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Oct 23, 2005 10:07:02 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 23, 2005 10:07:02 GMT
The lycanness would never have seen such a thing coming. Never in her wildest dreams, nor her imaginary realities. If anything, Sealla could have seen her dying by her families' hand. Though her wounds had healed, and she had lost only three pints of blood, her broken bones were unable to be healed properly. Because there was silver in her system. Thriving through her blood was that noxious poison that would one day kill every single Lycan that walked the earth.
Laying so comfortably on her back over a fallen log, one arm was resting over her unrising chest, the other fallen to the side of the log, both arms uncovered by her blood-stained white cloak. Her hair was indeed matted by her own blood, but it was mixed in with Demonic blood, the kind that swept from the wound on the stub of his wing. Quickly that deadly liquid made its way throughout her body, weaving through every single blood vessel that was cloaked under her skin.
Oh, so soon it would be too late. In a matter of minutes, this Sealla would be dead too.
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Fenris Fenrir
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Oct 23, 2005 10:39:10 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 23, 2005 10:39:10 GMT
He had spent too long in the Hospital Wing; recieved too many wounds and now what was the price that he had to pay? It was either his life, Sealla's or both and if that were to happen; no, it wouldn't happen as long Fenris drew breath. Staggering into the wooded realm on all fours, the lycan tried to reach where Sealla's scent came rushing in from. She was fading; fading ever so quickly and there was little that he or Richard could do about it. But Richard knew more than Fenris did in this field and he would have to let Richard out for a brief moment. Yet would Rutherford come out after what happened in the Hospital Wing?
That didn't matter at the moment but it would matter once Fenris got to Sealla. For all the strength that the abomination posessed; he had nothing that could save her. His knowledge did not extend into that realm and it pained him to have to rely on Rutherford any more than he needed to. But he would need Rutherford's medical expertise now and the hour drew closer in which he would need Rutherford's help. For there she lay; the Lady of the Wood.
How pitiful it was to look upon her in such a retched stated that she was in currently; her beautiful features drowned in blood. So beautiful; such a beauty as she never had to endure such suffering as this and to make it worse it was one his account that she had gotten into this state. She lay there on the forest floor dying; not because of anything that she did but because she stood up for Fenris and now she paid the price. Such a price to pay for one that owed him nothing.
Morphing from wolf to human in a matter of seconds, Fenris crouched down by Sealla and was careful not to let his own wounds from those bullets drench her in even more blood. Gently did Fenris picked up Sealla and held her close to him as tears of grief poured from eyes that never cried. Such a wonderful person that came into his life and if Rutherford didn't help; he would lose her forever. Still hold her limp form to him, Fenris sent a distressed thought into the back of his mind.
Well Rutherford; you said that you wanted out more often and you said that you as well wanted to help the lady? Then come and save her; these wonders are things that I cannot accomplish and I need you for that Richard; just as you need me. So Rutherford; don't be arrogant with me. Help me save her.
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Oct 23, 2005 11:21:01 GMT
Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 11:21:01 GMT
Her bated breath cut deep in her throat, for again she was running until her breath ran dry, almost hyperventilating, and for what? Who bloody cared. The air was polluted tonight, not by the smell of dead animals, but by the blunt taste of raw emotions, and the poisoned blood of a lycan. Rogue's breath stopped completely now as she ran faster, imprinting the trail of the scent.
It was stronger now, and she slowed, the world spinning around her and her focus blurring. Gasping, she dry reached for air; she had been running straight on sore paws for hours now, though now, she actually had reason. Her mauve eyes scanned the sight before her, and she fell silent, her ears folding back against her head in a subjective manner. Her muzzle closed and she fell silent; watching.
Her snowy pelt looked grey in the shade of dusk, the bleeding sun spewing patterns of autumn across the hardly seen sky. It made Rogue feel dizzy; she just wanted darkness to set in. Trotting forward and lifting her ears, she studied the male, holding a female she recognised. Sealla. Rogue snorted, having to take a moment to register this again. Then she snorted for a second time, realizing it was this Sealla, not that Sealla. Honestly, she could have killed herself for how many times she had this confused.
Knowing her arrival was without a doubt known, the she-wolf rose in height, melting upwards into the figure of a slender woman with ragged white hair, strung like wire down to her waist. Her piercing eyes narrowed on the man; she didn't recognise him at all, but he, as well as Sealla, was wounded badly; both with silver.
Rogue walked forward, quickening her pace, her hands instinctively curling into fists. She stopped immediately before the two of them and ran lithe fingers through Sealla's bloody hair, instantly casting a rough and demanding voice on the male. "Pull yourself together. You're both in a terrible state and we need help, fast." She narrowed her gaze, something in the dappled silver of her eyes telling him she wasn't here to start trouble and she wasn't about to let him either.
"Your eyes tell me you can help." She hissed softly. "Now do it." And with that she hooked her arms under Sealla and took her from the man, kneeling and placing her upright on the ground with her head back against Rogue's chest. The rogue lycaness' grey and tattered dress was immediately clothed in blood, but she didn't notice this, instead she began searching for the other woman's mind.
Don't fade darling, we're bringing you back. Hold on.
And although her attention seemed fixed on Sealla, Rogue was silently pondering the man's bullet wounds and what to do about them.
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Oct 23, 2005 11:54:50 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 23, 2005 11:54:50 GMT
'And why should I help you, Fenris Fenrir? Did I not warn you to control yourself in the Hospital Wing? Did I not tell you tell you to let me handle the situation; that I could have gotten to her earlier but you had to lose it back there didn't you? You had to attack the Nurse when she was offering to help us. Perhaps I shouldn't help you Mr. Fenrir; perhaps I should let this lady of yours die and I would not be the one at fault. It would be you; you were too weak to save her; you failed to save her. Or perhaps...you never wanted to save her in the first place.'
As newly-arrived lycaness took Sealla from his arms, Rutherford's thoughts pounded like a hammer on an anvil as Fenrir stood up against the mental onslaught as best he could. Richard's words sunk deeper into Fenris than into any other man or beast for that matter. He was too weak; he knew this and that was a weapon that Richard could use against him. From such weakness; he wouldn't be able to save her, but Richard went to far in saying that Fenris didn't want to save her.
'Fool!', roared Fenris Fenrir into his own mind, 'Don't you dare tell me that I never cared for Sealla! Don't you dare tell me any such thing; you just want to get out of there and keep me trapped inside like I do to you. I care for her, Richard, I love her. You too once loved Dr. Rutherford; but the person that you loved is long gone and belonged to another. Don't let the past hinder us now; let us think to the present. So once again; I beg of you Richard; tell me how to save her.'
'You really want to save this woman Fenris? Fine; I'll tell you how to do it but I will not use our body this time. Does that comfort you to any extent? Whether it does or not; we have work to get done. Now one can tell that the silver has spread throughout her entire body and as with all lycans; she is dying. If I had the proper tools; I could save her another way, but the Hospital Wing didn't have what I need so you are going to have to perform the riskiest of all operations. We are going to have to bleed out as much of her blood as possible and at the right time we need to let her have our blood. The antidote that Kage gave you; if it is working; the effects of silver should have left your system; so your blood is pure enough for the transfusion. You are going to have to cut yourself, and reopen Sealla's leg wound. Once she is finished bleeding out as much blood as we dare to risk; you place where you cut yourself on the leg wound and bind the two together to ensure that the most blood is transfered to her. Do you understand Fenris Fenrir?'
'I understand but will this work? What if her body rejects my blood?'
'That is a risk that we are going to have to take. The silver poisoning might have already damaged her beyond repair; her body might not accept your blood as you already have said; a whole number of things could happen in this procedure, but if you want to save her; then you must try.'
With a nod, Fenris slowly turned to face the other lycaness that now cradled Sealla in her arms. As if she knew her or as a mother cradles her dying child; consumed with grief that never was meant to be. Fenris' limbs began to tremble from lose of blood, but he still had to perform the operation; for Sealla's sake. "Lycaness", said Fenris Fenrir as he gazed lycaness that cradled Sealla, "If I asked you to do something that would help save this lady, Sealla; would you do it?"
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Oct 23, 2005 12:08:18 GMT
Post by Rogue on Oct 23, 2005 12:08:18 GMT
Whether it was seconds, minutes, or minutes by five that passed, Rogue didn't know. Though somehow, her heart managed to beat faster, concern riding through her insides like the silver in Sealla's blood. It almost appeared, as Rogue opened her lilac eyes and fixated them on the male, that he was delaying...Yet he seemed to care so much for this here Sealla. No, he was fighting with himself. Over what? Rogue couldn't bring herself to care, or find important.
She growled.
He nodded. Impatient, Rogue narrowed her eyes to a glare at him, and concluded he must finally be on the right level with her; understanding her. He faced her, trembling, and her expression softened, studying his movements and struggle with himself closely.
"Lycaness"
Rogue's chin raised; she was listening.
"If I asked you to do something that would help save this lady, Sealla; would you do it?
She could have barked at him. Frowning, she reached up and curled her fingers around his wrist, then tugged him to the ground and spoke heatedly. "Of course I will. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't willing to help. Now hurry up, do what you have to do." She stopped frowning, and glanced back to Sealla, brushing the woman's hair from her forehead gently.
As if the rogue lycaness knew what she must do, she turned back to the man and held out her wrist, vein side up. Her calculating glare had dissolved to a delicate gaze, her amethyst eyes full of determination and relaxed confidence. She almost seemed to have no doubt this would work. But both of the conscious lycans knew they needed to hurry, and every task needed to be executed perfectly.
No mistakes. Else death.
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Oct 23, 2005 12:34:26 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Oct 23, 2005 12:34:26 GMT
From where he lay, Fenris looked up at the lycaness that pulled him down and said, "Then here is what you must do. You are going to have to reopen Sealla's wound; the one where she gained the silver poisoning. From there you are going to have use your judgement, which I do not doubt at a time like this, and when you think that she has lost enough blood; cut open my wrist near the artery. Don't worry about me retaliating; I am too weak for an such thing. Once you have cut me; place that exact spot where Sealla's wound is and hold it there. It is the crudest type of blood transfusion but it should work. The moment that I go into shock; staunch both wounds."
"And then we all wait. Either Sealla will live and all will be well; Sealla will live and I will die; Sealla dies and I live; or we both die. The chances for any of these futures are very real. And remember; for whatever happens in any event; it is not your fault as to what happens in the outcome; that fault belongs to Fenris Fenrir; whether it is a good outcome or fatal demise."
Gently letting his weary eyes close; eyes that once burned brightly with a passion for the Hunt, those eyes dimmed and finally shut. In an almost inaudiable voice, Fenris said," You may began whenever you are ready lycaness."
ooc:Sorry for the lack of length><
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Oct 25, 2005 10:07:31 GMT
Post by Sealla (not so retiredness) on Oct 25, 2005 10:07:31 GMT
(Ooc: please excuse the length of time I'm taking with my reply. I need to figure out something...) EDIT: Not once did she really feel their touch on her skin, nor hear their voices. She was in a totally different void all together, though still not conscious at all. However; 'Don't fade darling, we're bringing you back. Hold on.' This, she did hear. Deep in her own mind, she whispered very faintly I'll hold on, but I feel so terribly weak. Not a hint of her voice was held within the eerie whisper. (Ooc: Sorry, I'm really bad at this right now.)
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Oct 29, 2005 7:50:24 GMT
Post by Rogue on Oct 29, 2005 7:50:24 GMT
Ooc: No you're not, you're perfect. Ic: Rogue listened to the man's instructions carefully, she had seen Kage, one of the tunnel lycans do this a few times before. Scanning the body of the lycaness in her arms, Rogue found the neatly sealed wound at her thigh. It was only just covered by knitted skin, but the underneath still pulsed with fresh, tainted blood, that much Rogue could feel just by the touch. Tilting her index finger to one side, she stared with deep concentration on the newly-coated wound, and let the frightfully sharp edge of her nail skim thickly across Sealla's thigh, slicing it open easily. Dragging it across until blood was flowing out quickly, Rogue flicked her hand, sending a spatter of the poisoned blood to the forest floor. She kept her other hand on the neck of the lycaness, testing her pulse, while her analytical eyes kept a steady, focused gaze on the crimson pouring at a sickening rate from Sealla's re-opened wound. Rogue' heartbeat sped just that little bit faster with adrenaline, but she took a few calm breaths, easing herself into a relaxed mode with simple thoughts. As though by chance, Rogue's hand twitched at Sealla's neck, the echo of the woman's weak voice entering her mind. And just at that moment, the pale-haired lycaness moved quickly, letting Sealla's body lean into her lap, she used both hands to capture the man's wrist. One hand turned his over and her other hand brought another sharp nail down, less than a centimeter from the artery in his wrist, lacerating it deeply. Shifting only slightly so Sealla's body was closer to the man, she turned his hand back over and pressed his slit wrist on the open thigh of the woman. Rogue's brow furrowed as she watched blood leak out either side of this join, wondering to herself whether she was in fact slowly killing the two, and doing any good at all. But soon, the blood stopped flowing either side of the wounds, and she knew they must be united at last, bleeding freely into one another, more so on the male's behalf. Now Rogue's amethyst gaze was set solid on the man, her hand against his neck and her arm by his forehead, one to check temperature, one to check pulse. After a few minutes, his complexion paled, and his temperature dropped, then his body began to tremor with the most slight vibrations; shock. (Sorry for the slight God-RP Fenris). Immediately she removed her hand from his neck and tore strips from the clean areas of her dress. It would have to do. Lifting his wrist, she wrapped it securely with a thick strip of her dress, several layers, until the wound was as neatly dressed as it was going to be. Then she rested him with his back and head back against the log Sealla had been laying over, and turned to the unconscious lycaness. Raising her leg ever so slightly, Rogue tied a lengthier piece of fabric around the woman's wound, tight enough to stop the blood from escaping, and loose enough to allow circulation. Once it was secured, she sat Sealla up as best as she could as well, resting the woman's leg across the man's legs so it was elevated slightly. Come on love, open those blue eyes.Rogue whispered into the mind of the other lycaness, while backing away from the two slowly. Finally, she found it fit to answer the man's earlier comments, although it almost felt like forever since he had last uttered a word. "Neither of you will die." She said firmly, hoping it penetrated both of their thoughts, as distant as they may have been. "...And remember; for whatever happens in any event; it is not your fault as to what happens in the outcome; that fault belongs to Fenris Fenrir..." But it would be her fault if they died, for she was the one who had sliced and diced them between one another. She was the one who took their immortal lives into her own hands, literally, but of course, she wouldn't have done so, had she known they didn't stand a chance. Rounding her attention on what she remembered of his last words, Rogue's calculating gaze set on the man, enticing him to open his eyes. Who is this, 'Fenris Fenrir'? She asked with an icy tone, concluding that he must have been the one to cause all of this. Ooc: Heh, sorry for the 'expanse' of length. >.<
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