guiding light

This thread is for Cut Rock River members, especially Maskim and a medic! Thank you!

A flood of steam left her mouth as she exhaled forcefully, only to inhale a cold rush of winter air into her already expanded lungs, which only seemed to burn with each passing of dry air no matter how often she attempted to catch her breath. She'd been running non stop for miles, only to pause when the sensation of feeling in her limbs disappeared completely from over exhaustion and prolonged exposure to the freezing weather. It was snowing, and hard, as fat snowflakes pounded both her and the ground with layers of hardening white power, and it didn't look to be letting up anytime soon. She stood in her spot after slowing to a halt, inhaled deeply despite the slight sting in her trachea, and surveyed the air with frosted over lens--this area seemed familiar and her instinct's instructed her to move on, demanded that she find refuge, no matter how achy her body felt, to a safer spot where she could potentially rest her paws. Despite the urgency, it seemed that regardless of how hard her brain worked to propel her legs forward, the only movement came from her revolving ears that searched desperately for the approach of someone, anyone to help her. As if finally thawing over, her left fore leg came forward, with a tingle of sensation flooding through it, before she gasped and felt herself fall, hard, to the ground. The world around her fell silent as gusts of snowflaked wind rocked her lifeless body, as it seemed that Bastet had suffered a mild heart attack.

(This post was last modified: Dec 01, 2013, 03:49 PM by Bastet.)

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A large snowflake drifted down from the sky, tumbling like a child running down a hill, before gently coming to rest on the dark nose of Maksim Baranski. It melted quickly, its existence short but meaningful for it rose him from his slumber. Blinking the sleepiness away, the agouti wolf parted his jaws and yawned before he stood, disrupting and dislodging some of the white powder on his coat. A strange dream had caught him, one he couldn’t quite remember now. Fragments of a memory that just didn’t fit together right, no matter what position you laid the pieces in. Shaking his head as if to ward off some pesky fly, the River leader pushed onwards through the snow.

It seemed to be falling thick today, plonking great white flakes all over him that, much like the one that fell upon his nose, melted away. Occasionally, they would catch the tip of stray hairs or his whiskers and hang like dare devils. The snow crunched beneath his paws as he ploughed onwards, not too far past the borders of Cut Rock River. It was there he came to see a black wolf, naught but a small figure in the distance, before he came to a halt, watching her from the safety of the trees. Whoever she was, she made no effort to call—perhaps she had just gotten lost?—and Maksim was ready to turn away when she suddenly fell to the frozen floor.

That certainly caught his attention and did away with the prospect of leaving her to her own devices—she wasn’t bothering the River wolves, after all. Whatever the cause of her sudden collapse, he was certain @Lachesis would know some way to help. Tipping his head back and calling for the ghostly yearling, Maksim hoped it would rile the woman somewhat if she were just exhausted, alert her to his presence. Upon the end of his howl, the agouti wolf barrelled forwards through the snow before coming up beside her. He hadn’t a clue what to do in such circumstances so he simply lowered himself down next to the ebony woman with a woof in an attempt to shelter her from the snow and the cold. <b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px">“It’s alright; someone will be here to help you soon.” Hopefully.<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px">

(This post was last modified: Dec 06, 2013, 05:48 PM by Maksim.)

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November had disappeared on a gust of cold air as December rolled in, the days shortening drastically as Relic Lore became covered in a thick layer of snow. Prey was slowly disappearing from the land, migrating to warmer temperatures for the winter. Worry began to consume the already troubled yearling – would the pack have enough food for the winter? What if a wolf was to get sick, or injured? Illness’ always intensified during the chilling temperatures of winter and the healer was concerned of the well-being of his packmates. The gangly yearling had managed to gather a suitable stock for the frigid months ahead, but would it be enough?

No – he was not allowed to be negative. Negativity was to remain with his former life in Pitch Pine Trail and it was not acceptable to rear its ugly head when things were finally looking up. The boy was finally happy; after months of being consumed by misery the troubled teen deserved this sudden happiness.

This, however, was temporarily cut short as a call rang through the air, cutting through the muted silence that accompanied the snow. Maksim – calling for him specifically? Perplexed the boy stepped forward, curious as to why the alpha wanted his presence. As far as Lachesis knew he hadn’t done anything wrong since joining Cut Rock... why else… someone was hurt! Like a tonne of bricks dropped on his skull it finally dawned on the yearling and without a second thought he darted forward, long legs closing the distance as he propelled over the snow. Nowhere near his inventory XIX would have to gather any necessary herbs after assessing the wolf’s injuries – hopefully they weren’t too severe as they had been in Shade’s case…

He gave his head a quick shake as he ran, clearing his mind of the painful memories. He needed to be focused as there was no time for distractions. As he neared the agouti leader and the lone wolf his pace slowed, pear eyes narrowed in concern as he approached, offering Maksim a brief nod in greeting. Without a word the yearling flopped down beside the unconscious female, pressing his thick winter coat against her frail body and applying frantic licks against her face. “I don’t have anything with me, we have to get her body temperature up in order to wake her,” he managed as he scooted as close as he could get to the shadow loner. He felt like an idiot for not coming prepared but he couldn’t carry his entire stock with him – he wasn’t even sure what was wrong with her… Fear settled into his stomach – he couldn’t allow another wolf to die.

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Complete darkness surrounded her as she began to drift out of consciousness and into her minds thoughts, each idea or daydream she had even conjured played like a cinema all at once, the sound growing unbearable as she slipped further away from reality. Her brain worked overtime, and her heart grew increasingly slower with each minutes pass, struggling to pump blood through the clot that formed in her left leg despite the old battle wound from a recent fight. She'd been bit by a badger, its rotten teeth and gums had caused an infection in her leg that throbbed with each walk, and refused to heal despite her bodies futile attempts to begin the scabbing process. It was painful and each days pass brought more bacteria growth, white puss and stench that had finally broken her body down to its weakest state.

Maskim's approached seemed much like a reoccurring dream, that of a handsome prince coming to the damsel in distresses aid, only to weather the storm by her side, before eventually together they battled the evil that attempted to pull them apart. In her mind's eye she'd begun to smile, feeling his warmth beside her that assured her that everything would be okay--but this was all a dream, right? In fact, she could feel nothing, hear nothing, and she knew nothing of the male's presence, all she knew was that she was cold, and her body hurt really bad, much worse then it did days before. It was a sign that the bacteria had finally taken over. The howl from Maskim's mouth went unnoticed by the female as she laid in wait for someone to take away the pain, the snow burying her body in layers as the waiting game painstakingly continued on. Lachesis came quickly enough, answering the distress call from the burly gray male, and approached her with licks to the face, similar to a stranger shaking awake someone who had fainted unexpectedly. Her body was numb but her mind fought to wake her, yelling as loudly as it could for the ebony woman to wake up.

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Maksim pressed himself up against the ebony female as he waited for the gangly, white yearling. He attempted to spread himself as best as possible, lifting his head to hold it over her own. Should the cold set into her, the Cut Rock leader very much doubted this encounter would end well. He nosed her neck softly, huffing into the thick black fur that lined her frame, to gauge her warmth. She was cold. Not freezing but enough to be concerning. The Baranski stared off into the trees, grunting at the snow that attempted to drift into his eyes as if to blind him with white.

It was then that Lachesis arrived, appearing between the trees suddenly. Ready to rise to his feet, the leader was a little taken aback when the medic in training suddenly pressed himself up against the woman, too, explaining he had none of his supplies with him. They needed to warm her up. Vibrant gaze watched the pear-eyed boy as he profusely licked at the fallen woman’s face for a few, fleeting moments before he nodded and craned his neck to reach her. His salmon-hued tongue flicked out from between his yellowed teeth, smoothing the fur on her crown and temple. It was then that the stench of rot and decay hit him in the wind, causing Maksim to jerk his head back suddenly. The scent triggered a memory, reminding him of the stink given off by a water-logged deer corpse he had found as a child. He whipped his head around expecting to see some carcass mere yards away yet nothing was there; nothing but white and towering trees.

Was the smell coming from her?

<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px"> “Lachesis, she reeks of rot.” His muzzle wrinkled as he grumbled coldly, casting a critical gaze over her fallen body in search for some weakness.<b style="font-family:georgia; font-size:11px">

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Something was wrong with the female. Maksim was right, there was a strange scent coming from the female – one that reminded him of the scent that clung to Shade before his passing.

No. This female, whose name was unknown to the young healer, was not going to succumb to the same fate. He needed to either drag the female to his den or leave her here and fetch the necessary herbs himself. Conflicted the boy shuffled closer to the dark female, eyes filled with concern as he studied the source of the rotten scent – a deep, nasty-looking gash stretched across her foreleg. It needed to be cleaned and treated properly – immediately. Not wanting to abandon the female Lachesis knew that the only way to give her treatment was to wake her up, and so far all his attempts were not working.

His brain was scrambling. Fear, as well as determination to save the female, flooded his body. Without thinking the yearling reached forward with a forepaw, scooping up a small ball of snow that he quickly applied to her wound in order to clean away most of the puss that made itself home around the injury. He continued applying snow until nearly all the gunk was gone – hopefully the shock of the cold would help to wake her up. “I need to get her to my den and out of this weather. I have what she needs there.” Wake up, stranger. Please. Wake up! His thoughts pleaded with the unconscious female as he pressed a few frantic licks against her forehead before reapplying snow to her wound, as her blood caused the surrounding snow to turn red.

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Her chest ached. The sound of her heart beat pounding could be heard in her ears as large amounts of blood traveled through her vessels swiftly, propelling heat toward her wound; conveniently cleaned by the young medic. She bled heavily, coloring the snow around her in scarlet as she gasped deeply, jerking herself in the process. Her head moved to the side as blood fell like droplets from her mouth, creating an effect similar to a murder scene as blood splattered from the lack of pus clogging her wound. She was freezing cold, shivering from the wind that had begun to pick up speed, effortlessly knocking her ebony hairs violently across her body. The voices of both men were muffled but she was aware of their presence, and could even smell the stench of her wound from this distance--it too had grown numb from the pressure of snow and ice on her foreleg.

Maskim was beside her, his form blurry as her eyes strained to focus on his body, but she could still feel his warmth at her side, Lachesis' too, but he was moving so frantically to save her life that he resembled an angel more then a living being. She could make out the single word in Lachesis's remark, something of a den, and the woman wanted nothing more desperately then to wiggle away from their sudden kindness. She was a stranger to them, as they were to her, what the hell were these men going to do to her? She was vulnerable with such a painful injury, and the fact that the rest of her body could not move despite her brain's attempt to wake her from her paralysis she felt herself want to weep uncontrollably from fright. please don't hurt me! she thought to herself as her eyes closed shut, letting fate take the reigns from her.

(This post was last modified: Dec 12, 2013, 09:26 PM by Datura.)

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It didn't take long for them to find the source of the stench and his eyes narrowed. A bite mark, too small to be from a wolf's fangs, that was clearly infected. Pus had oozed from the wound, the scabbing process clearly delayed to the point of a stand still. It was almost a sickening sight but Lachesis began to pack snow onto the bite. The sudden cold on the tender spot must have startled the female as she jerked, a gasp shooting out of her jaw. Immediately the Baranski pressed himself closer, watching the gangly Arctic as he worked at cleansing the pus away from the now bleeding injury before his gaze darted to the side of the ebony wolf's face. At least she was awake now—barely.

Lachesis needed to return the woman to his den where his supplies were. The River leader nodded, slowly standing so that he may gaze down at the fallen wolf. “Okay miss, just relax,” he said loudly, hoping she'd hear him, “I'm going to try and lift you up.” It was risky, admittedly, but he'd be as gentle and slow as his bulky frame would allow. “Lachesis, could you go around to her other side?” He reached down tentatively, jaws parting so that he may grab onto her by her scruff. Once his hold was firmly established, Maksim slowly began to lift. She was thin, probably not eating well due to her injury, and so the task was not as difficult as he thought it was but by no means was it easy.

He shifted, slightly, hoping that she might be conscious enough to find her paws on solid ground and lean into him. He huffed against her ebony hairs, hoping that Lachesis would understand offer her support from the other side too. If not, he'd had to find a way to get her onto his back.

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While unusually large for his breed – due to his obnoxiously long legs – the ghost was by no means strong. So when the larger male asked the yearling to go around to the other side of the female he hesitated briefly, doubting his own capabilities. Giving himself a quick mental shake the boy obeyed his leader’s orders and shuffled to the dark loner’s side. Mirroring Maksim’s actions the boy grabbed onto the scruff that clung to her bones as determination settled in, fueling his movements. “You’re going to be okay,” he murmured softly to the female, pale eyes darting frantically over her slender form. Leaning his weight against the female he returned his gaze to his agouti-coloured leader with his ears flattened against his skull. “Ready?” He asked the male tentatively – the sooner they got her back to his den where his supplies were the sooner he could treat her. Her leg was bleeding considerably and Lachesis desperately wanted to apply some leaves or cobwebs to it in order to cease the bloodflow, but other than snow there was nothing within paws reach. While she was somewhat conscious XIX prayed that she would fully wake up soon; however, the longer she remained in the cold without some sort of treatment the deeper she would fall into an irreversible slumber. He waited for Maksim’s signal as he didn’t want to lurch forward unless the larger male was ready. His eyes remained focused on the female between them as a thin frown formed against his dark lips. Everything was going to be okay.

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