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Post by Galvin Roe on Oct 30, 2015 18:39:58 GMT
The night was calm and the first rays of a harvest moon were spearing their way through the autumn trees. Nymara had to sit and enjoy the crisp evening. For a moment a gentle breeze rustled through the trees, the only sign of movement that night. In-fact it was so quiet even Nymara felt a little . . . odd. Was some dire event about to occur? A sudden hurricane? The skies were completely clear though, and she hardly thought falling earth would be predicted by the animals hours ahead of time. Then again, sometimes animals could feel patterns in the universe. She sat in lotus position; she'd recently been taught the simple sitting style that could help focus the mind with a little effort. Willpower was always key. In this instance she didn't feel like moving, if something 'terrible' was coming, well, she was kind of fine with that. So instead of meditating on the void tonight, to call forth her teachers, she spent it quietly focusing her mind and pondering life. Her meditations lent her a peaceful calm that Nymara was unused to feeling, a feeling of 'belonging' in the universe, or rather in life. Her feet shifted and with it her simple cloth robe, just a few months ago she'd had a single hand embroidered on the back and front of the cream colored cloth, opened into a peaceful symbol of greeting and pacification. And as all this crossed her mind she scratched at the raised 'band' around her right hand. To those far away, and even up close, they might think it silver or possibly even white Jade as even in the moonlight the band looked slightly translucent. In fact it was a scar. A perfectly symmetrical scar, but a scar none-the-less. And for Nymara: it was an advertisement of her services. For this scar was the scar of a hand reattached, with flesh and tendons regrown long after they'd decayed from the skeleton. This was her crowing achievement, and sign that would indicate her healing prowess. So she stirred and returned to stillness, the night was cool and open; it was calling Nymara to join it in silence and calm.
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Post by Beau on Oct 30, 2015 18:54:06 GMT
Beau retreated to the one safe place he could that as close by, the forest. He hated this. Hated what he was but he wasn't a coward and no way in hell was he gonna take that way out. With the moon high up in the sky, he was thankfully it was a full moon but there was plenty of light given off to illuminate the way. Not that it really mattered, there was still that urge to shift and he was doing his best to ignore it. A shudder crawled up his spine in which caused him to pause. Something else was nearby and that something wasn't in the best of moods. Growling reached his eyes and he looked over his shoulder to see a large grey wolf, golden eyes glaring at the man as it approached, clearly not pleased for it had a intruder on it's territory. "Great." Beau muttered as he turned round fully. "Go away! GET!" Beau could understand the growling and snarling of the other werewolf, it wanted Beau to leave it's territory but it clearly wasn't going to let the being do that while in human form. This was another pain. If you met another werewolf, you run the risk of walking on their turf and this guy was a dominate one. It wasn't going to run away just because Beau used traditional methods on the beast. Now that urge was at the front of his mind, a thing that was hard to ignore as he knew he was in danger from this thing. The wolf crouched slightly and let out a loud snarl as it lunged forward at Beau. Another problem with ignoring shifting, your mind's distracted by one thing and you get slower. Granted he still managed to move out of the way but the wolf still got hold of part of his coat, snarling the whole time. "ALright fine, you wanna play?" Beau growled back as he removed his coat. "Let's play." WIth that, Beau gave in to the urge and shifted. Resulting in a large black wolf with blue eyes to be there in his place. With a snarl, he lunged at the grey wolf and the two started going at it. Course the battle wasn't stationary and soon, the two ended up rolling into the camp of the woman who was no doubt at peace till now. Galvin Roe
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Post by Galvin Roe on Oct 30, 2015 19:13:38 GMT
Then there was some noise in the world, the night no longer perfectly calm. Nymara ignored it, and continued to ignore the external world till she realized the noises were getting closer. Finally she opened her eyes, listening as snarling and the distinctive sound of snapping jaws. Declared the approach of two brawling animals. Nymara stood, but her mind questioned her intentions. To this she had no definitive answer, and it took two snarling writhing beasts to decide she'd probably best move out of the way. She did, and quickly but her mind questioned her intent again. This would be a good time for her to go out, and not by her own hand. No suicide, she could declare she certainly tried her best. Anyhow, it was the likely event anyways. After one was done with the other, if they weren't too badly injured, they'd be in a foul temper. That's how wolves worked right? Well, wait, they were often more afraid of humanoids than opposite and an injured one certainly would lope away . . . Except these weren't ordinary wolves. They had to be half again as large as the largest one Nyms had ever heard of, what did that mean? Well, maybe they were a more aggressive breed. While Nymara pondered all this, the adrenaline started pumping and that objective placidity began to crack. She could very well experience alot of pain here. So with a sudden intake of breath and a very sudden dilation of her pupils, Nymara grappled for her walking stave. She did little else but stand there though, she had to wait for an opportunity. Wait till one overtook the other, then she'd strike. Something in the back of her mind hinted it a very inefficient way to die and finally join something more lasting than the ephemeral nature of the world but she decided to ignore it and brace herself for the future. With that decision came the sudden wave of panic that usually occurs during an attack by wild animals, and her breathing suddenly tripled in speed.
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Post by Beau on Oct 30, 2015 19:22:10 GMT
The two wolves tumbled over each a few times before the black one managed to get the grey one off of em and stood up. Their nose twitched to the scent of something else and a glance behind em revealed Nymara. Just great! Now there was someone else here. A bark like sound left Beau as he motioned with his head in the direction behind her. He was trying to tell her to just run away. One good thing with changing on a night other than full moon nights, Beau's mind seemed to stick easier than it did during changes on a full moon. Course the grey wolf took this as a change and lunged at the black one, sinking it's fangs into the black wolf's neck and a strangled grey left Beau. It was clear that Beau wasn't pleased and now he just went at it with a feral mindset. Biting and snapping his fangs at any part of the grey wolf he could, the two eventually toppled once more. This time though, the grey wolf ended up pinning the black one down on the ground, holding em by the back of their neck now as blood left the wounds on the side of the neck. Just then something struck the grey wolf, hard like wood and it caused the creature to let go of the black one's neck and stagger a bit. Nymara's hit had landed though now the grey wolf was gonna pay her attention. Snarling at her, the grey wolf was clearly displeased with the intervention and it's hackles rose further. Before it could do anything though, the black one had gotten up and rammed the grey one. Causing em to topple over. Beau moved to block the Grey wolf's path to Nymara. Galvin Roe
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Post by Galvin Roe on Oct 30, 2015 19:44:14 GMT
She had moved without thought, something . . . odd was going on with the obsidian coated wolf. She wasn't sure if it was about to have a seizure or if it had tried to indicate something to her. It wasn't the beginning of a fit though, it's eyes had locked onto her's for half a second and Nymara decided then and there, if she HAD to die, at least she could die to a cunning beast rather than simply a feral dog. It was an impulsive decision, but she really couldn't think of any 'logical' course of action that would accomplish her goals. That wasn't saying much, as she didn't really have any goals. But when the grey furred beast managed to topple and grasp the obsidian, she'd decided she might as well take life into her hands. She lunged forwards bringing down the oak stave with all the force her starved body could manage, which wasn't much but it did have the desired effect of distracting the beast. Suddenly fangs were hurtling back towards her, and she managed to get her arm back only by the welcome intervention of the obsidian. Her left arm was bleeding profusely and she'd lost the oak road in that sudden fray but somehow it all made her feel accomplished. She wasn't looking forwards to the pain though, and that was SURE to blossom in a few moments, when her humors realigned from the immediate to the melancholic. And looking at the deep puncture mark made her flinch. Nymara turned her attention towards creating a tourniquet with her robe's sash. It was a worthless gesture if the obsidian turned on her, or failed. But it gave her something to do . . . as that black beast took up position between her and the grey. What was going on here
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Post by Beau on Oct 30, 2015 19:49:20 GMT
The grey wolf snarled at the black one and all Beau did was snarl back. His hackles stood up as well and his tail lashed for a second behind him. Beau wasn't the type to back down often and the wolf had always made him more aggressive during full moon nights and leading to the change on that kind of night. Though there was little he could do right now as his neck was bleeding and all he could do was growl at the one who caused it till they moved. The grey wolf though seemed to give in as it just barked snarled at him and started to turn away. It wasn't until they were completly gone that the black wolf's hackles lowered and a whimper like sound of pain left em. With that, they started to limp away as fast as he could. His clothes were a good distant away and besides, the other wolf was gone now. No need to stay here since that girl could take care of herself hopefully. (Have to go to work. Sorry for the small post.) Galvin Roe
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Post by Galvin Roe on Oct 30, 2015 20:07:40 GMT
Then suddenly it was over. Had she inflicted more damage than she realized? The gray certainly responded in a somewhat dazed or maybe dazzled fashion. Whatever had happened the grey surrendered, rolling over to show it's stomach before backing away. For several long moments Nymara watched the obsidian, waiting for it suddenly turn on her. Instead, it did something that caught her by surprise a third time, it whimpered and began limping off. What in the love of creation was going on here? Even the disinterested Nymara had to be curious about this exceptional display of personality. So with a shudder, she unbound her arm, and splashed alcohol in the wound. That brought some feeling back, and shivers ran down her whole body as the sudden stinging made her want to gag. If she had time she would have mended it, but by the time she'd finished this wolf would be long gone. Instead she made due with binding it, again. Feeling physically weak from the tendrils of pain that lanced out across her body. She shook her head, hyper-alert now, and rushed to retrieve her oaken rod. Thankfully the limping wolf had only barely made it to the tree line and Nymara could keep up with it's pace and stay hidden in the bushes. She wouldn't follow it TOO far, but with the serious wounds it suffered she was sure IT wouldn't make it far. It didn't take long for Nymara to totally lose track of time. It felt like hours crawling through the under bush and tracking this beast. She'd long since given up stealth, it had seen her and she was in so much pain her body didn't react as . . . smoothly as it normally would. In the end it felt like a track through a few hells, and she was certainly shivering now. For the fifth time now a branch brushed against her bandaged limb and this time she couldn't refrain a small shout of pain. What was she doing, following an obsidian wolf that looked about ready to pass out from blood loss. Not to mention the trail of blood it was leaving, in all likely hood they'd both be assaulted by some night predator and that would be the end of both of them.
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Post by Beau on Oct 31, 2015 18:31:22 GMT
THe wolf tried to ignore the lady as she followed, trying to keep himself motivated to get back to his clothes. At least he did manage to get back to his clothing though that was when she let out a cry and he was made aware that the girl was following him. Sadly in his wolf form, he hadn't the strength to try and get her to just go away. Instead the wolf merely shifted back into a man. Beau gave a few coughs as he put a hand to part of his bleeding neck and cleared his throat as some of the blood was in his throat too. Grabbing his torn pants, he put them on and looked to the woman. "What are.....you doing...?" Beau asked as he kept one hand to the wound on the side of his neck. Galvin Roe
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Post by Galvin Roe on Oct 31, 2015 18:54:17 GMT
Nymara swallowed. Well, that did explain the curious events going on here. What she was doing, however, was a question with too many variables and not enough definitive answers. She settled with a vague gesture to the wolf's neck. In a hoarse voice she muttered: " You'll die. " The wolf better not bloody well ask what that mattered to her. She really didn't want to have to lie to help someone right now. A shape shifter. Now it was time for Nymara to shake her head: " What are YOU doing, you realize you are bleeding out? Couldn't you have stayed to see if I could help? Would have saved us this long trek through the woods. I had blankets back at the camp, you know; You might not have been as . . . secure in them as your clothes but we'd both be more able to help one another." A shape shifter! Well, maybe this one had a death wish too. Hell if she'd be the first to bring that up though. People just didn't take kindly to that particular thought, or at least that's what she kept telling herself. People didn't need more problems to deal with. " Look, I'm really not all that irritated by it. It's just going to be problematic after I heal you. I AM a healer you see, or at least you will. " Nymara took a few steps closer, eyeing the prone individual. " I'd have taken care of my own arm first, but by the time I dealt with the wound you'd have disappeared and I'm not sure I would have had the energy to trek after you. " The practicalities were becoming more and more problematic, Nymara wasn't sure if she trusted this man enough to leave her body as useless as it would be after a healing. But he saved her life? That was supposed to mean something, right? At the moment her hyper-awarness didn't allow her to concentrate on life being a rather large ephemeral mud pile, so it felt like a legitimate thought: This had happened, this was happening and they were both in pain. So, at the very least he could let her ease that pain. " Alright, okay. So, listen: You should let me help you and I see no reason why you wouldn't? You just saved my life and that means something, right? I suppose you might have also caused the initial trouble but I can't and don't blame you for happening to roll into my camp during a fight. That's trivial and nonsensical and, quite honestly, you could have let that other wolf tear off my arm to get an advantage, so, I suppose the least I can do is keep you alive. End the pain . . ." Nymara didn't elaborate, if the man wanted to suggest some other route like a quick death, that was up to him. She'd said enough. " Will you let me? "
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