appeared, as he rarely did, sustenance would be quick at hand. Today it was a small portion of potatoes and eggs, as well as a side of goat, as far as Helotes could tell. The Hydra ate slowly, but Raoth nearly devoured the plate in two bites. Helotes shook his head, he felt that would come back to the bite the slave in the ass later.

Once he was finished, the two moved outside to the courtyard, and Helotes removed the shackles from the boy. Raoth immediately looked edgy, like Helotes had just stripped him naked, Don’t even think about it. Helotes said softly yet firmly, You know you wouldn’t be able to even get a yard away before I’d catch you. If you really hate your bondage, pay attention boy, the skills I’m about to teach you will be invaluable. And with that he threw a staff to Raoth, who managed to catch it awkwardly and give Helotes the stink eye, yet the Hydra could tell that his words had hit home; so the slave would stay.

The two began their training with the basics, which Raoth when he wasn’t distracted, picked up on quickly. Still, the young slave was horribly outmatched by Helotes, and within an hour’s time was battered and bruised and ready to quit. Helotes was gracious, and gave them a five minute break, handing a skin canteen to the boy to drink. The sun was just peaking over the horizon now.

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#2
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ems is by nat.

The darkened woman was almost disgusted with the trading that had gone down, she disliked that woman and the fact that she kept slaves, but there was not much she could do about it. Snorting, she rolled over in her bed to the edge and let her feet hang over the end, blowing a strand of hair softly out of her face. She knew the slave was being trained to fight for Amy, and she figured that she would join in if Helotes would permit. Her slender fingers sought her messy blonde hair and she braided it tightly, so that it hung long and controlled down her back. She tied it with a thin leather strip to keep it braided. To keep her bangs out of her face for the days training she secured a woven band on her forehead, the pieces of leather black and brown woven together like a primitive headband.


Standing up she crossed the room quickly, tying her cloak around her neck and securing her leather bracers around her wrists. The yearling only had two weapons and these she strapped to her right thigh, both were bone daggers carved from large animals she killed. The next time Amy came around she would trade for a real weapon. Finished getting ready for her day, she surveyed the room, her gaze coming to a rest on her kits. They would be fine, alone for a day. Now it was time to leave. Quietly she crossed her room and opened her door, going through it before closing it gently behind her. Then she walked down the hallway and skipped down the steps to the front door, the daggers on her person and the bracers feeling strange, but like they belonged there.


The front door opened and shut and then she was outside, surveying her surroundings. Barely a few moments passed by before she scented Helotes and the slave, turning her head and catching sight of the powerful male and the younger coyote resting. She must have just caught them on a break. Striding towards them, she skipped down the steps and kept her eyes level to the larger male. " I wish to join you and him in training. "She asked simply, untying her inky cloak and throwing it on a sitting rock near the trio, revealing her daggers, bracers and tied back hair. Emmanuelle was ready for this, she was ready to step up and take her place in protecting the clan. For a moment her gaze strayed to the slave and it took all she had not to throw away his schackles and free him right then and there. Hopefully the skills he learned this week would backfire on the pale she-devil.

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Helotes reached up a black gloved arm to wipe his forehead. He was panting heavily; even though the sun had just risen, it was already beginning to beat unmercilessly. He knew the heat was mostly internal, but still, his body complained that he training rather than taking a nice nap in the shade. Helotes turned his head to look at his young ward, who was still sucking on the flask like a pup on its mother’s tip. Helotes reached over and removed the bottle from the boy’s lips and was given a snarl which Helotes returned ten-fold, and the slave flattened his ears immediately.

Then suddenly the air changed, Helotes could sense her presence before she arrived, but like a glowing visage of perfection the woman from the other day, Emmanuelle he believed her name to be, exited the mansion and turned to look at them.

The two males must have looked very silly in the moment, both staring at the golden haired maiden with eyes wide and wet mouths slightly agape. Helotes was once again taken aback by her beauty, but as she turned to walk towards them he regained his sense and stood to properly speak with her. She got right to the point and said that she wished to train with them, and Helotes could not help but chuckle slightly at her, but when he realized she was serious he sobered, Oh. He then looked down at Raoth who looked at him with a very happy look, Helotes was surprised the boy was not wagging his tail. He could understand that the possibility of wrestling with this exquisite female was not one that any virile male would turn down. Helotes reached up to scratch the back of his head awkwardly, Err… I guess. What did you have in mind? I’m teaching the boy basic disarmament right now. Helotes was not sure this was such a good idea.

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#4
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ems is by nat.

His reaction to the woman wanting to be apart of training was not one Emmanuelle expected or enjoyed, quite frankly. Placing her slender hands on her hips she raised a canine eyebrow at the male in front of her with a sly smile settling on her feminine face. Did he not think she was fit to train with the ' men '? Surely he would not be foolish enough to think that, seeing as a few of the greatest warriors in the clan were females, case in point Vesper and Halo, who she had heard of but never seen. She had never seen Vesper fight, but scars were louder then words and if Vesper looked like that and was still here, well she pitied what the enemy on the receiving end looked like.


Snorting lightly at his reaction she blew a stray bang out of her face and took a more serious pose, she meant business. To her, she wanted to learn to fight better and defend herself. " Well. " She started, taking a moment to glance at the slave looking at her ever so appreciatively, then she continued. " I need to be trained defending myself and fighting, I suppose those go hand in hand though. " Her tone was thoughtful, but not hesitant nor fearful. Her mis-matched eyes looked him up and down, sizing him up. She assumed she would be fighting with him, but with a glance to Raoth she figured she might be training against him as well. The woman was unsure about how these practises usually went.


If Helotes was to be against her, she doubted she would get far. The yearling knew he was a ranked fighter in the clan and his figure spoke of long hours training, he had a chiseled physic that was no doubt the reason that the slave to the side of her looked so exhausted and beat up. It would be a challenge but that is what she was here for.

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OOC / +333


Helotes gave out a sigh and uncrossed his arms. The girl was eager, he would give her that, and there was no reason she should not learn basic combat. Besides, that was his job wasn’t it? To teach anyone who had the will to learn? Helotes nodded then and went to retrieve two of the wooden staffs he had brought down. He threw one to Raoth who caught it clumsily and stood, annoyed that he had to fight already but glad it was not against Helotes this time. The Hydra then threw the other staff to Emmanuelle, Alright, first I want to see your reaction time so I know what I’m working with.

Helotes turned and nodded at Raoth, who with his newly learned disarmament skills, came rushing towards Emma, who balked and threw up her staff in defense. Raoth did well through, basically coiling the staff around hers, ripping it from her grasp. But he was not perfect either, and when he swung his staff back, his grip slipped and both wooden projectiles went straight for Helotes who ducked before they hit him in the face. The Hydra could help but laugh as the others looked at him incredulously, Very good! He said, but then, Actually, no, that sucked! And he retrieved the staffs again and gave them to their owners, Emma, when someone is rushing you, you have to think fast. There are subtle hints you can see that give their plans away, He stepped behind Raoth and grabbed his shoulders, Is the enemy coming at your with their left or right? Are their steps hitching at the last second? If they are right handed, and they stop on their left foot, their planning to strike, if it’s the other way around, their trying to trick you into striking you must know these things. Stepping back, Helotes crossed his arms again, Now, you are an athletic and smart girl, let’s see what you can do in a spar with the lad.

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#6
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ems is by nat.

ooc; i didn't want to totally write it out, since I think we need to write like 1500 words/six posts each for it to be considered a real thread lol.


The woman growled at the slave coyote as he bested her and unarmed her, her chocolate ears flattened against her skull. She had the will but not the experience. Her tail swished back and forth, frustrated already that she was not delivering perfectly. Instead of behaving childishly though, the huntress simply nodded at her trainers words, her eyes not moving from the slave as Helotes tossed them their staffs. The youth watched the two of them, focusing on Raoth's body and how it moved, the muscles that subtly shifted as he did. Once Helotes had let go of Raoth, Emmanuelle immediately began circling the boy, choosing the right opportunity to destroy him. He was fidgety, and tired. She knew these would play to her advantage.


Raoths foot backed into a small rock, and for just a second his attention was diverted and for that one second Emma stuck like a snake, swinging her staff to his lower body and having it land with a soft whack as it made contact with his lower stomach. This was luck though, and after shooting Emma a silent snarl of anger, he advanced upon her and the two's staffs collided as he swung and she blocked, trying to recall everything that was just told to her. A few of the swings landed, but with her trying to diligently block them they didn't cause much damage. As he moved his staff back to begin a powerful swing she quickly jabbed him with her staff, following it with another sound hit to his shoulder, then a block that failed as his staff struck her on the shoulder.


Using his method she feinted at him then swung straight on and hard, him trying to block it but ultimately having his stick twisted out from his hands and it clattering on the ground beside them. Both of them panted, but Emmanuelle still held her stick up, ready to strike again. As soon as she disarmed him she looked at Helotes with a questioning look, had she done better this time? He didn't have time to answer her though, the slave picking up his staff and swinging it wildly at the trainer, apparently having enough with this training business and trying to get away so he could escape. Just as Helotes looked over to see Raoth in action, the boy soundly whapped him across the face with his stick then dropped it, turning on his heel to run away.


Even though he was momentarily stunned, Helotes lept forward and pulled the slave down to the ground with force, Raoth whimpering silently from the force of the impact.

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OOC / +301


The disarmament of Emmanuelle seemed to turn her own, and it seemed she moved to a whole other mental level as she faced off with Raoth. Helotes watched with impressed intrigued as the girl, who was obviously still very green with the staff, managed to trip Raoth up, even despite his training. There were several blows exchanged, nothing that would leave anything more than bumps and bruises, but soon Raoth’s bow was sent clattering to the ground by Emmanuelle’s ferocity.

Helotes lifted his hands to clap congratulatory and was about to give them both a compliment when Raoth struck like a snake, retrieving his staff and swinging like a madman. Helotes did not have much time to react, but his lifted a forearm in time to relay the end of the stick to his face rather than his throat; it hit with a resounding snap, and the Hydra could feel flesh and muscles split, and a sharp, stinging pain just below and above his eye.

Once the momentary shock was gown, umber eyes turned to see the mute man fleeing, CHINGA MADRE! Helotes cursed, and after several long strides caught the boy by the scruff of the neck and threw him to the ground, Usted muchacho estúpido, estúpido! He said, staring down with loathing upon the boy. Already he could feel the hot liquid pouring from his face, but he could not see how bad his injuries were until he had taken care of the boy.

Quickly, the large Lykoi pulled the youth over to his shackles, and attached them tightly and to one of the posts of the mansions posts. Raoth struggled, but ultimately failed, and hissed wordlessly at Helotes before quieting. Helotes was snarling, but suddenly remembered his feminine pupil and turned to Emma. His face hurt like hell.

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ooc; pped him a bit, lemme know if you want it changed. :3

Fluent Spanish exited the Hydra's mouth as he was hit, barely a moment passing before he had Raoth down on the ground and dragged back to the post to be shackled. The woman didn't even have time to react before it was over, but throughout the ordeal her hand had been raised to cover her gaping mouth, eyes wide. She definitely hadn't been expecting that. As soon as he turned back to her she gasped, blood flowing freely from around his eye and down his face. Quickly she walked towards him, leaning close to examine his face before stepping back and snorting in disgust. " Please sit down, I can help you. Try not to touch your face, I will be right back. " To accent her words, she rose up and gently grasped his shoulders, pulling down slightly to get him in the motion of seating himself.


The woman turned on her heel and jogged towards the mansion, glaring at the slave as she passed him. Within minutes she reached the building and ran up the steps, slamming the door out of her way as she continued on in and scaled the steps to her room. The woman opened her door and glanced around frantically, looking for her medical supplies. Spotting them, she ignored the cries of her lynx kits as she quickly grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulder, grabbing the mason jar of disinfected water and her utility belt full of vials and other such things to hold her herbs. The whole process took about a minute, and she was already bounding out of her room, closing her door before running down the hallway. The floorboards creaked underfoot as she skipped down the stairs, slamming the door back in similar fashion as when she came in.


Her feet crossed the grass to the seated Hydra and she kneeled down in front of him, calculating gaze assessing the damage. " From what I can see he got you just underneath the eye, any higher and you might have been rendered blind. From what I can tell it doesn't need stitches, though once I clean it up it might be a different story. " Leaning back, she looked at him with an exasperated expression on her face. " Stitches are not a fun time, so let's hope we can avoid that. " Her tone apologetic as she placed her bag on the ground and twisted the top off of the mason jaw, carefully setting on the ground. This was was from the rain barrels, though she had mixed witch hazel and other plants in it to disinfect it then strained the leftover plant matter out before placing it in the jar.


Looking away from him she began digging in her bag, grasping some blood-stained fabric that she had washed and disinfected before use and dipped that in the mason jar, pressing the soaking fabric to his injury, lips set in a grim expression as she worked. In all reality he would be fine and probably not need stitches, but she wanted to make sure of this before she sent him away. The blood was removed from his fur and onto the cloth, the woman making sure she used the different, clean parts of the cloth before dipping it back into the disinfected solution. " Well, the blood is gone and your wound disinfected. The blood has also clotted, so it won't bleed anymore. However I recommend letting me dress it and cover it so no dirt and other stuff get into it and infect it. On the same note though, before you go to sleep you are going to need to take the dressing off lest it fester while you are unable to take care of it. "


Her bi-colored eyes settled onto his fiery ones and she smiled, pleased that she was able to put her skills to use. " What I can do after I dress it is give you this solution and some cloth, all you have to do to take care of it really is make sure you clean it mostly with water first then put this disinfect solution on it. I also have some aloe vera stem, you just have to use the gunk from within the plant and wipe a little on your wound and it speeds healing. " Her eyes crinkled as she grinned at him, hoping to lighten the situation as she waited for his answer.


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Every curse word in the book was flowing through Helotes mind as soon as he was done securing the slave. His eye hurt like hell, and though he squinted with his other he could see as crimson drops of blood hit the ground and collected in the dirt. Had the stupid boy blinding him? The Hydra was about to turn and head towards Enkiel’s cottage when the pretty girl stopped him. His useful eye widened as she snorted at his visage and then touched his shoulder. He tensed, but immediately relaxed, her actions were helpful, if anything, she then told him that she could help and to wait here.

Helotes watched, still somewhat reeling, as the blonde girl entered the mansion. Once she had gone, he turned back to Raoth, a snarl set upon his face, You are stupid. He said with such dignity, despite his current state, that it was more of statement of fact then of opinion. Raoth seemed to shrink into himself, and looked away from Helotes. With a sigh, the Dark Lykoi sat down upon the steps of the porch just as Emmanuelle reappeared.

She carried with her medical things, at least that was what Helotes guess, and she sat and immediately began to work. He watched somewhat curiously as she dipping some cloth in a strange smelling solution and then dabbed it on his eye. It stung, bug Helotes kept his mouth shut; he knew it would help. The girl started spouting off in quick succession what she was doing, what he should do later in the day, and that it was not too bad an injury. His one umber eye watched her softly. She was such a pretty thing, and had his heart not been tied to Zana, he most certainly have put a move on her then and there. But instead, when she had finished, he managed to grasp her hand, Thank you, lovely. He said with his trademark, sly grin, though it was a little lopsided due to the pain of his eye, Please, let me make this up to you somehow. Just let me know what… and, should I come back to you for more medical help? Well, what could say, he was flirt, despite Zana.

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Her grin grew wider as she picked up the flirtiness of his words, he was shameless! Injured, bleeding, smelled of Zana and was still flirting. She backed away a little and laughed heartily, eyes twinkling with merriment. " Well Hydra - " She began, punctuating his title with a saucy wink before continuing. " If you need any more help you can certainly come back to me. I think a big powerful warrior male such as yourself should be able to wash a simple wound though, shouldn't you? " Came her teasing words, the woman moving her hands up and settling them on her hips, her blonde hair stirring with the light breeze that moved across the lands, blasting the gentle scents of honeysuckle and lavender over the pair. The woman laughed again and shook her head before taking a knee before Helotes again, ripping the fabric into strips before placing it over his wound, effectively dressing it.


She stepped away and began gathering her things, placing each item neatly into her backpack before strapping it shut. The woman ripped the remaining fabric into strips and gathered them into a ball before pressing the cloth and the mason jaw into Helotes calloused hands. Smiling brilliantly at him, she stepped back again and hoisted her back pack over her shoulder. " Now if it gets infected, do come back to me. I can fix you right up. However, when it is healed we better have another training session, preferably without him. " She stated somewhat playfully, though ended it with a small frown and a clawed finger pointing at Raoth. Even though he had injured her clan member, she sort of understood that he was trying to get away, though simply running would have been better. Sighing, she shook her head and started walking away, shooting Helotes a helpless smile before opening up the mansion and walking up the stairs.


It took a few moments, but the woman opened the door to her whining cats and sighed, shooing both of them off of the bed before collapsing into the comfy furs and curling up, she didn't realize how much the short training session had taken out of her body.


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