I don't think this is living [M] [Archived]

[Medievarad]

Sunrise. I have to make it to sunrise. Tears gathered in Usagi's eyes as crawled forward. Pained by the rough ground. The spiky thorns and pointy branches. Walking was a thing she was too exhausted for. A trail of blood was left behind by her cawling. And stark naked as she was, the wounds only grew brigger with each thorn that was hooked in her flesh. Or it tore a brand new one.

With a soft breath, she reached a clearing in the woods, raising her hand to the rising sun. Smiling faintly. She made it. There was nothing she achieved here. Just a goal she had set for herself in this maddened and weakened state. If she could make it to sunrise, she could make it. And she kept telling herself that.

A slow shiver pulled thriugh her body and she slumped down to the floor, drifting into unconciousness.

[DragonSong]

Blood. Puck picked up the scent easily, head jerking up and tilting to the side as he frowned in some combination of curiosity and concern, though the latter wasn't nearly as prevalent.

Jumping down from his perch in one of the higher branches of an oak, he took the form of a small wildcat and followed the scent.

The fae creature almost tripped over the injured woman, and his eyes went wide. Great spirits, how was she even still alive.

Was she alive? He bent to sniff at her face, listening carefully and nodding to himself when he heard a heartbeat, faint but there. Puck nudged at her hand.

[Medievarad]

Her eyes shot open and widened as she felt the nudge against her hand. She immediatly curled up in a fetal position, sobbing faintly. "Please.. No.more.." She sobbed.softly as she hugged her knees, shivering in fear. Eyes squinched shut. "Don't hurt me," she begged with several weak sobs.

[DragonSong]

Puck's eyes narrowed in concern and he nudged her hand again gently, then flicked his tongue out to rasp over her skin, starting to purr deep in his chest. He'd noticed humans tended to like the sound of a cat's purr.

Trying to get a better look at the girl's injuries, he nudged his head against her cheek in an attempt to get her to uncurl a little.

[Medievarad]

Usagi sobbed softly as she looked up to the rasping tongue and the purr. Her red eyes faint and lifeless. Obviously in physical and mental pain.

She held her hand out weakly for Puck, leaning back slightly. Her woundsbmore visible now. A plethora  of thorns still stuck inside her skin. The other, bigger wounds didn't seem deep, infoicted purely for pain, and not to kill her. Several whiplashes on ribcage and back.

[DragonSong]

The fae creature gave a rumbling growl and nosed her shoulder. Tail swishing back and forth, he tried to push her up into a sitting position, rasping his tongue over her shoulder comfortingly.

If he could at least get her moving, maybe he could guide her to someone who could help. He wasn't a great healer, but he knew enough of herblore to make sure she'd survive long enough to get real help, at least.

[Medievarad]

Usagi softly tried to push his head away. She was too weak to sit up. The pain was crippling. While the only danger the wounds posed was becoming infected or succumbing to bloodless, they merely were flesh wounds. Even with a limited herblore knowledge, she'd live through it.

"Go on.. Kitty cat.. Don't.. B.. Bother.." She murmured weakly as her raised hand slumped back down against the floor.

[DragonSong]

Puck huffed at her and pressed his head into her hand, then slipped away to twine around her, rubbing up against her back and purring again.

He'd seen animals like this, wounded and scared and ready to give up. While it was heartbreaking enough watching a deer succumb to such a fate, he knew he couldn't leave the girl, not if he could do something to help her.

C'mon, get up, he thought, wishing he had the ability of telepathy that some of his kind possessed.

[Medievarad]

She let out a soft sob as she curled up against the touch again, curling up ever so slightly. "Please.. Don't hurt me.." She murmured faintly under her breath.

[DragonSong]

Okay, she wasn't going to move. He'd have to think of something else then. Puck purred louder and  leaned up on his back paws to lick at her cheek comfortingly, then pressed her back to encourage her to lay down again.

Taking a few steps away, he gave a soft meow and nudged his head against her leg, then bounded back into the forest. Once he was out of sight, he took bird form and soared away to find a clearing he knew of that had a fair amount of dock and a few other herbs he thought would fight infection.

[Medievarad]

Only a soft shiver went down her spine at the lick. And she just underwent it, closing her eyes. Usagi's lip quivered softly, her body trembling in fear, not even registering the ither touches Puck made.

Even not the mewl or nudge on her back made her move.

[DragonSong]

Gathering the herbs he'd thought she'd need, Puck winged his way back to where he'd left the girl. He landed and paused a moment, debating, then took cat form again. She was obviously traumatized, but she'd seemed to accept the cat well enough. He didn't want to risk scaring her off.

Padding back toward her, he dropped the leaves by her head and nuzzled into her neck, trying to get her to at least perk up a bit so he could get at her wounds.

[Medievarad]

She looed downbat the cat again. She had seen this critter somewhere before. She felt a fuzzy head againdt her chin and closed her eyes, before she tipped sidewards, having slipped into unconciousness.

[DragonSong]

Well. This wasn't ideal. Sighing, Puck took his human form, looking down at the girl. "Please don't wake up," he muttered as he grabbed a handful of the leaves and started crushing them into a sort of paste, spreading them over her cuts.

[Medievarad]

She indeed didn't seem to wake up. Having fallen asleep due to sheer exhaustion. With those wounds, she had to be very tired to just dift off like that. She stirred at his touches letting out soft, scared whimpers.

[DragonSong]

"Shh, shh," Puck soothed automatically, turning her onto her side to get at the wounds on her back. not really knowing what else to do, he started to sing softly, a faerie song that was usually used to lead wanderers in the woods astray, but he managed to make it almost comforting.

Her wounds cleaned and healed to the best of his ability, Puck leaned back and let his voice drop to a hum, then a purr as he shifted to his cat shape again, curling up against her back.

[Medievarad]

It did seem to have some of the desired effect as she settled slightly. She looked so small and fragile in this state. Naked, vulnerable, wounded, frail. It was hard to imagine she was a professional killer as she sat there.

After an hour, a cold shiver woke Usagi from her shallow rest. She looked down to see her wounds tended to, arching a weak eyebrow.

[DragonSong]

The fae creature felt her stir and raised his head, chirping a questioning, "Mrrow?" He sniffed. The scent of blood had lessened some, at least.

[Medievarad]

She glanced down at the cat, before closing her eyes again. "Did you rescue me, mister kitty cat?" She inquired weakly. Not sure why qhe expected a cat to answer that.

[DragonSong]

Though cat's couldn't smirk, Puck gave her his best effort and nodded quite distinctly. Leaning forward to sniff at her, he rubbed his head against her arm, then her side as he tried to subtly check her wounds.