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RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Bevy - Jun 19 2015
It was horrifying, working on something so injured. How he was alive when Midas had so easily snuffed out the life of that monkey was absolutely astounding. She hated her wonder over it, closing her eyes as the poor sack of fur whimpered again, paws scrabbling uselessly on the floor. "Hold still," she begged, wishing that anyone, literally anyone else, was there and could help her. There was so much for her to do, and the blood was soaking her talons.
Shuttering, she managed to get the wound mostly clean. She had gotten the fur out of the way, carefully, keeping her feathers out of the way. She pulled back the blood soaked moss, trying not to gag on the taste, and wished she had brought more as she put it aside. Frightened, the bird returned to her supplies and got a collections of wide leaves, and began to patch up the Fisher's wounds. This part was easy, but she decided that if she was going to keep this up she had to make sure she wouldn't get sick too.
Calling on her magic, she immediately felt rejuvenated, like nothing could wiggle its way into her feathers and make her sick. Even with all this blood, she felt reassured. She kept applying the leaves-- the hard part would be making sure they stayed in place.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Fisher - Jun 20 2015
The bird was doing something to him. The pain. Red, hot, irrational pain. He growled, struggling to move through the air, thick as mud. And the pain, so much pain. There was nothing he could do though-- the pain was unending and it stretched him further than he should be stretched. Fire in his veins. Slowly, clarity came to him long enough to wriggle just enough, tilt his head up, to see what she was doing. His body was a canvas of green, along the flank. He brought a hind paw up and tried to kick at her, but she merely hopped back and spoke more misty, useless words.
Go away, he thought, or perhaps said, his blood stained teeth grinding against each other. His nostrils flared, the smell of damp forest and copper... copper like his eyes... metallic and sharp, flooding through his nose. He gagged on it, the overwhelming stench of his own wounds. His stomach churned, the world a blur of reds, browns, greens. The blood was brown, the floor was red, he was green. He wished he was dead not for the last time.
Again, she chirped in his ear and he wanted so badly to take her in his mouth and bite down until she screamed and fell limp. He dreamed, lucidly, that he killed her, yet he did not fall asleep. She was in his mouth and she was in his ears and she was by his side, healing him. Sleep would have been welcome. Unconsciousness. Death. Yet he remained awake, suffering through blind, unending pain.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Bevy - Jun 20 2015
He looked at Bevy, his eyes so wide she could see the whites in them. She stared at him for a moment, like a deer in the headlights. "Please, rest. Try not to move so much," she begged quietly, her words soft, scared. She was doing her best-- but now the worst was to come. He didn't seem to reply, just groaning instead, bearing his teeth at her. Blood dripped from his mouth-- he must have cut his tongue. She wished she could do something...
The gembound managed to get the strength to bring up his leg and kick at her. With a chirp of alarm, she jumped back, feathers fluttering. "I'm trying to help! Please-- you'll only make your wounds worse," she tried to explain to him, but he was in so much pain. Shivering, she went to the the larger leaves and the vines. She grabbed vines with her talons and a broad, long leaf in her beak and dragged them over. Taking a moment to judge her patient-- for now he seemed like he would remain still-- she approached slowly.
Right... Just had to not screw this up. So long as she could manage not to hurt him anymore, that'd be good... She hated the awful noises he was making. Taking a deep breath, she put the broad leaf over his wound, draped the vines over him... This was the hard part.
"I'm going to need you to move, okay?" She chirped, hopping over to his other side and began to nudge at him, hopping this wasn't going to make things worse.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Fisher - Jun 20 2015
There was a stabbing on his side. His far side-- his back. That was his back. It was hard to tell in the foggy, suffocating pain that surrounded his world. Her words whispered in his ear and he realized, distantly, that she was behind him now. He struggled, his paws churning through the air like mud, but eventually he managed to roll on to his other side to snap at her-- his side newly filled with pain. His heart stuttered, his muscles jittering, and he shook, trembling, for a great moment as his teeth flashed at her.
He saw pity in those brilliant, crimson eyes. His muscles his to control once again after a few seconds, he laid his head down on the cool ground. It was sticky. He was dimly aware, again, of the taste of blood. He forgot what anything else might taste like. He felt her on his side, tightening something, doing something weird. The side he laid on pulsed with pain, throbbing constantly. He wanted to get up, to move, but it was too much to even think about moving again. He simply whimpered, closing his eyes. He didn't care what she was doing any more.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Bevy - Jun 20 2015
The brown furred mess moved, rolling over. Relief flooded her for a moment, at least until he snapped his teeth at her and began to twitch in a way that made her skin crawl. Nothing should move like he moved. It was like some kind of sickness had taken hold for just a moment, making him convulse. She locked eyes with him until he stopped, laying still once more. She took a quiet, deep breath.
She had a job to do after all. Focusing, she grabbed the ends of the vines which had thankfully came around to her side, and began to tie them off with a talon and a beak. She had been practicing tying knots, and though it was slow going and difficult at first, she was starting to get the hang of it. Pride swelled in her tiny bird chest as she pulled away, observing the ties around the noodle. Hopefully that would hold the bandages in place... She didn't have much else to work with.
That was the worst wound, thought there were others. His rump had been scorched, so she supposed she should wash that off next. The pitohui bird flew back over to her blood-soaked moss and flinched at it. She needed something cleaner...
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Fisher - Jun 29 2015
Fisher felt a blanket of blackness melt like tar over his body. He was dimly aware of a tightening around his body, but the initial shock of pain was drifting into unconsciousness. He didn't know how much longer he could stay awake in the face of the pain. As much as he felt he couldn't pass out, he found time lapsing in the same span as not moving at all, and everything seemed to lose meaning to the gembound.
He coughed, blood and bile making his mouth burn, but he found he could manage to curl up into a ball and, finally, he found some strange feeling of comfort. Sleepiness drifted over him, soft words like a lullaby in his ears. The pain softened, lessened, until he could almost feel like he was alive when he held his breath-- every gasp for air set new, sharp stinging through his ribs, but when he didn't breathe he could almost relax.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Bevy - Jun 29 2015
Bevy glanced back at the injured gembound, noticing his small movements towards curling up, towards protecting his wounds. Perhaps he was getting better... She tilted her head and grabbed the coconut in a talon and hopped-dragged it over to him, letting a weak trickle of hope flicker into her voice. "See? It's already a lot better, huh? You should rest... Yes, rest. Sleep, I'll watch over you, okay?" She peeped softly, returning to her leaves.
She grabbed a small leaf with a shape that could hold water and began to trickle the coconut-y water on to it, and started to work on his other injuries. He needed rest, but he seemed so out of it she thought she could get away with continuing. She ran the water down his ear, before using the leaf to help cover the tear-- the sticky blood seemed to cling to the leaf well. She wished she could clean it up better-- but as long as she kept disease away with her magic, it would be okay.
She took a deep breath and tried to channel her magic, bring the clean white dots to her beak so she could try and encourage them into his smaller wounds-- but her magic failed her with a sputtering glisten from her gem. She sighed, nervousness was getting the better of her. She was exhausted.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Fisher - Jun 29 2015
Fisher felt cold wet trickle on his ears and he jolted slightly, ear flicking just out of instinct. He remembered those sharp teeth on his ears, the tearing pain as the canine pulled away. He still had his ear at least, he could still hear. He almost wanted to laugh, but the pain from breathing was enough for him to keep his jaw clamped tight, tail brushing his nose.
He felt the bird gently putting pressure on his ears and he was sure it should hurt, but for some reason it didn't. He didn't think or dwell on it, determined to fall asleep now. He nuzzled his head into his paws and begged for the blackness, the darkness, to take him to sleep. He didn't care if he dreamed about the awful whiteness full of yetis and dead barkfriends. He was so, so tired.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Bevy - Jun 29 2015
As Bevy worked, cleaning his minor wounds with water and, on occasion, trying to summon her strength for magic (which seemed to fail her more and more, to her chagrin), she noticed the fisher's breathing become less labored and more regular, soft and shallow but consistent. He had fallen asleep. For a moment she might have feared that he had died, but his chest moved up and down and he sometimes twitched at a touch-- but he didn't jerk anymore at every sore touch.
So the doctor decided it was time for a break. She sighed, exhausted, and plopped down by her coconut and tried to relax for a spell, catch a bit of rest herself. She knew she would have to fetch more water, and perhaps food, for the brown sack of fur, but she was ready to do whatever it took to make sure he recovered. It was her duty, her reason for being alive.
Quietly, a pair of tiny voices rose up in her mind and she couldn't help but laugh a soft, twinkling laugh at them. Say, you think he'll come home with us? Ratchie asked, getting a sharp retort-- scolding, even--, from that other voice, Why are you even bothering? He clearly is a reckless, stupid, foolish gembound. Waste of time!
Aw come on, I'm sure he's nice once you get to know him. "Yeah," she agreed with Ratchie, tucking her beak under her wing, settling down for just a few minutes of a nap. "I can't just leave him, anyway..."
I could.
RE: teach me to feel another's woe ;; - Fisher - Jun 29 2015
It seemed like no matter what Fisher did when he went to sleep, he would always dream. Again he was cast into the world of white, the fog of his home. Yet as he awoke in the world of mist, he found he was among somewhere familiar. He found, bizarrely, that he was at the edge of the water of Cetus, standing before the great lake that belonged to his father. Well, Noodle Dad wasn't really his father, but. Fisher knew the place well.
"Hello?"
He asked, his voice soft, timid. He did not have an offering for the great serpent of the misty cavern, he had nothing but himself. So when the great beast rose, his great finned and frilled head bursting from the water in a tidal wave, Fisher felt nothing but fear.
He knew how these dreams went. He would be eaten, at best. He hoped it would be quick.