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Post by Vivian Rose Michaels on Mar 19, 2013 18:21:33 GMT -5
E v e r y b o d y hurts some days
It's okay to be a f r a i d
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Everybody h u r t s , everybody screams
E v e r y b o d y feels this way
Pain burned like fire in one shoulder as Vivian ran for her life. She used her bad leg only because if she didn't, she would surely have been killed. Pain bloomed every time she moved, with every heartbeat and every breath. Hunters. At least two of them. That was all she knew.
Vivian wasn't sure how they had found her. She had been out hunting, letting her wolf out to run free and rejoice in the feel of mud on her paws. She didn't let her wolf run as much as they both would like anymore. What with, apparently, two rival packs in town, and even more strays than even she was used to, Vivian feared she may be attacked without provocation.
But today, she had come out to hunt. It wasn't the full moon, barely even half, but she was itchy and her wolf was impatient. Vivian, not one to deny her wolf much, agreed to let her out.
But hunters had been waiting for her. Or, if not her, than one of her kind. She had only seen two, but she had been in a panic. She had managed to maim one, maybe badly enough to kill or even turn him, but the other one had gotten off a shot before she could get away.
She was sure, though, that the second hunter had stopped to help his friend. It was what she would have done, anyway. But her wolf cared little for that, and ran flat out despite the burning pain.
Finally, she managed to control herself enough to slow. She whined, deep in the back of her throat and sniffed the air. Even if she was in human form, Vivian would not be able to get the bullet out herself. She needed help.
A scent stuck out to her. Cayden. She whined again, and started to limp, because now that she had stopped running her leg was useless, in his general direction until, at least, she found him.
The white wolf, part of her right flank covered in blood, whined again when she found Cayden. She whined, blue eyes glowing with pain and fear. She limped up to him, shaking and whimpering, and stared up at him, pleading for help.
And it's o k a y------------------------------------------------- [/color][/font][/size] Tag: CaydenWords: Don't feel like countingNotes: Help meCredit: Made by Jennifer of Caution!
Lyrics are Everybody Hurts
by Avril Lavigne. Steal and
I'll track you down and
beat you with a noodle. [/center] |
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Post by Cayden Thomas Murphy on Mar 22, 2013 21:34:18 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 526 ( TAGGED ) vivian ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden chewed on the corner of his rawhide, but his heart wasn't in it. There was too much on his mind. Aria, for one. News of the government in town for another. His mother, his brother, Rufus being back in the Walizi pack, Jason and Connie's relationship, his own... experiments. The dream he'd had hadn't helped that in the least. He shook his head, trying to clear it. One thought at a time would be nice, but his mind was like a beehive, his thoughts buzzing and chasing each other around and around. It was enough to nearly make him dizzy. One thing at a time. He had to keep reminding himself of that. Top priority was the government issue, as far as the pack was concerned. Lay low and don't do anything stupid. That was a general rule, but now it was even more important.
Cayden walked slowly through the woods, letting his thoughts circle around. It wasn't like he could stop them anyway. That's when he heard a noise behind him. He turned and looked, but the underbrush was still too thick for him to see anything useful. After scenting the air, he frowned. A scent he could almost identify, but laced with blood and silver. That wasn't good. He started moving before he thought it all the way through, going to help whoever it was that needed it. The scent tickled the back of his memory, but he couldn't put an identity to it. It wasn't until he saw her that he knew who she was. Vivian. The stray who liked shiny things... and she was bleeding.
Cayden went down to his knees immediately when Vivian approached, his hands going directly to her wound. It smelled of blood, silver, and sweat. "Damn it, Vivian." His heart was racing. He didn't have any medical training. He'd never taken a bullet out of someone before despite the number of times he, himself, had been shot. And he knew it was excruciating. It was surprising to him that Vivian had even found him. He looked into her eyes and could see the pain there. But he still didn't know what to do. He just knew the bullet needed to come out before it slowly poisoned her. "Okay... okay..." He looked around for something, anything he could use to help him. Something that wouldn't just hurt her more.
Spotting a tree that had already been stripped of bark, either from age or weather, Cayden knelt down in front of it and started carving. A stick wouldn't work. It was too unsanitary. Something smooth, though, could give him the leverage he'd need. And so he very carefully clawed at the tree, trying to gouge out something that looked vaguely like a pencil. It didn't take long, then he turned back to Vivian. "Believe me. I know how much pain you're in. And this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch... but maybe it'll help in the end because that bullet needs to come out." He knelt down next to her. "Be still and nod when you're ready." |
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Post by Vivian Rose Michaels on Mar 23, 2013 11:15:43 GMT -5
E v e r y b o d y hurts some days
It's okay to be a f r a i d
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Everybody h u r t s , everybody screams
E v e r y b o d y feels this way
Vivian whined when Cayden fell to his knees next to her. She leaned against him as he put his hands near the wound in her shoulder and she shook. Part of it was fear, but most of it was pain and exhaustion. It was her best guess that she had run miles to find him, but she honestly wasn't sure. All she knew was that there was pain, and she needed help getting rid of it.
When he stood up and started carving something out of a nearby tree, she just laid down on her good side and watched him, whining. When he came back over with a pencil-sized stick of wood, she just watched him warily. She knew he needed to do it, knew it had to be done before the silver poisoned her. But now her human half was wishing he'd just taken her to the pack house where someone else could have done this.
She whined, and Vivian reached out to her wolf and grasped control firmly. The last thing she wanted was her wolf to attack Cayden for trying to help her. She blinked at Cayden, and wiggled into a spot that would be easier for her to control herself. Finally, she nodded, and put her nose under one paw so she wouldn't have to look. Her whole body was tense and shaking, but she couldn't help that. She just wanted this pain to be over with.
And it's o k a y------------------------------------------------- [/color][/font][/size] Tag: CaydenWords: Don't feel like countingNotes: Help meCredit: Made by Jennifer of Caution!
Lyrics are Everybody Hurts
by Avril Lavigne. Steal and
I'll track you down and
beat you with a noodle. [/center] |
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