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Topic Started: Apr 17 2015, 12:01 PM (366 Views)
TheCheeseWhiz
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Stop picking, Arask snarled, grinding his teeth together in agitation. His blue-orange eyes rolled upward, locking onto his handler's bored face. Ara glanced at him, but continued to fiddle with the bulky cast that encased her right hand. The bones ached. Numbweed only worked skin deep.

"You stop picking," was the bluehandler's response, not nearly half as snappy as she had intended it to be. The great blue head in her lap shifted, bumping her chest. Ara immediately stiffened, flicking Arask's nose with her good hand. "Stop fidgeting. You're going to pop your stitches." That was a constant fear of hers. While she did not understand the majority of healer jargon, the word hemorrhage was at the forefront of her mind whenever she took a look at the awful, puckered lacerations that were stitched shut on her bonded's neck and throat.

Arask grunted, his tail lashing as his head and neck stilled. He kneaded at his bed of blankets, claws digging into the thick fabric. Girl no move. Arask can move. Arask want do. No lay. Do. Both wher and handler were feeling the intense boredom of recovery. They were third officers; Steel Squad needed them. At the very least, there was bound to be some sort of work that they could do.

"I know." Ara sighed, scratching her blue's headknob. Arask's tail thumped once, replacing the hums of pleasure that he would have normally made. Humming did not agree with his throat at the moment. Stretching her legs out, Ara glanced towards the open door of their quarters. "Maybe we could go for a walk. Get you some food." Healing was taking a lot of energy from Arask; he was hungrier than normal these days. A slow, careful walk would do them good. Even if it was just around the wherhandlers' barracks.

Will do. For now. Arask want fight. With great caution, Arask hauled himself to his feet. Ara watched with baited breath, eyes on his neck. At the smallest drop of ichor, she was ready to force him back down and call a healer. Thankfully, there was no need. Not this time. Girl stupid. Arask fine. Come.

Ara had to smile. She had been afraid, after the battle, when Arask had kept repeating his love for her. Maybe his return to normalcy was a good sign. Of course it is. Laying her broken hand on Arask's shoulder, Ara nodded towards the door. The bluepair ambled out into the hall, both wishing that they could just run. "Soon, Arask. We're going to be wrestling in no time."


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Bloody business, healing was. Bloodier business since Tyrnan was still learning the sharding craft and had been thrown into the support squad when the Weyr went after the holdless. He'd made it clear that his intent was to be a field medic. Quick. Dirty. Stop the bleeding, bandage up the living ones, and get them back for the real Healers to deal with. Well, he'd done plenty of that in the desert. Not like he had the "delicate touch" necessary or whatever the shards "bedside manner" meant. Needless to say, the woman who was training him during his frequent visits to the Weyr was less than thrilled, and he couldn't say any different.

As much as he'd deny it, Tyrnan knew that Tyrsk was his saving grace.

The blood hadn't a mean bone in his body, and he kept Tyrnan busy enough for three people. When he could be stirred. Just then, the wher sprawled across his couch, perfectly content to lie and burble in his own drool. Well, it was dusk, which meant it was time to wake the poor beast up. Barely awake himself, Tyrnan stretched and felt his back pop in a few places. Oddly enough, wherhandling was so far easier on his body than mining had ever been. Assuming he didn't have to roll his wher awake. Sharding thing might be a blood and a leggy one at that, but he was heavy. Like rolling a runner with wings and a lot more teeth. Sharper too. Not that Tyrsk ever used them aside from eating.

And holding onto his couch.

Nooooo! Tyrsk sleep! Tyrsk sleep!

"Nope! Time ta move, mate, Got stuff ta do, blokes ta heal." Tyrnan grunted and shoved his shoulders against Tyrsk's, bracing his feet on the wall. "Shards, Tyrsk, what did ya eat?"

Her'beast, wherry, wherry, porcine...

"Ya pig."

No! Tyrsk Tyrsk! Tyrsk wher!

"Hate ta tell ya, ya are what ya eat, mate," Tyrnan said with a final shove. The comedy of his fall and Tyrsk rolling onto his back was totally lost on the pair. The handler caught his breath and Tyrsk whined, pawing the air. "Shards, ya'd never know ya were fully grown," he muttered and groaned while sitting up. Pushing to his feet, Tyrnan grabbed one of the blood's flailing paws and pulled. "Come on, pudge. Time ta go."

Tyrsk Tyrsk. Not pudge, the wher burbled in protest but finally did roll over and to his feet. He shook himself all over, starting with his head and ending with his hind foot. Yep. Tail went before foot. Tyrnan never understood it. Tyrsk get food? he asked hopefully as they headed out.

"Ya just ate four beasts yesterday," Tyrnan reminded him.

No...not beasts. One her'beast, wherry, wherry, porcine.

"Oh. Pardon my mistake."

Tyrsk forgive.

An impolite snort was all Tyrnan had time for before Tyrsk noticed someone else in the hall and immediately headed in that direction. Though he bounded quickly, the blood had at least enough sense to slow down and practically creep along, head and tail submissively low.

Blue hurt? Tyrsk's help! Tyrsk's help good!

"No, no, Tyrsk's not help," the handler interrupted when he'd caught up, giving the blue and his handler an apologetic smile.

Tyrsk's no want help?! shocked Tyrsk as he stared at his bonded. Which only made Tyrnan run a hand over his hair and plead with the ceiling for patience and perhaps lightning to strike him down and end the embarrassment of a friendly, talkative wher.

"Pretty sure she'd want a trained Healer, Tyrsk. Remember what the pretty lady said last time." He gave the bluehandler another apologetic--and rueful and maybe slightly desperate--smile.

Oh! Yeah! Pretty-herb-lady like Tyrsk! Not like Tyrsk's yet, Tyrsk help!

"My apologies, miss," Tyrnan finally addressed the bluehandler directly, resting a restraining hand on his wher's shoulder when Tyrsk wanted to go sniff the blue's wound because it looked too hot. "Haven't managed ta teach him a filter yet."

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TheCheeseWhiz
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Arask stiffened, glancing over his shoulder with some difficulties. His neck ached from the movement, but he ignored it for the moment. Nostrils flared, he sniffed at the air. Moments later, as Tyrnan and Tyrsk emerged from their quarters, the blue made a grumbling sound in his throat. Ara glanced at him, eyebrows raised. "What?" She knew that particular sound, knew what it meant even without their mental bond. Arask was growing annoyed, and rapidly. It only took moments for Ara to realize why. Unbidden, a smile twitched her lips as she slid a more composed expression onto her face. Don't think about ignoring them. We will say hello. Tyrnan and Tyrsk weren't in Steel Squad, but that didn't mean that she and Arask did not owe them basic courtesy. Especially as Tyrsk was approaching them and calling out to Arask.

Girl. The single word contained a hint of a rare whine. He and Ara exchanged a look, stern on Ara's part and surly on Arask's. Eventually, the blue dipped his chin ever-so-slightly, stopping in his tracks and turning around. His upper lip twitched, but the blood's submissive stance appeased him. Despite the fact that Tyrsk, as a blood, was higher in the color ranking than he was, Arask understood the troop's ranking. He knew where respect was due.

Arask, Ara warned silently. Arask's new dominant side still caught her off-guard, and she sometimes wondered what Jerund had been thinking when he had promoted them almost a Turn ago. He couldn't have known, she supposed, returning Tyrnan's smile with a tight-lipped one of her own. "Tyrnan, Tyrsk." It was difficult to repress a chuckle when the bloodpair began to confer. Tyrsk was an endearing wher, truly.

Arask expelled a great puff of air from his nostrils, holding his head as high as he could. Despite the irritated coloration in his eyes, he refrained from snarking at Tyrsk, though he did take a step back. Distance between him and the whelp wouldn't hurt. He leaned possessively against his Girl's side, as if daring either the other wher or the man to threaten her. That was another recent problem; since the desert battle, Arask had become much more protective and wary. When she had asked him to explain why, he had simply said, Arask almost lose Girl. Not again. Never.

It was still irksome. Scratching the shoulder of his near wing, Ara raised her good hand, as if to cut off Tyrnan's apologies. "It's fine, Tyrnan," she assured him. Arask grunted at that, but continued to be silent. Ara smiled at Tyrsk, an amused gleam in her eyes. "Arask is fine, Tyrsk. He's being taken care of very well." Perks of being...friends? Are we just friends? I think we are....with a healer.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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Tyrsk was completely oblivious to the blue's foul mood. Well, maybe not completely oblivious. He did keep his head low and his wings tucked in, though he raised his head curiously when Arask took a step away. Tyrsk almost followed, but his bonded's hand on his shoulder became heavy, and the blood stayed where he was. He whined softly, though, and Tyrnan rolled his eyes.

Faranth save him from Tyrsk's curiosity.

At least it hadn't lost Tyrnan points yet. Maybe with Arask but not with his handler. Now there was a rare happenstance. Ever since coming to the Hold, Tyrnan had done an excellent job of alienating himself despite every intention otherwise. The fact Ara hadn't already turned around and told him to bugger off was refreshing. Maybe he wasn't the same monster he'd been anymore.

Arask...fine? the blood questioned, wrapping his mind around the new word. He looked at Tyrnan for confirmation.

"Yes, Arask is fine. It means he's not broken," he explained in terms Tyrsk would understand, and judging by his long-suffering tone, he'd done it often.

But--

"Would his own bonded lie to ya?" Tyrnan glanced over at Ara, desperately hoping she'd play along. Tyrsk didn't bother. Instead, he just watched Tyrnan, contemplated what he said, and gave a little dejected huff.

Tyrsk no think so.

"Sometimes he tries to be too helpful," Tyrnan chuckled ruefully, giving his wher a rub along his spine. Tyrsk tried not to move, not liking being corrected in front of someone, but he succumbed a moment later, arching his neck into Tyrnan's hand. "Someone got ya good from the looks of it. Ya really doin' alright?"

Maybe being bonded to an overly friendly wher was smoothing out his rough edges.

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It means he's not broken. Ara's chest tightened, and she gave her blue a quick look. Her eyes raked down his neck, stopping on each and every suture that she could see. No, her wher was not broken. Almost. He had come so very, very close to being broken. As had she. But they had lived. Arask was alive...and looking at her as if she had gone mad. Ara blinked, avoiding his knowing and disgusted gaze. Shut up.

Arask no say.

You didn't have to.

Tyrsk's talk to Girl. Sound smart.

Ara blinked again, composing herself in time to catch Tyrnan's question. "Ah, yes. I would never lie about Arask's health, Tyrsk. If he were not all right, we would be in the infirmary at this very moment." The lie was smooth, but a lie nonetheless. Both woman and blue wher knew that Arask would balk at the idea of returning to the infirmary unless his injuries were life-threatening. Smiling down at the blood, Ara nodded to show Tyrnan that she had heard him. "Over-helpful isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Arask growled as their injuries were mentioned. He did not particularly enjoy the reminder that he had been bested in combat. Ara scratched at his shoulder blade, her thoughts calming. "The battle with Terema's bandits was not kind to anyone." The fingers of her broken hand twitched. Arask flexed his own right paw in sympathy for the itch that had overtaken the covered flesh. "We will live to resume our duties as soon as possible."


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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