Aches and Pains

Neela Garcia · 05-06-2012, 06:27 PM

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10th May

A dull ache radiated throughout Neela's body as she slowly worked her way through the motions of her fighting style, fighting an invisible enemy with slow, over exaggerated movements. Neela looked an absolute mess; bandages wrapped tightly around her torso and left limbs, the ones adorning her left leg already speckled with dots of red.

After being attacked a few nights back followed by her encounter with her mother aggravating the wounds the day before Neela should have been resting in bed but instead she was out here in a small section of dirt between her house and the small river that ran through the fort.

It wasn't concern over her safety that drove Neela to try and hone her fighting skills but guilt. In Neela's mind she was directly responsible for Grynn's death; if she had been a little more fluent in her fighting, a little more aggressive- if she had been able to scare Leon off by herself then Grynn wouldn’t have needed to try and help her. Grynn would still be alive.

A whine began to push at the back of Neela's throat at the thought and she swallowed it down bitterly, focusing on her movements to counteract the sudden melancholy. The boarding knives she had retrieved from the Meria were different to her usual weapons, more akin to a very short curved sword than an actual knife, and adapting her usual movements to them was proving somewhat difficult.

It didn’t help that her entire body felt stiff and fragile, her almost broken ribs even moreso. It was only grief and determination that kept the collie moving, steadily going through her movements again and again, oblivious to the world around her.

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-07-2012, 12:09 AM

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WC:: +3 - Dixie isn't pleased...she is so effin' cute when angry! xD

Dixie was making a trip out to the stream to fill up a few of her and Wayne’s canteens, wanting them to be full just in case anything happened. As she walked out of the Court House and down a slightly worn path, the sound of labored breathing and soft whines fell to her ears. Frowning deeply, the small woman peeked around the corner of one of the smallish houses, her light green eyes growing wide when she took in the physical state of the collie named Neela. A soft growl lifted from her throat and she shook her head before taking a step forward slowly, not wanting to startle the other female.

Neela? Hon, can I come a bit closer? Without really waiting for an answer, she was walking close and stopped about a foot away, close enough to reach out and touch. Instead of doing that, she just stood there and ran her eyes over the other’s body slowly, taking in the bandage covered wounds. Anger spasmed through her tiny body, causing her hands to shake and the empty canteens to fall to the ground. Who tha hell did this to ya? I’ll skin ‘em alive an’ hand ‘em out fer the buzzards!

Clearly infuriated by the wounds littering her sweet pack mate’s body, she almost had to turn away, the urge to hit something was very strong. After a few moments she growled again and flashed her eyes up to Neela’s, glaring harshly. An’ why the hell are you out here goin’ through a damn fight routine!? It took everything the little one had to not reach out and grab Neela’s arm to drag her back into the small house. She figured doing that would cause more problems than fix anything, and instead just stood there impatiently waiting for an explanation.

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Neela Garcia · 05-12-2012, 04:25 PM

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Neela's nose was as ineffective as it usually was and the tired Collie didn't notice Dixie's approach until a soft growl met her ears from behind. Not yet falimiar enough with the fluffy pack member to recognise her growl Neela started at the umfamiliar sound, bringing one knife up into a guard position, the other staying down low where it could easily be used to gut a foe, and span around to face the noise, teeth bared and growl failing to cover up a pained grunt at the quick movement.

When Neela saw and recognised Dixie she lowered her hackles, and knives, ears dipping briefly in apology to the other female. "Yeah." she responded passively to Dixie's request to come closer, quietly ignoring the fact that she had begun to do so regardless.

Neela couldn’t help but react aggressively when Dixie, even not knowing who he was, threatened Leon. The same instinct that had managed to shift all blame for the attack from Leon onto herself was determined to defend him, against her pack mates if need be. The sudden rush of aggression caused Neela to growl, ears raising and gums receding for a split second as her hands tightened around the handles of her knives. It was only a split second before Neela realised what she was doing and relaxed herself, eyes softening as she dipper her head apologetically towards the younger female, "Sorry. I, well, it's family business." Neela didn’t want to give up Leon's name or identity for fear of him getting attacked but her resolve was weak and it showed, in her voice and body language, her ears were pasted against her skull and her entire body language gave the impression of shrinking in on herself, with some pressing she would probably fold.

Neela flinched when Dixie shifted her glare towards Neela's eyes, her voice sounding almost accusatory to Neela. "Grynn." she said quietly in response, sadness coating her words, "My Falcon, she.. died, was killed. Tried to help me. If i'd been a better fighter… no-" The core of Neela's guilt came not from the fact that she was an unskilled fighter, but from the fact that she was fairly skilled in her own right, but had neglected these skills and so found herself helpless, "If I'd practised and remembered what I've been taught, she would be alive." Neela whined once more, her gaze dropping to the ground, "Sorry."

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Dixie-May Jackson · 05-14-2012, 11:02 AM

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WC:: -- ugh, crap post

Neela’s growling had Dixie’s hackles raising again, a soft growl of her own sounding. She knew the multi colored female wasn’t challenging her position or anything like that, and was simply trying to defend herself…but it still was a bit unnerving. The small white woman was not accustomed to dealing with these types of things at all. Despite the slight hostility between the two women, Dixie refused to back down and instead kept getting closer, listening to more of Neela’s explanation over what had happened to make her look so horrible. Hearing that the hawk had been killed drew out an almost infuriated snarl from the girl’s throat. She absolutely hated when anyone’s companions were harmed or killed, and thinking of her own companions dying made her feel scared.

Please, Neela. Let me help you. I can practice some moves and help with them there bandages…which don’t look all that clean or well fitted. Her hands reached out slowly to rest on the larger female’s shoulders, taking care to avoid touching any wounds. She truly wanted to take care of this woman, not just because she was a pack mate, but because Dixie felt sad for her. I’ve not ever fought with knives before…well, that’s a lie. I tried attackin’ a lion once when it jumped on my horse. Slashed him up a good deal before I fell on my ass. She chuckled softly and slipped her hunting knife from the thigh holster strapped around her leg tightly.

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Neela Garcia · 05-30-2012, 06:25 PM

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Dixie's growling had Neela slightly nervous but that was mostly nerves talking; Dixie had just threatened Leon, in a roundabout way and unintentionally yes but she had still done it and Neela's instincts were crying out to drive off the arrogant pup that dared to threaten her family.

Neela blinked, momentarily shocked by the violent turn her thoughts had took. Dixie was just being protective over a fellow pack member, no fault lay with her and it would do Neela no good to start a causeless argument with a pack member. Neela opened her mouth to confirm this, "S-sorry ah growled. Bit high strung at the moment." One hand was raised up to scratch the back of Neela's neck accompanied by a strained grin as Neela tried to laugh it off but both were obviously fake and dropped after a moment.

Neela flinched when Dixie rested her hands on her shoulders but didn’t resist "Sounds good, on both counts. Bit hard to bandage myself and Tony, well.. Tony tried but… yeah." There was a small chuckle at the end there, the first sign of happiness Neela had made thus far. Neela readied her knives when Dixie pulled her own, the long blades feeling both familiar and alien in her hands.

"Knives're useful," Neela said in response to Dixie's admission she hadn’t really used the weapons before, circling the younger female as she spoke, "Good if yer quick, easy ta draw quickly and scare somebody off." The sorrow that had haunted her earlier was still there but buried slightly now; focusing on something practical like this helped a lot for Neela when it came to dealing with emotions. Neela made a few explatory jabs with her right knife before lunging forwards awkwardly, substituting the telegraphed knife blow for a kick the best she could with her injured body.

Word Count :: +308

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