Because Of You
08-01-2013, 04:12 PM
Cut me loose
My parachute won't let me fall Don't be afraid of a chance for a miracle
At that one simple touch, something changed. Orica didn't know what she had been expecting - a sigh, maybe? A step back? That was at best! At worst she had feared that he would ignore her completely, brush past her and start in on the poor black male again. But Demyan didn't do any of those things. His eyes closed, his snarl vanished, and he dropped down to the snow. It was reminiscent of how he'd laid when they first met, though he'd looked less winded when the moose had kicked him. Orica was so stunned- and thankful too. She couldn't believe that it might be that simple. And there it was. The subtle realization that had been escaping her from the beginning. If any other wolf had come racing up to him and pleaded with him to stop, would he listened? He liked her. And not just as a little friend sort of thing, either; his reaction was too powerful for that. "Oh, Demyan..." Orica murmured sadly. What had he done? How could he be both so shy and so murderous at the same time? How could he rip into another wolf like that? A shaky inhale made it past the girl's parted jaws. She couldn't figure this out now. She just couldn't. Her healer's drive was kicking into gear. Demyan was subdued for the moment and if she didn't attend to the black male now, it was quite possible he would die. He'd already seemed to have gone unconscious - if he lost too much blood, he'd never wake up. Orica sniffed, stiffling back tears that she hadn't realized were already dampening her cheek fur. This was so much more than any yearling was supposed to have to face, let alone actually deal with. Didn't matter. She was here and she had to do what she could. She left Demyan's side and snatched up her medic's bag before coming to the victim's side. She'd never dealt with a severed limb before. All she could do was apply the basic healing measures and a little common sense. She could do this right? She blinked away the wetness from her crystal blue eyes and started lapping at the severed leg. Without really thinking about it she was trusting Demyan - she'd just seen him try to shred a wolf and yet she was trusting enough to turn her back and focus wholely on the stranger. Maybe it was good that the black male was unconscious for this, otherwise ever touch to the twisted, broken flesh would've been absolute torture. Orica could see the white stumps of bone - there were places where the smaller ones had been turned to shards. She had to get those out of there and clean the wound. Within a minute, Orica's jaws were as bloody as the attacker's. There - it was a clean enough break now, but it was still bleeding so much. She started grabbing up mouthfuls of dandelion and plantain and comfrey from her knapsack, chewing them into a paste, and licking them on the wound - but she knew that wasn't going to be enough. She could press the leg into the snow to help keep it cool, but it was still going to bleed. And if she tried to put any pressure on it then the snow would just melt away. This was infuriated! If only she had something she could use to stitch the peices of skin over the wound. Prickles like on those cacti she'd seen in the south would've worked. Or porcupine quills. But she didn't have any of those. All she had around here were the flimsy pine needles on the confiers- That was it! Pine trees! Pine trees meant that yellow-brow sticky goo stuff - Pitch! That would be perfect! Without a second thought she was leaping over the fallen male and dashing back towards the tree line. |
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