...Was sex like all humans ever thought about?!
Giving a pained hiss of annoyance, wounded or not, Yarra would have shoved Whiskle out of his lap if she hadn't gotten up first. Damn woman! "In your dreams!" he grumbled, wincing and slapping his tail irritably against the ground so it made a nice, rhythmic thumping sound. She'd only ended up in his lap because he hadn't wanted to land on top of her--he was tall and all muscle, with the extra bonus of a powerful tail, so he <I>really wasn't light at all; he'd probably end up crushing her. Why did humans have to take everything in such a...perverted way? Damn.
Snorting up at her, he averted his eyes as she effectively flashed him, his lip curled in a mixture of pain and annoyance so that one fang poked out. "Yes, I know..." he said dryly, wincing as he tried to shift his injured leg. "You left nothing for the imagination earlier. I'm just surprised you're...a female." He lifted an eyebrow, then frowned deeply at her, disapprovingly. Oh no, he hadn't forgotten that stunt she'd pulled...and he was still pissed off about it. Licking his tail...what the hell?! As though remembering that, he stopped beating up the ground with his tail and instead curled it alongside his body, where he could keep it in his view.
He didn't want anymore hands or tongues on it, thanks!
Grumping to himself as Whiskle went off to...do whatever, he shifted a little onto his side and reached a hand down to feel at his leg, then grimaced in pain. Damn, that hurt. But, he had to get it out. He flexed his fingers, stalling, and then lightly touched the arrow shaft again, clenching his jaw. Then, slowly, he wrapped his hand around it, clenched his jaw, and--
Whiskle returned with a little bottle and started going off about how he was poisoned.
Oh...the arrow.
Great.
Yarra sighed loudly and picked the bottle up, looking it over suspiciously. He wasn't too worried about the poison, considering Drygans were a bit tougher in that regard, but...even if he wouldn't die from it, that didn't mean he wouldn't get violently ill, and with his injury, his immune system might be a bit weaker. Of course, the antidote he was being offered might also be a poison; after all, she'd wanted to kill Drygans.
Yet...she didn't even really have to use a poison to kill him right now. He couldn't move with his leg right now, and already he could feel the effects of the poison, making him feel sluggish, a little dazed. If she had wanted to, that knife she had would have done the trick right now, and it would have been far faster, for surely if she had contact with Drygans she would know the poisoning was relatively ineffective. Besides, there was an odd look on her face as he looked over at her kneeling form, a strange softness to her.
She looked sincere...
Still he waited, watching her critically, until she pulled out a bottle and drank for herself.
And it wasn't because he was suspicious of her motives that he waited. Nah. Her drinking from another bottle would have proven nothing about the safety of his own. He just wanted to...well...make sure she had an antidote for herself before he also drank. After all, he would live through this, antidote or not, though at least with the antidote he wouldn't have to suffer the unpleasant effects.
After she'd drank, he popped the lid of his own bottle, titled his head back, and drank it down like it was a shot of liquor. Then he tossed the bottle aside, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and arched an eyebrow at Whiskle. She was different, that was certain, but why? She'd wanted to kill him, and now suddenly she'd turned over a new leaf and was trying to help him? Huh. Maybe there was just...something weird going on in that head of hers that he couldn't see.
Maybe she'd come to realize, finally, that not all Drygans were her adoptive father.
Whatever the case was, some change had come over her in a short amount of time and Yarra was pretty convinced that humans generally made no sense.
"Thanks..." he said slowly as Whiskle smiled at him, and managed to muster up a small smile of his own, even if it was a pained one. "But...I still don't know your name, I don't think..."
That was when Kit came over, and as soon as the words "I could" exited her mouth, he hissed and curled his tail protectively around his injured leg. Haha, no. She wasn't touching his leg! No one was! "I'll do it, thanks!" he said firmly, glaring at the girl in warning. He had an animal's mentality on the subject of injuries; if he was injured, only he would touch his wounds! No one else! He didn't trust anyone else to do it, and somewhere in that odd head of his he figured it would somehow hurt less if he did it himself.
Kit was right, though. It had to come out.
And he was really not looking forward to taking it out.
Oh well.
Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he clamped his teeth down and paused, taking a deep breath. Screw taking it out slowly. Exhaling, he tightened his fingers around the arrow and yanked it out in one quick, smooth motion, ripping the flesh and dripping blood along the ground.
There was a moment of silence, Yarra's face completely blank as he stared at the bloody arrow-head, watching the blood bead at the arrow's point before dropping to the ground and sinking into the soil, and then...
"FUUUCK!"
He dropped the arrow and wrapped both arms around his injured leg before falling back onto his back and rolling around in agony, eyes closed and teeth bared in a pained snarl. Holy Gods! He didn't care how ridiculous he probably looked now! That hurt! He shouted a few more unintelligible curses as he clutched his leg and waited for the pain to normalize to more...tolerable levels, and he finally wound up curled in a ball on his side with his face pressed against the ground, panting with his hands pressing down on his leg to stop the bleeding. Ow. Ow. Ow. Shit. Somewhere in it all he heard Kit's question and, he managed a harsh snort, a bit of dust billowing up from his breath.
"Rrgh..." Wait...that...wasn't a word. But all the words seemed to be caught in his throat, pain numbing his brain. Coughing as he inhaled dust and then sneezing, he turned his head a little and frowned up at Kit. "Just...ask...HER," he managed to spit out.
And that was about all the talking her could do at the moment. Because "ow" was about the only thing on his mind. And, truth be told, he was just as confused as anyone, anyway.