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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2017 5:54:02 GMT -5
Nico: Nico looked up at Caesar. A random thought plopped into his head that fr all he knew, Caesar had blue eyes. He was blue-green colorblind. His blurry vision was going in and out of focus. He hated blood loss, it had been a established fact for years. The only things Nico hated more were the Argentum pack and the dark. Well, Nico didn't hate the dark, he was simply terrified by it.
Trying to relax, the dark silver male tried to make his breathing easier. He was actively trying not to cry, but from the sound of it the nerves had gotten to Caesar. Nico's ears rotated back, listing. A old habit, still useful. He heard what was going on. Yarrow, cotton? In his experience moss worked just fine. Then again he had no clue what had been used when he was out cold or even when he was awake. He had never really asked. He wondered if he should assure them that he wasn't hemophiliac, Pearl wouldn't know if he was or not. If his blood would clot. "Non... Emofilia." Nico muttered in Italian, hoping at least Caesar would get the message and relay it to Pearl to sooth some of her worries. If he had had hemophilia, he would have been in trouble for a very long time, already dead maybe.
Nico's train of thought wandered away from the situation, and more onto random things. Goofy memories wandered into his mind, never staying as long as the funny or sad ones. The scary ones were only made more terrifying by the absence of sight. He gritted his teeth, unknowingly grinding up his already injured tongue and releasing even more blood into his mouth. He clenched his eyes shut as a result, and in his muddled brain he was terrified because of the blackness, resulting in more teeth grinding. It was a repetitive cycle.
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Post by Blood on Apr 30, 2017 19:08:35 GMT -5
Pearl:
The wounded silver male continued to mumble in a different language, for all Pearl knew, it was nonsense he was muttering from the shock of blood loss. She shushed him again, "Don't speak, save your strength." her sweet voice had a Saturn ring to it, but no less a charming sound. Pearl continued to tend to the strangers injury, while observing him: he had gray-blue eyes that blinked rapidly as his head fell from side to side. Hardly a glance was made at her, instead his gaze was mostly glued on Caesar. Had they met each other before? Three long scars ran across his face, and the rest of his body was also covered in random scars from an assumable hard past. He didn't look young either.
Caesar's sharp commands made Pearl flinch, she hadn't heard him use that tone before. It was filled with concern, but also urgency, and the small pale pink she-wolf delayed no longer as she quickly stepped away from the bleeding male and sprinted away with a command of her own. "Make sure you keep pressure on it!"
Thick splats of wet earth flung up around Pearl as she ran through the marshy ground. Caesar's instructions were playing in her head, 'Cotton, yarrow? That would take too long to find and the poor wolf would have lost too much blood before I get back.' With her eyes set on a rotten fallen log, the small She-wolf neared it and dug her sharp white teeth into a blanket of lush green mush and ripped it off. The taste of earth drowned out the bloody taste in her mouth, and she was soon tearing again at the ground in her dash back up the shallow slope.
"Her, I hv um mohh." Pearl's muffled voice hardly spoke past the large swab of moss that was filling most of her small mouth, pushing her tounge back further than she expected. With a barely noticeable gag, she dropped the moss on the bloody injury and poked her nose at the green plants, pressing gingerly on the opened flesh. She wondered what the stranger's name was, up held herself back from asking, he needed to rest, not tell her his name.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2017 14:55:46 GMT -5
The gash was still bleeding, but not as heavily. Caesar worked swiftly, paws pressing down on his brothers body. He obeyed Pearl without a second thought. Any reassurance that he needed was her voice. He knew that whatever she wanted done was good. She was truly good of heart. so meek, gentle and pure that he admired her for it. His past was tainted, and he knew it. His attempt to put off telling her about his history was shattered when Nico arrived to help. Which was very kind and brave of him. though a little stupid. Caesar knew he should just talk it out. If he simply expressed what he was feeling and addressed the situation, pain could be avoided, no matter how irritating it was to bare oneself. However, at this moment the large brown male didn't wish to expose his secrets. Not when Nico could hardly listen. Bright eyes flicked to the side as he realized that his brother was chewing his tongue to bits. Blood trickled out of his jaws and onto the marshy land. Frowning, hi tore up a tuft of marsh grass and unceremoniously surged it into his mouth. He couldn't hurt himself now.
Focusing back on the gash, he was pleased to see Pearl back at his side. She announced that she had retrieved moss. "Oh, thank you." He dipped his head and sent her a shy smile. Silly of him not to think of such raw materials. Of course there was no yarrow around the bog. She pressed her spongy green prize into the wound. Caesar reached in to help her, but recoiled slightly when his nose bumped into hers. He shouldn't have been apprehensive at her touch, they had spent many an hour together during that terrible storm. It wasn't exactly fear or apprehension as it was previously. No...it was something else this time. Something that reassured him. And so he continued to spread the moss, never flinching at her touch.
(time skip to later that night? Keep in mind there's still a puma cub out there)
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2017 11:13:35 GMT -5
(Sure, I'll see if I can work the Puma Cub *Makes puma cub central to post* Also, third time I edited it, I considered Nico's past and added in some stuff. If anyone reading this can't take gore and stuff, don't read the third -Maybe second?- paragraph) Nico: Nico woke up and spit out a thing that tasted like swamp. It wasn't the best thing to wake up to, assuming he was awake. It was pitch black, like his eyes were closed or the terrifying possibility of being blind again. He shook his head, glancing around. His body throbbed, his tongue hurt, and his ears picked up a low meow. Nico looked immediately to the meow, his head turned as far as it could go behind him. His night vision was almost nonexistent, so he couldn't see a thing. He woofed quietly. "Anyone there?" Nico's paws refused to move, and the warmth around him told him that someone was around him. Forgetting that it was just his brother and Pearl, he stiffened. He was injured, he couldn't see them, and he was at their mercy. Remembering the year he had spent helpless and immobilized, he shrunk into the smallest he could without moving. His ears went back, as he tried to remain as hard to spot a possible.
Nico tried to think in a strait line.
It was too familer. It was something he knew all to well, it was terrifying. He was weak, vulnerable. See, Nico wasn't terrified is he saw something that reminded him of the years in the gladiator pits of the North, or the year of being a prisoner of the East. He was blind then, he wouldn't have seen anything that would terrify him enough to stay with him years later. No, it was sounds and smells. It was feelings and tastes. The senses amplified to take in what he would have seen. Screams that were much louder then they really were, the ones that rang in his ears sometimes. The smells of blood, overwhelming and ever present. The feeling of wet stone under his paws, covered in the ooze from infected wounds left to rot and the blood that was everywhere. The taste of blood, both his and someone else's, in his mouth after a fight. He could still taste the blood in his mouth,
The meowing noise started again. Nico kept in his 'I am invisible' pose, but the meowing was just too pathetic and sad. He perked his ears, looking in the direction of the meows. The only difference between now and the past five years was that his eyes were actively trying to find any light. He was still stiff as a rock, trying despretly not to wake up anyone. He still couldn't quite remember who he was with, so he wasn't sure if they were waiting to kill him or not. That meowing was still going, but Nico still could not move. He hurt and felt unbelievably stiff, and he wasn't quite sure what the meowing came from. He didn't know if it was a lynx or something. Maybe it was a wolf, what did Nico know?
Nico then remembered who he was with. His brother and the female, and surprisingly he felt more scared. Caesar would gladly kill him! He had as good as killed Caesar, just as Veronica had him. He was even more still, tucking his tail over his side. His silverish-blue eyes were glancing all over. That sad meowing made Nico just want to go over and comfort the cub, maybe just put it out of it's misery. Just Nico couldn't move, and it was killing him that he could do nothing. He couldn't risk death though, he didn't want to give them any reason. He borrowed his head in his paws, trying to block out the meowing and the fear.
A little face nuzzled into his neck fur. Nico remained still, but he wondered what it was. A little meow rang again, and Nico felt his heart go out to the little thing. It seemed scared, Nico could smell that much. Then little claws dug into his neck. Nico's eyes widened, his breathing quickened. The thing was climbing him, and it tumbled down to the other side. It nestled itself below his chin. Nico tried to remember the last thing that had actually trusted him enough to nestle close to him. The only answer was Kiki, only she had ever trusted him this much since he was very small. That made him sad, he hadn't been loved and trusted in four years. Now, a little thing trusted him. "Ho perso questo, essendo affidato come questo. Amato. Sono passati quattro anni, forse anche cinque, poiché tutti mi amavano veramente. Mi credette abbastanza da coccolare vicino. Avevo quasi dimenticato come si sentiva. Grazie per questo."(I missed this, being trusted like this. Loved. It's been four years, maybe even five since anyone really loved me. Trusted me enough to cuddle close. I'd almost forgotten how it felt. Thank you, for this. ) Nico muttered in Italian, what he had grown up hearing. It felt only fitting. Nico had always found love in that language when he was young. The caring lullabies of his mother.
Nico realized he had been crying. He took a steadying breath, and nestled closer to the little cub. It was warm and fluffy, and it was in the perfect place. It was also easiest to hide it there. He wondered what it was thinking. Was it scared? Was it grateful it had found someone who didn't kill it on sight, but instead wanted to cuddle? Nico wondered what would have become of him is he had been more like this cub, trusting and innocent.
He'd be long dead, that's what. He would have died as a yearling, then over and over again from three to five years old in the pits. He would have died countless times over, his distrustfulness and cold attitude had kept him safe from loathing himself too much, and kept him alive.
Now, here he was. He was going to die after being shredded to bits and swiped by a cat. Nico wasn't going out that easy, he would fight tooth and claw before he died. One issue, though. He was effectively blind in the dark, so he was relying on his ears and nose. Nico hated the night, it was dark. Nico feared the dark.
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Post by Blood on Sept 14, 2017 0:52:43 GMT -5
Pearl:
Steadily Pearl worked over the wounded wolf with Caesar right at her shoulder, gently bumping into him as they both tended to the bleeding. She felt like a mother wolf, yet she was still so young. The memories of watching and helping her own mother crept in her thoughts. She was thankful for what she had learned when she still lived with her family.
A certain touch brought Pearl out of her "miss doctor" thoughts. It was the cold nose of the large brown male nudging into her own that poked at the moss bandage. Her cheeks grew warm and she felt a strong urge to apologize to the kind courteous male, but this was no time to be respectful and make amends for such simple mishaps. With a soft grunt, the pale she-wolf continued her busy work. Fully glad for the help of Caesar.
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A steady heartbeat and a soft rising and falling of a strong chest was the lullaby that put Pearl to sleep. After a long and exciting day, the young she-wolf was exhausted along with her traveling companion Caesar and the wounded wolf they had tended to. They had kept close together to keep warm during the chillier night, and Pearl had fallen sleep with her head resting on Caesar's shoulder. His touch was comforting and his heartbeat filled the hole of loneliness that had gnawed at her continually when she was on her exploration voyage all by herself. How safe and happy she felt now that she was with other wolves, even if she didn't know one of them very well.
No dreams of horror or joyous stories filled her sleeping mind, but a soft cry slowly dragged her to consciousness. It was a sad cry, one that sounded lost and was filled with desperation. A cry that sounded scared, abandoned, and not wolf kind. It took Pearl a minute to fully awake and then adjust her eyes to the darkness. The wounded patient was shifting and Pearl thought she saw his head lift from the ground. "Could he be in pain, did he need water?" Were her thoughts, and she strained her ears towards him and listened as best as she could, but all she heard was his strange mumbling that he had spoken before. By now she had made the assumption that it was a different dialect that she could not understand.
As softly as possible the small female shifted away from the sleeping form of Caesar and stood to check on the other wolf. All the while, the sad cries became more and more depressed, and sounded nearer and nearer to the huddle of the three wolves. A tiny gray bundle flopped itself over the neck of the wounded wolf as Pearl went to go look over his body. Fear flooded the senses of the pale she-wolf as she caught the strong scent of puma. Her head flung around recklessly in search of the vicious cat they had chased off earlier, but there was no other scent than the puma cub that was nestled under the chin of the male wolf. Without hesitation, Pearl stepped forward over the body of the wolf and sniffed the kitten who gave a mournful cry through the wolf fur it was buried in. She was equally concerned about the abandoned cub as she was about the safety of themselves if the mother should return again. It seemed that the puma cub actually felt safe curled up by the he-wolf, but Pearl couldn't just let it be, it was still too young to be away from its mother. As gently as ever, Pearl reached and grabbed a hold of the small animal and lifted it up. It made a sharp scowling sound that scratched through the silence of the night and Pearl winced. She hoped not to awake Caesar, or attract any unwanted attention, but it had to be done. The cub fell silent besides muffled hissing, as Pearl trotted away from the others and up the hill where the mother cat had run off to. Stopping at the top, the she wolf held the cub in her mouth for a minute before slowly lowering it to the ground. Pearl honestly wasn't sure what to do with it. Should she leave it there during the night and hope that its mother would hear it and come get it? But then there was always the danger of another wild animal harming it, and of course the risk of another vicious attack by the mother if they kept the cub near them.
In pitty and confused concern, Pearl's silver eyes looked down at the tiny form of the puma cub that mowed in a pleading voice as it nestled against her paws shivering in fear.
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