Better Then Drugs
Enigma's mind had been wandering today. He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt odd. He had brought Takira to his den, patched her up with some poultice that he'd learned from his mother and slapped on some leaves and cobwebs that he could find. He was no healer, and he wouldn't tell anyone else that he was caring for a slave...but he wouldn't abandon her and leave her for dead either. Besides, Paradox and Forsaken were always off doing their own thing. They surely wouldn't bother him here.
With slow steps, he was making his return trip to the den. A bundle of soaked Moss carefully held in his teeth. He didn't know when she would wake, or if she would even pull through the injuries she had...what the fuck had she even gotten into? Some of the gashes were dirtied and bleeding alot, but he'd done his best to clean them out and chew up the rather...disgustingly bitter herbs he had learned about quite a while ago. Once he entered his den, he set the Moss off to one side as he looked at her.
She was a strong female...he wondered what she'd been up to since they last parted ways, and for a while he thought she hated him when they'd first met. But when he recalled the words he heard her say as she confused his father with him, perhaps it was not true. Sighing, he lied down with his back to the entrance to block the view of any potential nosy siblings. Head rested on his paws, he watched the rise and fall of her body. He would probably have to find someone to tell him what herbs he could use...especially if she ended up getting a fever. Gods he was bad at this...perhaps a little later. For now he would drift off for a short nap.. |
Nightmares pledged Takira, she dreamed of the night that her mother died, that night she was a young thing, barely one year old and she was left on her own, fending for herself. But she was strong, able to survive on her own if she had to. But she didn't have to for long. She met HIM. Her dream shifted from the night of her mothers death to the day she met that charming male. She had not thought to like him, she really hadn't, she always thought herself a good child, wanting to help those who needed it, loyal to those close to her, but he seemed to bring out her inner darkness. And she liked it! She liked the feeling of taking out her anger on anything that did end up getting her anger. She like that she felt like N had her back if she needed him to. She liked him... She liked him even though she should not have, and she felt that draw to him when she met him, he charmed her... Charmed her with his wicked personality. She hummed to herself, liking the dream. She thought she smelled him then, and felt like something was probing her side. MOON she hurt! Why did it hurt so much!? She let out a small whine, hoping that whatever was hurting her in her dream would just go away, maybe then she could get a little more sleep. Thinking of sleep, she was tired, oh so tired, but N's scent seemed to call to her, pulling her mind from her mind and brought her to reality. As Takira's mind slowly processed her pain. And boy was she in pain! Her right side felt like she got trampled by a elk and her right hind leg didn't seem to want to move when she tested it a bit... As she woken up more she started getting back her memory of what happened. STUPID! She had been so stupid, her mother told her to stay away from grizzlies! Said that if one came at her when she was alone she was to just give it what it wanted, not challenge it! What had she been thinking!? Maybe its not what she been thinking but more of what she was feeling. Her life has been a mess since she lost her mother, and it was hard to move on from that major event in her life. The only time she was happy was when she was with N, and they took care of each other. Maybe she had been looking for an out, maybe she didn't want to struggle anymore... She felt eyes on her as as she processed her state of mind at that moment and instead opened her eyes, which clashed with his. She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes widening. She went to lift herself in a more dignified position when her side protested. She let out a whimper and then growled at herself for looking weak in front of the male she was just mooning over. She tried to salvage the situation by saying something. "So it was you..." She could not seem to look away from him, for fear that he was only a figment of her imagination. "Where am I?" |
Amber gaze lingered on her form for a long while. Strangely, he was afraid to sleep for fear that he might wake to find her body still and cold. What the hell is wrong with me...mother must be rubbing off on me. He huffed as he turned his head to face the wall, grumbling at the thought. Was he getting soft? No...he wasn't. He just..."So it was you..." The familiar voice dragged him from his thoughts. Thank god...he wouldn't have to think about it anymore for the time being.
Piercing amber gaze sought hers, her voice still weak as he processed her words. Did she think his father was him? Hmph. He was much more good looking then his old man! Perhaps it was the loss of blood and her near death experience that got her confused..."Well...actually, it was my father who found you first. You're lucky I showed up in time, otherwise you wouldn't have returned to the land of the living."
He rose a bit, bringing his forepaws to stretch out before him as he stared at her. What on earth was she doing around here? And how the hell had she gotten all those wounds? He hadn't seen her since Winter, perhaps she was one of those migratory wolves...or maybe she found a trace of the bastards they were looking for? He would brush it off for the moment, ear flicking as she asked where she was. "Welcome to Hellstrom." He would say the single phrase with a slight smirk on his face. He didn't want to tell her quite yet what rank his father had given her...but he would try to talk him into changing it. Of course, his father had the terms set...so it wouldn't be easy. |
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She seemed to be getting a better grip on her surroundings as the minutes ticked by. That was good at least, but it would be a while longer before she would fully recover. Or so he thought anyway. He had yet to properly splint and bind her leg, but he wasn't too sure on how to do that quite yet. He didn't want to accidentally do it in a way that it healed wrong and she end up with a noticeable deformity. It was something he would find out soon, however. Perhaps that whiny Alphess from Sonticus could help...Unless he came across someone else on the way. Or he could just ask his mother, but he didn't want her questioning him...
Her question about Hellstrom would bring his attention back, amber gaze looking steadily at her. But before he could answer, it would seem she'd come to the conclusion on her own. The least he could do was tack on how it had come to be. "My father challenged another pack. It fell, we rose. It's still a new pack, so there's not too many capable members...mostly pups." He said the last part sounding a little disgusted. He was referring to his younger siblings and half siblings. Granted, neither Paradox nor Forsaken were pleased about them either.
He watched as she yawned, his eyes never leaving her as she inspected her body. A brow rose as she quickly turned to him, surprise in her voice as she asked if he was a healer. Shrugging, he breathed as he debated what to say. No, he wasn't a healer. Yes, he did know a few things. Perhaps the truth would help here so she wouldn't think that he was some miracle worker. "I learned a few things from my mother. I'm not a healer though. A few basic things, like what to use for open wounds to keep out infection and what to use to bind them. Your leg, however, I've yet to work on. So try not to move it." A smile flashed at her, "Pretty much a few useful things in case I got myself into a jam and needed a quick fix."
That explained his lack of knowledge on how to fix her leg. But more then that, he wanted to wait for her to wake up so she could tell him how bad the pain was and what she couldn't move. The leg itself he could tell it was broken with how bad the wound was, but he didn't want to take any chances with splinting the wrong area. "If you're in a lot of pain, I can go get some pain killers." Speaking of which. He reached forward suddenly, nose pressing against her paw pad to see if she was growing a fever, though he couldn't tell exactly. "Are you feeling feverish? Cold?" He looked at her as he waited for her to respond. God he felt stupid...acting like he cared...maybe some part of him did...and if his siblings found out, they'd probably laugh at him. |
Takira's eyes dropped, as he went into the history of the Hellians, hah hellians, yeah she was going to keep that to herself. He spoke with pride when he talked of his father, which if great, winning a pack was always a proud occasion but his voice seemed to go flat when he spoke of the young of the pack, something was there that he was not saying but she was in no way shape or form capable of mentally working out the problem he would have with them, the young was the future after all. When he went on she let it drop from her mind, she would revisit that later if she remembered. Takira focused on his words keeping her mind awake, he talked of his minimal knowledge, albeit more than she knew, about healing. "Ah, your mother must be skilled." As he went on telling her that he did not have the knowledge to fix her leg she frown down at it."Yeah I really messed it up when I ran away from the bear, I don't think it was broken then but running on it did not help the situation." She blinked as he went on about her pain. "I am in pain but nothing I cannot handle, pain and I are not strangers. She tried to moved herself to release a slight cramp and winced as it stretched the gashes in her side. "Well as long as I do not moved for a few days." She tried to put a joking tone in her voice but was not sure how successful she was at it. Takira did no sooner say when N moved then, pressing his nose to her front paw. She resisted the urge to pull her paw away in shock. her belly seemed to do a flop. Why was she such a girl around him? She did not understand, her mother never told her anything what to expect with the male kind, but what she did know was that she was not reacting like she would with a normal friend no matter how close they where... "N... No, I am fine, well other then the whole gash in the side thing." The ebony girl tried to relax again. Trying to find comfort in being safe at least as safe as she could be in unknown territory and she was at that, she had never spent any time in a pack before, even as a guest... wait... N's father did not seem the type to let others stay in his home no matted how hurt they where... What had she gotten herself into? "N, why am I still in you pack's territory? You father did not strike me as a wolf to help those in need..." Only one thing seemed to come to mind of why she would be allowed to stay, even after she was granted her life... Did his father want something from her? Takira could not help but think the worst. She grew cold at the mere thought, colder then any fever could make her. Today did not seem to be her day... |