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Palaydrian Soul · 05-29-2012, 04:00 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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WC:: 6+This is an AW thread, but let Jiva respond first. Logistics of her injuries are still being negotiated and will be edited/posted in this OOC spot. Just be vague for the time being as I update!
Injuries, Update June 5 :
Bite marks in her neck (new)
Rope burns on her wrists (new)
Blackened Right Eye,
Swollen face,
Bloodied Lips,
Bruised ribs, both sides,
Various knife cuts on her arms and legs,
Deeper cut (Aram’s marking) on her inner right thigh,
Bruised wrists/handprints on her wrists.

The bastard had let her go with a sadistic promise, planting the seeds of fear into the broken angel’s mind and adding yet another horrible event to her recurring nightmares. Her bloodied legs carried her over the earth in shaky steps as wracking sobs tore from her bruised and bloodied face. She blinked back beads of sweat mingled with her essence out of her eyes and blindly stumbled away from the scene with Aram’s laughter ringing in her shell shocked ears. Her body had been brutally abused, and the young fae collapsed in the stream she had so fatefully crossed earlier that day.

The icy chill of the water woke up her senses and caused the cuts on her arms and legs to scream out in agony. Never before had she felt so dirty in her entire life, but Drin was becoming a zombie in the current as she blankly stared ahead and scrubbed at her fur with her throbbing hands. Shaking from shock and the cold, the battered girl left the stream and continued to the grass copse where she had originally stowed her bag. The berries were still intact, it was as if nothing had happened...but she was ignoring the various bleeding locations on her body and the fact that she couldn’t see out of her swollen shut right eye. Everything is fine.

Another wracking cry escaped her lips, it was if she were two people. One was very aware of what had just happened and the other wanted to avoid facing reality even though her body was screaming out in protest. She needed to rest, but what if Aram changed his mind, found her, and finished the deed? Drin snarled and picked up her bag and immediately winced in pain. Her left goldeneye, touched by the sea under her pupil was now also etched in blood, but it stared down at her gloved hands gripping the leather strap of the bag. She placed the bad gently in the grass and ran a hand carefully over her left wrist. Her heart quickened its pace in outrage as her fingers gingerly traced the outline of a handprint. Her right had the same indentation, but was a little more tender as she had previously hurt that wrist.

Her fingers continued to explore her body, outlining the cuts on her arms, feeling the swollen fur rising around her rib cage, cautiously dancing over what used to be her pretty face, and finally but with the most hesitation, reaching down between her legs. With a stifled gasp, her right hand felt the angry raised skin of the cuts, his mark, had made on her inner thigh. And the angel lost it, sinking to the ground first to her knees and then curling up on her side, she shook with painful misery and didn’t rise for awhile.

The scent of New Dawn lifted the tawny gold fae’s spirits, but it also broke her heart. She had finally made it back to her home, but she was a bleeding testament of the evil lurking outside her pack’s protective borders. Her body was a menagerie of abuse. Her right eye was completely swollen shut now, her lips were bloodied as well as her face. The various cuts on her body had bled and dried down her arms and legs on her journey back, and her ribs and wrists were now visibly swollen against her golden fur.

Palaydrian carefully placed her satchel on the ground as she tried calling out for help, but only a strangled gasp escaped her lips. She’d apparently gone hoarse during the entire event with Aram when she had called out for anyone to save her, to stop the madman from carving his name in her thigh. Drin was crying softly now, her energy expended, but she figured she’d try one last thing. Her swollen head titled back to the sky and the optime let loose a broken howl. Drin’s head was swimming, the loss of blood and suffering of multiple wounds was too much, the girl fainted.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 05-29-2012, 04:20 PM

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Word Count :: 503 OOC: Jiva's in optime... and permission granted for pping her to the den. <3

Jiva was looking for something to get Palaydrian, he had not given anything to her since the night at the old town and now there were flowers all over from the spring rains. He remembered how his cousin loved flowers and his father gave his mother flowers. Perhaps Palaydrian would like them too. He was humming an old lullaby his mother sang him when he was a pup and he moved through the grasses picking out only the best for the woman. He could tell what some of these plants were not too. The flowers were familiar to him and he could somewhwat name them, and this made the young man happy. It meant he was learning and it would be soon that he would be able to use his new skills. He was about to get the experience... in a left handed way.

He heard the howl but he wasn’t sure he believed it. It was full of pain, maybe it was because he was thinking about the healing stuff. He wasted no time though and ran. He ran as fast as his two legs could. He wouldn’t take the time to shift it would just take him longer. He stopped abruptly at the sight of the bloodied woman.

“Palaydrian! Oh no oh no what happened?”

Of course she couldn’t answer she had fainted. He rushed to her side, the flowers forgotten where he had stopped. He checked her and called her name as he looked at each and every wound that had been placed upon her. Fear and anger mixed together as he absently counted everything that he could find. Much of the blood was dried now, and he could tell the worst of it was on her inner thigh. It was caked with blood. Hopefully it wasn’t as bad as it looked. He could see her bruised wrist... and there was so much more. He cursed himself for not bringing the first aid care with him.

“Just hold on Drin, I’ll help you. Don’t you worry.”

The young man grunted as he picked the woman up, she was lighter than he had expected and he cradled her in his arms as he hurried through the forest towards the den. His heart beat faster and faster not sure if there was anything life threatening. He stopped for a second to fill his water bag up at the stream. He would wash her where he knew it would be clean and he had the bandages to stop any bleeding he may start. It seemed almost forever before the cave came into sight and the man settled her down.

“you are safe now, i’ll be right back, just stay here. Help is here”

He was not sure that she had heard anything he said, but he could not help but talk in case she was there and somewhat conscious. He hurried in the den to find the medical supplies.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard

Titania Moonsong · 05-30-2012, 11:45 AM

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The broken cry that rang weakly through New Dawn sent a chill down Titania’s spine, and she knew at once these last few halcyon days had come to an end. Something was about to shake up their world, and Titania needed to know what. It was hard to pinpoint where the weakened howl originated from, it’s notes were scratchy at best and got lost in the trees, not reverberating as a normal howl would. The Alphess started one way, and then changed her mind and doubled back before stopping again. For a moment she stood, unsure of what to do, and then she took a deep breath to try to calm the adrenaline that coursed within her. Think, Titania, the young Alphess urged herself. Her youth and inexperience had gotten her all turned around, she needed to collect herself to be the leader that she was. Closing her eyes, she stopped looking at things and saw. Sounds came from far off… shuffling, hurrying, heavy breathing… and she sensed a smell she hadn’t taken note of before. The scent was metallic, coppery, and she knew at once it was the smell of blood permeating through New Dawn. She was so close to the path Palaydrian had hobbled down earlier, and had she kept going the trail would have hit her in the face.

Her eyes flew open. She knew who had called and where they had gone. Turning again but following yet another path from before, she raced through the trees. She knew this wasn’t right, the air reeked of Luperci blood with that sweet scent of wounds that had gone uncleansed for a time, and she thanked the moon for the shape she had already taken that day. She couldn’t run as fast in her Optime body, not like Zalen could down on all fours, but she was still lithe and athletic. Still she did not know where Palaydrian had gone, only where she had been, so she followed the trail.

At one point she came upon a spot of grass and the scent of her pack was strong here. Kneeling down she inspected the soil and grass, finding small clots of blood that had seeped from the wounds. Inhaling deeply she discovered two names… “Palaydrian… Jiva…” She could not tell which one was hurt, but judging by the set of foot prints that led away from the scene she suspected it was only one of them. Leaping back to her feet, the Alphess followed the trail back to the den.

She didn’t slow down even as she drew near the cave. The moment she burst from the trees and could see the threshold she began shouting, “Jiva! Palaydrian! Jiva!” As she sprinted across the clearing and over the gathering mound she let out a howl of her own. It was a call to arms, the pack needed their defenses on the rise. Something bad had happened and Titania knew it wasn’t as simple as a hunting accident. There was no questioning, the Alphess wanted her pack here, now. A sentry needed to be ordered to guard the den, and if something had happened inside New Dawn a patrol needed to set out immediately. The young Alphess wasn’t fooling around anymore.

Her strides grew longer and slower as she neared the den, and she stopped just inside the mouth of the cave, her eyes adjusting to the light change as she looked around. The smell of blood was strong here, the wounded one was here. Her golden eyes fixed upon a form that stood… “Jiva!” she breathed, panting from the exertion. She was relieved that he was okay, but knowing he was alright also told her who it was who had been hurt. “Where is… Palaydrian?” Her eyes went to the woman on the ground. She was carefully laid out by Jiva’s hands, and several red-black splotches marred her usually vivid, downy coat.

“What happened to her?” she demanded of Jiva as she rushed over to her pack sister, dropping to her knees and taking her head into her lap, cradling her gently. Often the presence of the alpha could calm the pack’s spirits, as she hoped her closeness to Palaydrian would do now, because she would be useless when it came to the healing arts.

Image courtesy of mourner@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Palaydrian Soul · 06-04-2012, 04:50 PM

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WC:: 6+Anyone can still join the thread if you’d like, the more the merrier! Drin is pretty much not with it in this post due to blood loss.

Time fell away from battered fae as her blood splotched eye said goodbye to the clouds up above. Her mind drifted off and her brain didn’t even register her rough fall against the ground, she simply floated away into the oblivion and warmth of a dream. It’s been ages my darling, Syliat crooned as she embraced Palaydrian before she gently shoved her back to get a better look at the young girl. You’ve grown into a lovely lady, her dark russet fur gently caressed Drin’s cheek. The golden femme began to smile, but stopped to touch her own face. Surprise poured into her expression. You’re safe here, her Anubis-like grandmother replied, taking Drin’s hand and leading her further into the dream.

Am I dead? The girl asked, sadness threatening to break into her voice as she realized she could speak again. No child...just absent, Syl responded, as if everything was normal. This world certainly wasn’t. She felt as if she was floating through warm water as her grandmother led her past things she didn’t know the name of, she wasn’t even sure if she was on the same plane of reality anymore. Are...are you dead? Drin asked, afraid to look into Syliat’s acid green eyes. The demon wolf laughed, a sound that embraced the two and resonated through the air. You speak of Death as if it is to be feared little one, this didn’t answer her question, but the girl walked on hand in hand with her grandmother.

Drin couldn’t remember the last time she had seen her meemaw, but she knew the place she was in wasn’t right. Some surroundings looked familiar or reminder her of her home, but the rest was troubling. Nothing appeared to be dangerous, but the ambiguity kept sending nervous chills down the woman’s spine. Meemaw...where are you taking me? She cautiously asked, as her ocean eyes scanned the endless horizon. My love, you already know the answer to the question you seek, her words or perhaps a shift in Drin’s mind caused the landscape to change to the beachside by the lake in her old homelands. The water...to be reborn, she whispered as she stepped into the cold, still softly gripping Syliat’s hand.

You don’t belong here in the in between, but you already know that little one, Syliat effortlessly lifted Drin off the ground and cradled her in her arms as she continued to walk into the water. Will I ever see you again? She asked, as an uncomfortable fuzziness began to spread out into her body. Syliat’s acid orbs communicated her answer as the demon wolf lowered her grandchild into the water. It rushed into her ears and filled her nose and mouth. She kept her eyes open for as long as she could, staring back at the strange world Syliat was in until the dull throbbing in her right eye returned and her vision became clouded and heavy in the water. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as reality rushed back into her limbs and her brain began sending out a riot of pulses to her pain receptors.

Left heterochromia eye slowly fluttered open, and through the haze of pain and grogginess, Drin became aware that her head was being cradled on something soft, Titania’s lap, and Jiva was nearby. Her eye filled with moisture as she was finally safe, but breaking down in sobs hurt her ribs, she had learned this the hard way earlier. She didn’t have the energy to do so anyway, but she managed to put a small malformed smile on her swollen face, before she croaked out the word, water?.

Table Credit to Cait and Code Credit to Mel <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-04-2012, 06:06 PM

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Word Count :: 383 OOC: Still others welcome Big Grin

Jiva hurried to get the gauze and anything he could carry, whatever he knew about healing it was about to be put to the test. As he was hurrying back Titania came in with a worried expression, and to be so as Palaydrian lay bloodied on the floor of the den. When she asked where she was he nosed in her direction as his hands were full. He did acknowledge her dominance with a whine of apology for not showing her proper respect but it seemed it was not the time. Titania rushed to the woman’s side. He took the oppertunity to get set up and look at her, feeling her for any broken bonse. He could see much bruising and bleeding where she had been injured and he tried not to just run out and find the man that he could smell all over her, she was far more important than revenge and though there were two other healers, in which he would welcome to help him, he wanted to be right with her. Once he assessed her thoroughly enough he began cleaning the worst of her wounds, the marking that was made on her and he squinted in concentration, trying not to hurt her, but doing what he could to make sure she wouldn’t get any infections. He didn’t speak a word. He didn’t have to, he poured water a piece of guaze he used to clean the wound, wishing they had warm water, but dealing with what he had right away. He stopped for a second when she spoke, a soft voice and he was too far away to hear it. He looked at his cousin, his ears perked.

“What did she say?”

He said, finally speaking. He continued to work, clearing wounds only to find more and some opened on him as he washed away the clotted blood. What happened to the poor woman? Where was he, wasn’t he suppose to protect her? He had his father’s fiers loyalty and to see such a thing hurt the man beyond words. She was his pack sister, and a potential mate. She could even be the one, but here she was helpless and all he could do was clean the wounds she should never have gotten.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard

Fayne · 06-04-2012, 10:35 PM

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From the midst of a light slumber and pleasant daydream, the sleeping silver princess was awoken by a truly horrendous cry from within New Dawn. The faint cry hadn't registered at first, Fayne simply rolled over and continued to sleep. Moments later, she realized it was a cry for help. The small female jolted upward ears perking and wide eyes darting all around frantically. The desperate call for help hadn't been part of her pleasant dream and the second she realized it was indeed real panic struck her, hackles rising and lips curling back in an unruly snarl. One of her pack mates, one of her family, had been injured and that was something she didn't take lightly. Fayne darted off into the forest with lightning speed, though she had no clue where the sound originated from. It was much to faint to tell. Even so, she continued forward to try and track down who was in need of assistance. Her heart was pounding in her chest so loud it was all she could here. That, and the sound of her own paws thudding on the ground beneath her. The rhythm of her paws and her own heart kept her pace steady. Adrenaline poured through her veins fueling her to keep running and ignore the lingering weakness and pain in her left shoulder. The still healing scar was tearing with each stride, her own blood began to seep from the healing wound in a light trickle soaking the fur around it.

She kept running but she wasn't getting anywhere. There were no more cries, no scents to lead the way. She was lost within her own home. Fayne ran to the borders. Starting from the right she glided down it following her Alpha's markings. Maybe if she simply followed along here she found find who she was looking for. She was beginning to thinkt she would never find them. No matter how far or fast she ran she wasn't getting anywhere. Feelings of uselessness and desperation came over her. She need to help. Suddenly, Titania's howl rang strongly over the landscape. A beacon to New Dawn's members calling them. That was it. Fayne picked up speed and sprinted in the direction of Titania's cry. She had a fiery determination to get there and do whatever she could to help.

The closer she got, scents became detectable. She could smell her Alphess, Jiva, and one of the newest members Palaydrian along with the strong scent of blood. Another growl rumbled from the slender female's chest, ears pinned to her head. Within minutes, the mouth of the den was visible and Fayne's speed only grew faster. Ember paws picked up dust as she neared coming to a sliding halt at the mouth nearly tumbling over. She hurried inside only to be frozen with horror for what she saw. Palaydrian was laying limp on the ground, blood leaking from multiple open wounds. She looked dead. Titania was holding her head while Jiva's hands worked quickly to stop the bleeding and clean the wounds. Her breath was heavy, heart thudding so loud in her chest that she couldn't hear the bustle of what was happening. Wide eyes looked over the gory scene and all she could do was think of Amy. Their confrontation in the forest, the pain, the blood, the fright. She was frozen with panic and fear the way she had been that day.

It was when Jiva spoke that she snapped out of it. This wasn't her laying there, it was her family and they needed help. She fumbled her words as she spoke. "Wha...I...can...I....is..." She took a breath spoke quickly. "Is there anything I can do?" There must be something. Eyes wandered over Palaydrian's tattered optime body. A long whine full of the pain she felt for the female escape her throat. It hurt her to see one of her family injured worse that she had been even. What had happened? Who had done this? A growl replaced the whine, her hackles still raised. This was madness.

Titania Moonsong · 06-09-2012, 12:03 AM

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500+ Exciting thread is exciting!

Jiva was clearly worked up yet steady, calm as he could be in this moment of uncertainty. She watched from Palaydrian's side as he hurried about the den gathering his various supplies, yet more often still her golden gaze was upon the dark muzzled face in her lap. Palaydrian was awfully still and Titania wasn't sure if that was normal. She had never seen anybody in a state quite like this. Wholly unconscious and with her body in shock, the woman might as well have been dead had it not been for the shallow rise and fall of her chest. The alphess wanted to urge Jiva, to hurry him along with quick words, but when she looked at him she knew he was already doing everything he could – which by the look of his full hands was a lot – and she probably wouldn't be of any help if she started barking orders, especially when she didn't even know what she was talking about. Her mouth opened for just a second, then closed when she rethought the idea, and turned back to Palaydrian.

Then, finally after a long agonizing moment of watching Jiva scurry around to prepare his healing art, she heard a scratchy breath and saw the woman's eyes slowly open. Her ears perked up and she brightened for just a moment. Poor 'Drin must have been in pain, she was grimacing so horribly... No wait, is that a smile? Titania cocked her head and thought for sure the woman was smiling before she croaked out a raspy word. “Jiva, she's awake,” she tried to say calmly, but couldn't help some alarm from entering her voice. “She's asking for water.” She made a fast motion with her hand, waving him towards her. She could help Palaydrian drink if Jiva still needed to prepare his work. “I think she might be delirious.”

Just then she heard the sound of rushing paws and looked up to see Fayne's silver and black form dart into the den. Her eyes shot to Fayne's emerald green gaze. No, she still wasn't playing dominance games yet, but she needed to catch the attention whoever came in, not that anyone could walk into the den right now and fail to notice the situation. “First of all, remain calm,” she urged Fayne in a soft voice. She knew the woman had been through a lot herself and that this might not be the easiest situation for her to be in, her thoughts only confirmed by the way she stammered over her words. Luckily Fayne stopped herself and pulled it together, an act that made Titania feel proud and that showed in her gaze. “You can either change and come and be an extra pair of hands for Jiva, if you are comfortable, or stand guard there. Don't let anything looking for blood inside. I don't want to see a single spider cross that threshold.”

She watched Fayne, waiting a couple beats for the wolfess to make her decision and then turned her eyes back to Palaydrian and began to gently move her, trying to lift the woman up just slightly so either she or Jiva could help her drink without drowning her.

Image courtesy of mourner@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Palaydrian Soul · 06-11-2012, 10:24 AM

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WC:: 627 Haha, indeed it is. Table swap for Shawluff!

The golden girl’s head was swimming. Her attempted smile was becoming more and more painful by the second, or perhaps it was because her entire body and brain were being lifted out of the dream. Her nerve endings were screaming out in fury now and it was hard to keep the grimace at bay. A labored whine seeped from the fae’s bloodied face and she closed her good eye for a few seconds to concentrate on not passing out. It was imperative for Palaydrian to stay awake so Jiva would know how extensive the damage was and what he needed to do. With another pathetic whine her left eye opened again staring back at the harsh world that was her reality. If she had been found an hour ago, the girl would have not let them touch her. She had felt violated and poisoned after the attack, her only escape was the dulling chill of the river, but now her shock had worn off and she was too exhausted to fire up her defenses. Drin knew she was in the very capable and loving hands of her pack mates, not under the rapist grin of a coyote and his smiling knife.

Drin hadn’t noticed that there were voices belonging to the bodies floating about her like moths to a flame. She was vaguely aware that the audience of two had expanded, but her vision was blurred from the drops of blood that had fallen into her left eye and the right eye, well that one was useless and sealed shut. The battered woman felt as though her ears were full of cloth or water from being held under in her dream. All speech and conversation sounded like muffled vibrations in the air as she blankly stared ahead, fighting each spasm of pain that wracked her body by baring her fangs in a defeated snarl. She couldn’t help the few whimpers and whines that bubbled past her wall of teeth, but somehow they made breathing easier if she just let it out. Her chest felt bloated, but it was the swelling of her ribcage and each breath reminded her of its plight, like a log had fallen right on top of her.

Anxiety hung heavy in the air and it didn’t help the subord that it was still something she could sense. Are my injuries that bad? She wondered, heartbeat increasing a bit with the thought, but of course they were. She’d be foolish if she didn’t think so. When was the last time she had passed out from an injury? Never...she had never gotten this beaten up before and a part of her knew that if this had happened back in her old packlands, she would’ve been left for dead. What if it was too much for Jiva to undertake? The thought made her whine and puff out a small cloud of blood mist from her snout. Drin wanted to get up and let them know she was fine, everything would be alright...everyone could go back to normal. But her attempt at sitting up was an utter failure when her head swam and her middle burned in agony. With a low groan, her swimming head settled back on Titania’s lap and she closed her left eye again.

The calm hum emanating from the Alphess, her giving direction and speaking, relaxed Palaydrian and allowed her heart to return to rhythmic pace. Her muffled voice also allowed the subord something to anchor onto while she kept her eye closed. Sound was her rope to reality, though indiscernible, she needed it to stay awake and semi-coherent as whispers of other worlds and other realities threatened to steal her mind away.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-13-2012, 03:45 PM

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Jiva was worried, though the wounds besides the one that swelled on her leg, he couldn’t tell how big it was nor the symbols it represented because it was so swollen and red. He knew that was the one to look most for infection. His ears listened as his hands worked, fast and efficient to clear out blood dirt and possible infection. With one more dip of the water he handed it to Titania.

“I just have this and she should be taken care of enough that the danger is gone.... Oh Palaydrian, what happened to you?”

He paused after handing Titania the water flask, and looked into the woman’s eyes. Just a few days ago they had just been to an old human town having fun, and he knew that even though he had gotten drunk, that he loved her. Every bit of her, and to see her like this broke his heart. Not just because she looked like she was in pain, but because he wasn’t there to protect her like he should have been. He turned back to the fiery wound and put the cold wet washcloth over it, letting it soak in the blood. Then he dabbed to bring out any forming puss, and once he cleaned it he wrapped it. This one was heavily wrapped more than many of her cuts, he worried on the inside over the young woman even though on the outside he looked totally emotionless. He sat back and let out a sigh and looked over at his Alpha and cousin, though not directly in the eyes, more on her neck than anything.

“I think I got most everything. The real healers will have to check her. I just hope she is ok...”

He said his voice had little emotion in it and he looked down at the once beautiful woman who had matted, bloodied fur. It would be cleaned soon but the most important thing was getting answers. FIguring out what happened, and getting her back to herself, which from the look of thing would take a while. He knew something was wrong with her ribs but he had no experience with internal injuries, she wasn’t showing signs of major internal bleeding, but he didn’t know of most of the signs anyhow. He sat quietly looking at her with a worried look. His whole body now still.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

Image courtesy of Ed Gaillard

Fayne · 06-13-2012, 05:15 PM

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OOC: And the crowd goes wild for Fayne shifting! Haha, jk. But, this is exciting. Also, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to post before Jiva. Tongue

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The young silver fae was still panicking under all those plush layers of fur. Her eyes were still wide but at least she wasn't fearful anymore. She knew she had to help her pack mate in any way she could. Titania's prideful gaze drifted over to Fayne telling everyone in the den to remain calm. She simply nodded knowing she needed to, but her heart was beating so very loud, the adrenaline was rushing through every vein and it was hard to breath. Seeing the Siamese woman laying there broken and battered by who knew who was a difficult sight for her to see, but she would suck it up. Fayne listened carefully to what her Alphess had to say giving her two choices. Two choices that, to her, were very hard to choose from. Her eyes flitted to the opening of the den. Whoever had done this could be out there, waiting. What if it was Amy? There was no way she'd be able to do anything against Amy, or anyone else, that may be out there and would only cause further stress on her pack mates. She had to shift. Her emerald gaze shifted to her optime pack mates and Alphess...she had to change. Even though she was very limited to what she could do in that form, with help from Jiva she would be able to help. She gulped, taking a deep breath afraid of the change she was about to make.

With small whine she began her slow shift. Bones started to crackle and pop underneath the female's tender flesh as the Luperci blood pumped through her, fueling the change. The shift took longer than it would for most but was quickened by the adrenaline that aided her and the need to help. The small frame twisted into a hunched over optime female, tall and slender with long faded black locks falling over her shoulders and in her eyes. She looked rugged and in need of a haircut but there she stood, crouched. The emotions she knew would come filled her and she did her best to hold them back. All those horrible memories flooded into her mind, reminded of all those she'd never see again and the bloodshed that happened on that day. A few tears trickled down her cheeks but that was all. There would be no crying, not right now. She needed to help Palaydrian, JIva, and Titania in any way she could.

A slender am came to wipe away the tears from forest green eyes. She felt naked and open to the world, her tail tucked underneath her like a frightened pup. Fayne stood, sniffing and taking a couple steps forward coming to kneel at Jiva's side. She was determined, hands up and readied to make a move while eyes full of the fiery need to help gazed over at red hybrid. "What can I do?" Her eyes drifted to Palaydrian who seemed to be fighting back unconsciousness, a snarl on her lips while her eyes fluttered open and shut the best they could with the immense bruising and swelling. She was fighting even as she lay tattered on the floor, Titania caressing her head with nimble hands. Worry accompanied the determination in her eyes wishing she could do more than she knew she would be able too. Fayne wanted to reach out and touch the wolf to let her know she wasn't alone, but knew it would probably cause her more pain. A hand lifted to make the move but retracted at the thought of causing the poor woman more pain. Feiry eyes shifted back to Jiva awaiting his orders.

He worked as fast as he could, Jiva didn't need much help and she probably couldn't do much anyways, but she tried her best to be helpful. Her eyes shifted to the den opening frequently, anxiety filled her. She was afraid that whatever had attacked Palaydrian would be out there, but she wouldn't be able to do anything to stop it. Was she a coward for choosing to stay within the safety of the den? She sure hoped not. Once Jiva was finished she looked over at him glancing at the Siamese wolf first. A long arm came to rest on Jiva's shoulder, she saw the worry in his eyes, it was in all their eyes. "I'm sure she'll be okay Jiva. She's strong and you did the very best you could to help her. We just have to keep her safe now." Ears flicked back as she gazed at Palaydrian. She seemed to be stable, but none of them would know until she awoke. Fayne whined wishing she could have done more to help her pack sister.

Titania Moonsong · 06-22-2012, 10:11 PM

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600+ I'm soooo sorry! I overlooked this one for a bit. Kick me if it happens again.

Good, her words to Fayne sank in and after a moment of deliberation the gray woman made her choice. When Titania noticed her skin grow resless and her body begin to transform she knew that the Delta planned to stay within the den and help them. She turned her eyes away, not because shifting was anything to be ashamed of but because Palaydrian was moving again.

The tawny girl in her lap writhed and moaned. She was stuck in some excruciating state between reality and the dream world, and Titania only could hope that she was far enough gone to where she did not have to feel all this pain. Yet somehow she knew that Drin still experienced the brunt of it. Much to her surprise the weight on her lap lifted as Palaydrian tried to sit up. Titania's hands fluttered to her shoulders to keep her from rising, but her efforts weren't needed because the girl had no hope of lifting herself. They could see the dizziness in her face and in the way she fell back onto Titania's lap. She shh'ed her softly, trying to calm the turmoil within, and put one hand under her chin, petting her gently and trying to keep her still.

Jiva toiled over her. Every now and then she looked over to see him preparing the next poultice or scrubbing one of her weeping wounds. When she asked for water he gave her a flask, so Titania busied herself with Palaydrian. Maybe she could make her a little more comfortable, or at least distract her.

“Palaydrian,” she said softly, her eyes flicking up to see how far Fayne was in her change. “Here is some water. I'm going to pour it very slowly now.” Carefully she positioned Palaydrian's head so she would be safe and put the flask up to her lips. She let a little water pour out, most of it running down the side of the half-conscious woman's face. Another glance and she saw that Fayne was done with her shift.

“Can you get me a towel or something to mop this up with?” She asked. Jiva was too distracted to give the Delta many orders, so she tried to busy her. It really didn't matter whether the ground was wet or not. She tipped the flask back again to give Drin another drink when she thought she was ready.

Jiva stopped working, and she moved the flask aside and waited for Fayne to find that towel. “You're doing good, keeping calm. This isn't easy.” She didn't know about the time the two had shared or what was running through Jiva's head short of the worry for a pack mate, but she thought she detected a turmoil in his eyes that ran deeper than what was on the surface.

An ear twitched and swiveled within the wild red mane of hers as she noticed a sound from Fayne. The woman was distraught, unsuccessful at holding back tears and sobs, yet still brave in the face of her fear. It was hard seeing a pack mate like this, she knew. She did not know that there was more to this for Fayne than just that. She herself was having a hard time holding it together, and now that Jiva's work was done she really turned a calculating eye on Palaydrian. All those wounds... but what else had been done to her? And by whom? That was the biggest question. As soon as they knew Palaydrian was out of the danger zone the next question would be what monster braved such a vile attack on one of their family.

Image courtesy of mourner@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

Palaydrian Soul · 06-25-2012, 11:21 AM

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WC:: 523 OOC:: No worries at all! This will be my last post in it as she’ll be slipping into an exhausted coma.

Water on her parched lips was a gift from Luna above. If she had the energy, the golden woman woman would cry tears of joy, but most of the water trickled down the sides of her swollen lips and into her fur. No matter, enough of the life giving liquid flowed backward into her mouth. There was a raw burning sensation from Aram’s forearm basically clotheslining her throat, but the woman could still swallow, even though she was barely alive to the world. She wouldn’t be able to speak for a few days due to all the trauma he had inflicted on her vocal chords, but she could breathe and that was something to be thankful for. She was barely conscious of Jiva’s fluttering hands and all the activity about her, Drin simply focused on the warmth cushioning her head.

Ah Titania, a delirium was taking hold of her and causing the battered woman to smile up at the alphess though her eyes remained closed. The lull of sleep was so appealing now, everything was soft and bright if only everyone would stop talking and then she could get some rest. How she wanted to sleep for years on end. Everyone was so sweet and brilliant. If only she could open her eyes and tell them how much she loved them. She loved everything...Drin loved the world. A giggle tried to manifest itself within her chest of broken ribs, but that sputtered forth with a little water and blood and a surge of sobriety raged through the woman like fire.

A sharp gasp accompanied her left eye fluttering open once more, and though it was apparent in her shark like pupil that she wasn’t exactly coherent, Drin gave out a choked cry as her legs began to thrash about. Aram! Keep the coyote....away...from me! She was no longer in the safety of the den, but laying in the grass, belly up to her attacker who held her down as he carved his mark into her thigh. No...please no!! Her hysterical screams were raspy caws now, her voice more feral than anything else. She needed to get away but it seemed only her lower half wanted to work. An odd drugged recognition seemed to wash over her bloodied and tearstained face as her legs gave out their fight. The pain she was expecting from Aram’s blade did not come. The mottled coyote was an illusion.

Her heart was beating fast and ragged breaths were breathed in and out, but the girl fell back to being silent and complacent as her questioning eye fell on each family member. They were blurs of color, but she knew which blob belonged to whom. As oxygen flowed into her and the drumming of her heart slowed, a soft whine passed from her closed maw. It’s over...I’m safe...I’m...home... The soft and brightness from before was gone now, but the need for sleep was still strong. Her eye closed once more, and the woman finally gave into the black of a dreamless sleep.

Table credit goes to Raze! <3.

Jiva Takekuro · 06-25-2012, 08:58 PM

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Word Count :: 255 OOC: Think this is Jiva's last post too <3

He was done patching her up and now there was nothing to do but wait. He gave his alpha a worried look and when Palaydrian lashed out trying to keep her invisible attacker away he was hit on the side, though not damaged too much. It scared him more than it hurt him. Was she going to be ok? why hadn’t he been there with her? After all they’d been through.... and right now he was the one in charge of her wellbeing as he was the one patching her up. He sighed when she finally relaxed again, her lash out had dazed him then waterd his eyes from the swift hit to his side. Now things were calm and quiet. He looked at Titania with sad eyes.

“She should be fine. I hope she’s fine...”

Was all he could say. He settled himself adamant about being by the woman’s side. He would take Titania’s place when she felt that she did not need to be there, but he could tell like any other pack mate she was fond of drin and cared for her. It made him hurt more knowing that there would be scars on the woman that he couldn’t fix, he doubted even Duece could fix them either. He would do what he could to keep out any infection, which was his biggest concern. If she got infected she could possibly die if untreated. He would be here to treat her though and make sure she lived.

ONE LAST KISS, BEFORE I GO. DRY YOUR TEARS, IT IS TIME TO LET YOU GO

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