RP:Blood on the Ice
This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.
Summary: Quintessa and Laharl fight over Karasu's affections. Quintessa losses it and poisons Laharl with vampire blood, but she feels really bad about it and takes him home to neutralize the poison. Crisis averted!
Amazing View
The view here is outstanding, and as you gaze out over the edge you can see various familiar places in the distance, such as the sage forest and the Xalious mountains below where you would believe the mines are nearly located close to Melbane. Keeping your footing you may travel along the cliff to the west, or head north.
Laharl licks Quintessa all over.
Quintessa shouted, "Sit boy!!"
Laharl is slammed into the ground from an unseen force around his neck, he grumbled in irritation. “I’m gonna do it again”
Quintessa crossed her arms, her foot tapping in the snow, "A glutton for punishment, huh?"
Laharl rolls over and grins helplessly. “Maybe?”
Quintessa walks over to where he lie, her mismatched eyes staring down at him. "I don't get it. What do you have that I don't? Why dose she..." She trials off, grumbling under her breath about never being noticed.
Laharl licks his legs up then throws them back down and hops up with apparent ease from being flat on his back. Silently he walks over and plops a hand lightly atop her head. “I’m nothing special... I have no idea. At best I’m a bumbling fool with some furry parts.” He flashed a smile wondering silently why her being sad makes him sad
Quintessa purses her lips at Laharl as he places his hand upon her head. "Bumbling fool? Sounds about right." She sighs, the fire in her eyes fading away. "Maybe that's the issue... I'm too hard. Too scary. Nobody will ever feel safe around me..."
Laharl grins and can’t hold back the little smile that tugs at his lips. “Maybe, but being a little scary if you. Though maybe soften just a little but not to soft. And I’m not scared of you. That has to count for something”
Quintessa smirks, "That's because fools don't know when to be afraid. If only you knew about the things I've done you might change your mind about me."
Laharl ‘a grin only widens at that. “What’s happened happened and we can change it, what matters most is what we are doing to make it better.” He ruffles her hair a little “but I’m just a fool of a wolf what do I know?” He gives a helpless shrug but keeps that big doofy grin on his face.
Quintessa laughs a loud, cruel laugh, her wicked aura expanding as a black mist around her. "That's the thing, I'm not done yet. I still have many to slaughter in the name of the Mage's Guild and I'm sure after this extermination I'll be tasked with killing more innocents. That seems to be the way of the world; Those with power task others with their dirty work and then reap the reward." She grimaces, disgusted with herself. "When I was child I dreamed of being free from the oppression on the elites. Now look at me. I've become a tool for the powerful."
Laharl did seems to be effected the dark aura and the deepening mist, in fact he seemed more annoyed than anything else. “Wartime will do that to many, but I can’t say anything about the mages guild. Not part of it... not really interested right now of being in it. But I do know the war with the lizards. And it’s close to your tower.” Letting his hands slip to rest on his hips he leaned in a little closer. “And are you a member of its guild or its slave? Can you say no? If not that makes you a slave and the guild is not a guild but a slave ring.”
Quintessa frowns, her eyes drifting to the snow as her aura fades away. "I could always refuse," she says, a solemn tone taking over, "But then I'd never advance. I'd remain an apprentice and forever be held back from learning the things I really want to." A smoldering anger now built up inside her, her aura returning like a hot ember. "They don't respect my power! They think I'm too young, too inexperienced. I'll show them, even if I have to defeat all the other apprentices to show my superiority. Even if I have to fight my best friend."
Laharl was fine with her words, standing up for yourself was something that would advance a person both in who they are and typically their profession as the higher ups would see it as a desire to grow stronger. But when she started about the other apprentices, about fighting her best friend the smile on his face suddenly faded. The area would steadily warm until it started to reach into blistering heat as if the whole of the place was amidst a wildfire. But it would radiate from the wolf. The snow immediately around him was already melted away, a ring steadily growing of sodden melted snow. “Hurt Karasu and you will experience the depths of my rage...” the warning was simple and to the point. His eyes normally playful, bright now where cold, piercing as his teeth gritted.
Quintessa grins an evil grin as the area heats up, her hand moving to the hilt of her katana, "A threat?" she muses, her aura expanding outward from her body several meters as her instinct took over. The black mist hung over both of them, dimming the light from the sun and producing a heavy pressure down on anything living within it. The heat was uncomfortable, but her constant training with fire magic made her used to such extremes. "Karasu means more to me than you could ever understand," she claims, her voice distorted and eerie as her dark magic consumes her. "I loved her first and I won't tolerate any lip from some new plaything of hers!" She steps forward, preparing to strike in the ancient Iaijutsu style. "Dydd Iau streic!" she calls as she draws her sword, enchanting the blade with electricity right before she aims an attack right for his torso with enough force to cut him in two. It was a simple attack, one that was possible to avoid, but she was mostly making a point, not trying to kill him.
Laharl was a little impressed she didn’t balk as his slipped rage didn’t cow her, she’s a rare one then. She even answered with her own dark aura and this he respected. He looked around slowly as the dark mist she released created a heavy pressure wound him, she was that kind of mage then. “Funny how she means so much but you just threatened her.” His voice eerily calm for the current setting. She drew and her blade crackled with electricity. His hands dropped his his blades as she struck, the slid free in a instant, his movements fluid and practiced over years. He wasn’t going to dodge her. There was a flash of light before her katana was caught in his crossed falchions, the lightening of her enchantment licking and crackling against the lightening he ran through his own blades. He didn’t push her back nor did he press her. Looking between the flashes of combatting enchantments he growled. “I’m not trying to take her away!” He takes a step in and pushes her back with raw strength, their swords giving a shriek of metal with the act. “If I’m just a plaything so be it! But it makes her happy and that’s what I care about.” He makes no press to attack her. Not yet that is.
Quintessa pushes back with all her strength but she couldn't quite match the Lycan's, much less overpower him. She growls back, her sharp teeth bared just Laharl's had been. "I'll never let anyone take her away!" Underneath the anger in her voice was a hint at the deep sadness and loneliness she felt. She didn't know what it felt like to be loved by anyone. "B-but why you?" her strength was failing her, and she knew it, "She told me she hated lycans, that they weren't even people!" She quickly adjusts her grip on her katana and slides down and out of the sword lock, her lithe frame dancing around the lycan until she was behind him. She readies a second attack but doesn't commit, instead letting her blade hang between them in a defensive stance. "I- I can make her happy! If only she gave me a chance!" There is obvious pain in her words now.
Laharl spun on his heels to follow his smaller opponent as she darted around him, his blades snapping up once again crossed ready for her to press an attack, it never came. As she pleaded the lightening enchantment he had laced his swords with silenced. Though he continued to hold the blades up in a crossed mid guard his stance still ready if she comes at him again, he wasn’t going to press an attack but he wasn’t going to allow one either. “I don’t know... I can’t give you the answers because I’m not Karasu. We met she punched me a few times and we started to spend time together.” His guard dipped slightly as he started to realize the depths as well as the reason of the sorrow. “Does she know how you feel towards her?”
Quintessa was quivering with rage up until the point he asked if Karasu knows how she feels about her and her katana lowers slightly as her resolve falters, "I... I..." the spell that enchanted her blade faded away as her sadness came to show itself in the changeling's eyes, "I told her I was falling in love with her," she admitted, tears beginning to form in her eyes, "And she seemed to acknowledge it but..." She thought back to the day she said something to the half-feline, the day they spoke about her father, Kaaname and the cursed birthmark on her neck. "I don't think she feels the same." Her hands became weak and it took everything she had not to drop her sword and break down into tears before him. Inside of Quintessa was a storm of different emotions. Sadness, anger, jealously, guilt, regret, longing. It was impossible for her to keep track of them and her aura shuddered and spiked with these different feelings. Even a non-empath would be able to feel it swirling around them. "Why would she? I'm a horrible swamp monster!" Now self-loathing was mixed into the cocktail, the grip around her sword tightening again.
Laharl knew well the horrid downward spiral the changing was starting down. He was no impath but he felt well enough her anguish, partially for being there before and partially because with what he is emotion was easy enough for him to read. His tail flicked as the tips of his blades droop for a moment before flicking back up. “I see no swamp” he growls at her. The sudden hash words meant to cut through the deepening haze of depression. “If you are a swamp monster where is your swamp?” He claps his falchions together suddenly then each blade igniting in a brilliant blue flame. Draw her back from the edge, he though to himself, or she will never come back. “If you want her, fight for her... I’m the one taking her away from you correct?” If she goes to far... he will lose another. “The stinking wolf Laharl Mesaru is stealing your friend and your love... do something” his blades go wide, the man holding close to a t pose the tips of his burning blades up to the sky. “What say you to that... Quintessa of the black pond” a smug little grin crossing his face, he couldn’t solve her problems this moment, he couldn’t answer all of her question, he could only offer an outlet.
Quintessa was overwhelmed for a moment, the riptide inside of her sounding like a loud buzzing sound as her thoughts raced through her head. 'You should end it,' her thoughts told her, 'Destroy your final monster. Become the hero Karasu will love. End yourself.' but the self-loathing was soon pushed out of way by her sadness. 'Not even that will endear you to her. She only talks to you because she feels sorry for you. Killing yourself would just make her hate you more.' She knew it wasn't true but she couldn't stop the invasive whispers. 'All of this is his fault.' The last thought broke through, louder than the rest, then everything was still and quiet. The emotion drained from her face as her posture straightened up, and the swirling vortex of emotion swiftly changed from a chaotic mixture to a cold, static, bloodlust. "What do I have to say?" her voice came out in monotone, her left had reaching into her cloak for something. "I've been researching werewolves," she said, pulling out a vial of blood, "And I am aware of two weaknesses. One is silver and the other..." She smashed it against the blade of her sword, smearing the entire length of it in the toxic substance. "Is vampire blood." With her weapon prepped she finally allowed some emotion to show as she chuckled low and darkly. "Karasu isn't some prize to be won, but killing you will bring me much peace of mind." She brought her sword high in the air as she assumed a ko gasumi stance, her aura resuming its normal task of enforcing gloom and misfortune on her opponent. "Anweledig." She spoke, the words of her spell activating the runes on her invisibility cloak. They glow purple for a fraction of a second before they, and the girl that commanded them, vanished before his eyes. The moment Quintessa became invisible she charged, her footsteps bringing her to the left side of the lycan as she slashed down at his shin and calf. Normally, the changeling strikes to kill, but this time she focused just on landing her hit, opting to let the poison do its job. Her attack didn't end there, as she turned in and arc behind Laharl, aiming an attack at his back before sprinting a couple of meters to his right. As she turned around to face him, the spell keeping her invisible faded reveling her, and the katana held up defensively between them, to the lycan's sight once more. "This isn't going to be like it was when you fought Karasu; I lack the goodness in my heart that she possesses."
Laharl watched her reaction and sighed softly as her face suddenly turns to stone. “Not healthy to push that all down.” He muttered to himself as she had shifted into a sudden stone hearted killer. As she broke the vial of blood over her sword he heaved another sigh, “well I guess we are doing this now...” but he didn’t seem worried about the turn of events, in fact his smile just grew a little more. Now the playing field was even, now her sword will hurt more than just a passing fancy. But the toxin will be annoying. As her cloak shrouded her away he chuckled remembering Karasu and the ogres, using the same trick to sneak around them. But this was not a time for idle thought, he still had her scent so he knew basically where she was. Left he hopped to the right as her invisible blade hummed in and bit leather and then flesh. Not going deep but he felt the sting of the vampire blood almost instantly. Down came his falchion across his own calf just above the cut, opening a wound to bleed out some of the toxin. It was a bad option but so was letting the foreign blood slowly eat him. Behind, he lunged forward as her katana bit into the leather of his vest but just narrowly missed flesh. As she reappeared he flashed a slightly pained grin, “oh good. But I still think your kinda cute.” His pained grin turns playful? Of all things he’s acting playful. He had extinguished his left blade to slash at his leg but as he spoke and smiled he snapped it right across in a slash releasing the flames in a arching blade of indigo fire. As the blade reached for the changing, the lycan would shift his weight to his right leg. Not to stay still his right hand goes up high, blade igniting once more, then snapped down to fire a second blade of flames vertical this time. He leapt back as the flames reached out for the changing, sheathing his left blade in a fluid motion and pulling a small vial from a belt pouch and quickly downing the purple liquid. It was a cure all antidote but not one meant for this kind of poison, he hoped it would slow it but doubted it alone would heal him.
"Cute?" she couldn't help but tilt her head to the side, genuinely amused by that. How in the world did anybody, much less someone she was trying to kill, think she was cute? "You're a bigger fool than I-" She cut herself off short, needing the spare time to cast her spell. "Wal o rew!" She shouted, her left hand jutting forward as a wall of ice materialized between them just in time to absorb the arc of fire that rushed towards her. The impact of the flames was enough to crack her shell of ice, but not long lasting enough to melt it completely. The second wave of fire, however, shatters her barrier completely, exposing Quintessa behind it. The changeling grinned at him, leaping over the broken ice to take advantage of him drinking a potion. "Idiot!" she uttered, before she brought her poisoned katana across horizontally with enough force to slice through steel. She doesn't waste any time before attacking again, flicking her wrist to swing the blade back in the opposite direction, trying to hack through Laharl's torso. To finish her flurry she takes a step backward, feinting a defensive stance before thrusting her blade aimed directly at his heart. Complements, as flattering as they were, would earn him no mercy this bout.
Laharl watched her as he downed the potion, the flames crashing into her barriers and it cracking then shattering, thought the changing managed to get away unsinged. The lycan apploded this, “Well done..” as her lithe form darted in and hurling the light barb he grinned a little more. “Oh in many ways yes, but not so much when it comes to fighting.” His right sword came across connecting with her hard katana swing though not solidly, he had angled the blade to not absorb the strike but to divert it. Her sword sliding along his to go up and wide, her reverse chop is met with the same kind of resistance or lack thereof as the katana again slides off the mithril edge of the falchion to go low and wide. The lycan would give ground feely to Quintessa, he was not defending anything so it mattered not how much she chased him over the frozen ground, though the process grew tiring on his wounded leg. Which more than once threatened to give out on him during the exchange, as she drew back for the feint, his left hand would grip the hilt of the sheathed blade and he would actually meet the charge of the changling. Snapping his left sword free from the scabbard he brought it up and across to bat at the thrusting katana, the blade again going wide to miss its mark of the heart she was aiming for but the edge did bite into the flesh of his upper arm, again the vampire blood toxin causing a blinding sting. But he pushed through as his right blade shot out for the changing the pint aimed to bite deep into the meat of her shoulder but at the last moment with the flick of his wrist the angle changed and the blade now aimed to lade a heavy blow with the flat side of the curved weapon on the changelings head, aiming to daze her, if not knock her unconscious.
Quintessa grinned, genuinely impressed that Laharl knew to parry instead of block. "You're pretty good," she said, her emotions slowly returning to her the more she enjoyed the sword play, "But not good enough." She saw the attack coming for her shoulder and she ducked to avoid it, only to be caught by surprise when she was instead smacked in the side of the head by the flat of his blade. The changeling was knocked to her knees, a loud ringing in her ears as her equilibrium tried desperately to regain balance. That might have worked on a normal human, but her haggish constitution kept her conscious. Quintessa growled lowly, scrabbling away from the lycan before pulling herself back to her feet and turning to face him again. "Dirty trick," she complements with a smirk, bringing her katana back up to point in his direction, "But why hold back? You could have dealt some real damage if you had the resolve." She was biding her time, giving her poison more time to take effect. Even if it didn't kill him, it would certainly give him something to remember her by. "Perhaps that's the issue. You lack resolve." As she taunted him she circled him, waiting for a good opportunity to make another attack, although now she was toying with him, her desire to kill him temporarily put aside.
Laharl took the moment as she was knocked to her knees to slide back, putting a little distance between himself and the recovering changing. Her words made him smile slightly, she was at least talking with a little more emotion, small steps back to sanity. “Maybe it was cheap, fighting pirates will have you picking up some moves that may not be very wholesome.” His head dips in a kind of apology. As she started to circle he hefts a soft sight on the surface he was doing well not to show how bad off he truly was. The vampire blood tainted blade was doing a number on him. He already couldn’t well feel his left leg below the knee. Testing his grip with his left hand on the hilt of his sword, his arm would soon be useless. This one was troublesome, it made him like her even more. “Resolve is not something I lack, I have two reasons not to go for the kill. One you are held dear by someone I hold dear. Two, I honestly have a weakness to pretty women, it can be quite troublesome sometimes.” As she circles he would roll his blades once, then twice before shoring his grip the lycan would slide his right foot back just a step from his planted left, arms coming up to cross in front of his chest, each falchion now resting again the opposite shoulder. He didn’t press the attack as she circled him but he was tired bout getting cut by that damn toxic blade.
"Hmph." Quintessa, flicked her blade to the side, the remaining vampire blood on her katana flung into the snow. "I think I've made my point," She said, running the blade against her robes before sliding it into her sheath. Perhaps it was a bad idea to kill him. After all, Karasu was quite upset when the hex blade killed the jaguar, who knew how she'd react to her killing Laharl? Quintessa felt like she was already going to be in trouble for this later. "Y'know, you go on an awful lot about how pretty I am for someone who is supposed to be Karasu's lover." A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth in spite of the jealousy that festered inside of her. "Why tease me like this? It's not nice to play with a woman's heart." Her katana was back in its sheath but her hand remained firmly gripped to the hilt, ready to attack again in case she was being tricked. "How would Karasu feel about you flirting with me? I might not mind sharing but I doubt she feels the same." Her smirk faded away as her brows furrowed. "If you take advantage of her innocence I'll kill you without hesitation and just deal with the consequences later. I still have more vampire blood, some of it even laced with silver. Don't make the mistake of crossing me enough to make me use it."
Laharl gave an audible sigh as she cleaned the blood from the sword. He gave a weak chuckle to her words. “At the very least you made your point twice.” He spun his blade with practice and ease and slide them home into the scabbards on his hips. He was glad she was done as his left hand started to go sluggish, his right still resting on the pommel of the sheathed falchion, still a little leery of the woman. “Can I not appreciate pretty things? It’s not like I’m dragging you behind that bush and bedding you.” He looks to a bush not so far away, an eyebrow rose. “And if it’s to much I can stop... If you wish.” He seems a similarly pensive stance by the changing and opts to be the first to give up his hand slipping from his weapons completely. “I honestly don’t know. I shall ask her, and depending on that I may torment you just a little more.” His smile, always that charming little smile, grows just a little before a desirous note crosses his features, “if it came to that I wouldn’t stop you. I would even let you use my silver blade as I would deserve such a fate.”
Quintessa also looked at the bush, but instead of raising an eyebrow she placed her hands on her hips, finally letting go of her sword. "There are only three people in this world I would let bed me, and you're not one of them." She lied, the number was probably closer to five but who was counting? She couldn't help but blush talking about this sort of thing with Laharl. "I- I don't care. It's not like I like you or anything..." Quintessa was starting to sound like Karasu. She turned her gaze away from him with another "Hmph," before she said, "So do what ever you like. I'm sure you enjoy being my tormentor, you sadist." She was silent for a moment before her mismatched eyes peeked over at him. "Just know that I have my eyes on you. I'm sure you'll change your tone when you actually hurt her but I'll still be around to hold you to your word."
Laharl gave a soft chuckle as she started to almost rant about her desires and the number of which she would allow. He was sure it was more, but he didn’t press the issue, in fact he actually cut the changing a break form his tormenting for a moment, allowing her to talk was driving her on more than he ever could. But as he saw that blush he couldn’t help but give a soft little chuckle. He was not moments ago trying to kill him, and now she’s all but admitting she would allow him to bed her if he was not already claimed. Or at least that was going to be his takeaway. He noted her hand shifting away from her blade, the troublesome time seemed to be over for now. His left hand raised slowly as he worked the fingers, the last bits of feeling leaving the wobbly digits. “I don’t like you either...” he gives a playful wink at the veiled meaning, the words said in a tone one may say love you to. “But I’m a stubborn creature so when I make up my mind I tend to stick to it, much to the annoyance of those around me on occasion. Or to their blissful enjoyment.” Another playful wink. But as her two tone eyes met his bright gray he gave a slight half bow. “My mind will not change, I will offer myself to your judgments if that dark time ever comes about.”
Quintessa frowned, closing the distance between them to get a good look at the wounds he sustained. She was actually impressed his caviler attitude survived as long as it did while the poison still coursed through his veins. "These aren't going to heal overnight. You know that, right?" She reached out to touch his upper arm where she had stabbed him, "I can't do anything about the vampire blood now, it's far too late, but if you aren't dead yet I'm sure you'll pull through." She gave him an angry look, "You'd better pull through, at any rate. Karasu is already going to be mad enough at me for trying to kill you. If you die she'll probably hate me forever." Just thinking about Karasu hating her made the changeling's heart feel like it was breaking. She wouldn't allow that to happen. "I... I don't keep an antidote on me but I can make one, if you want me to. Otherwise you're going to need rest... You do have a place to stay, right?"
Laharl gave a soft sigh as she close the distance, the adrenaline for the fight had worn off and at this distance she would be able to see a slight glossy sheen to his forehead, his body was fighting off the toxins and the potions helped but it was going to need something a little more to fully recover in any amount of time. The touch to his arm brought a slight wince from the wolf the shifting of the bloodied cloth would show the wound with black spidering lines leeching from it, the toxin moving about his system. His right hand would come to lightly rest atop her head, tussling her hair just a little. He was obviously starting a fever but still he smiled softly. “I kinda deserved it for saying what I did.” His hand would slip to rest atop her lithe shoulder. “I wouldn’t say no to a cure for it, I mean I could get along without it but I enjoy getting a helping hand here and there.” If he spoke the truth he omitted just how painful that course would be for him. “I rented a cabin on the edge of the xalious woods, not to far from the village. Can actually see the tower from it.” He falls silent for a moment before heaving a soft sigh, “climbing down is going to be troublesome.” He looks to his torn left calf, he hasn’t been able to feel that limb for some time now.
The changeling grimaced when she sees the extent of the wounds she caused. "Delisha's bosom, I really messed you up," And she knew she would have to tell Karasu what she'd done later. She was not looking forward to that conversation. 'Hey Karasu, I tried to kill your boyfriend but everything's okay now!' That would never work. Quintessa sighed, looking down at the leg she slashed. "That's certainly going to be a problem, but you're my problem for the moment." She smirked, lightly punching him in his good arm, "Even if you did deserve it. I still can't believe you said those things. It really hurt... I wasn't making all that stuff up y'know, I really am in love with her... But if she likes you then you can't be all that bad. Come on," she offered her shoulder to help him walk. She might have been smaller than him but she was really strong for her size, and at 5'8" she wasn't that small to begin with. "I'll help you get home and then I'll fix you up."
Laharl was a little surprised to hear that name from the changing, many considered her to be a dark goddess even though she wasn’t all that bad, much like how the changing appears he figured with a weak smile. “Oh we could not tell her. Save her some needless worry, I’m not going to die to. There is no reason to have her be angry or fret.” Though he did take the offered shoulder. Putting a little weight on her to supplement his left leg. “I’m sorry I said those things, i didn’t really mean to make it sound like karasu was a thing to be won. But I deliberate said harsh things... I’ve had to many friends go the way you where and then kill themselves. I rather like you so I would like you to hang around a while longer.” He laughs, though again it was weakly. As they start off he would lean his six three frame on her just a little more, needing a bit more support than his stubbornness would admit. “I don’t doubt you love her, she’s very love able. But not many can rebuff the puppy love.” The fever was starting to effect him adversely. It would take a while for the pair to make it to the cabin on the far side of the Xalious valley but they would make it there eventually, a mid sized rustic looking cabin, though upon entry she would discover polished hardwood floors, the main room would consist of a fully stocked open kitchen, a dining area and server large couches forming a U infront of a large fireplace. There where three doors going into separate rooms. The very delirious now lycan weakly pointed to the door on the left for his room. Inside that would be a wardrobe of clothing, a chest of weapons of all kinds and a large bed.
"I really shouldn't hide things from her..." Quintessa said, "But I suppose she'd only worry herself to death. Maybe we should leave her out of this." As they moved down the mountains of Xalious, she listened to him apologize and couldn't help but smile a little. "I accept your apology," She said, mismatched eyes flickering over to look at him, "I admit, I was thinking about throwing myself off of the edge of that cliff. Things just get to be too much to bare at times, but you can always count on my desire to kill others to override my desire to kill myself... However, look at the outcome. You're a right mess after what I did to you." As they continued on, Quintessa did her best to keep them both standing, but the task wasn't easy. Laharl was much bigger than the lithe girl, but she wouldn't allow herself to be overcome by such a simple task. The changeling felt a blush burn at her cheeks again when the lycan mentioned that she was in love with Karasu, and she looked away so he wouldn't notice. "She's... perfect..." she mumbled, hoping he was too delirious to hear her. When they finally arrived at his home she lead him over to his bed and helped him sit before turning to light the wood in the fireplace with a snap of her fingers. She would need to fetch her cauldron from her room in the Mage's Tower, but for now she needed to treat his wounds and make sure the bleeding had stopped. "I need you to disrobe," she said in a very matter-of-fact tone as she took her satchel off and placed in on the floor to look through it. Maybe she still had some herbs from the area that she could use to draw the poison out.
Laharl for the walk had been drifting in and out of coherence as they neared the cabin, her could still hear her words clearly but everything else started to drift in and out. Snapping back to lucidity we chuckled a little when he saw he was in his room. And the order was given. “Oh my your way with words.” He jokes though his voice was softer, a little more haggard. He half walk half stumbled to a heavy desk set against the wall near the door to his room. Pulling his sword belt of his dropped it heavily atop the desk. By this time his left arm was little more than a hanging ornament she he struggled a little with the buttons of his shirt but managed. Sliding it off he would have to peel it off the wound due to the caked blood and other juices from the toxic would. “Lovely” he quipped dropping the ruined garment to the floor. Dropping into the chair set at the desk he managed to get his boots off with a clatter. He pulled himself up and stumbled back to his bed where he undid his pants, sliding from them he wold have to take a moment to again peel the cloth from the wound. The one he given himself was already healed and little more than a scabbed line. But the wounds she left where angry red gashes, black leaching lines reaching out from the wounds along the wolf’s veins. He wore no under clothes and be the time he managed to get the pants peeled off and free he was done falling hard on his face atop the bed.
Quintessa silently rolled her eyes at Laharl when he told her she had a way with words but she continues to search through the bag without looking up at him. She pulled out a soft leather parcel and unfolded it to show a stack of large leaves. "This is urtica dioica," she said, not really caring if he was listening or not, "Otherwise known as a stinging nettle. They grow around here, so you should keep and eye out for them next time you travel someplace. They can be made into a poultice or salve that is good for neutralizing poisons." She drew one of her darksteel daggers and began trimming the leaves. "They can also be used to draw out toxins," Next she scraped the blade against the leaves, making sure are the thorns were gone before she gathered everything up and stood to turn to face the lycan. It was at this moment she realized that she'd never seen naked man before, and she tried to keep her embarrassment contained as she slowly walked over to him face down on the bed. "I-" she started, her voice suddenly strained, "I'm going to need you to turn over for me. I'm going to smooth these over your wounds."
Laharl was drifting in and out of actual consciousness again his body feeling so very heavy. He heard her mumbling something about pants? Or plants, probably pants. But that confused him as he had already taken his pants off, they couldn’t be more off. But what he did hear quickly was her words about him needing to be on his back. With a haggard breath he nods, “alright...” pushing up a little he would roll over, regretfully he had to roll on his left side causing a new wave of pain to radiate from his wounds. His body would be hot to the touch, more so around the direct wounds. A thin sheen of sweat covering his chest, neck and forehead. His eyes slowly blinked open and closed, the man again starting to lose touch with his surroundings. “Thanks..” he managed to say as he faced her, a weak smile playing across his lips.
"Oh my," Quintessa utters, her mismatched eyes glued to his body, tracing over his muscles, his tattoos, and something a bit, lower... "By Delisha..." She says, averting her eyes as her face burns hotter and hotter. "Okay, here I go..." She climbs into the bed with him, moving first to place her poultice on his leg wounds, careful not to make eye contact with him or look at his sensitive parts. Next she moves to his arms, and then his chest, gently rubbing the healing salve on his body. By now, the embarrassment had subsided, and the changeling was able to make eye contact again, "This should help," she said, "But I would still take it easy for a few days." She finishes up and wipes her hands on his bedsheets. It didn't matter, with all the goo he was leaking, he'd need new ones anyway.
Laharl made no move as she started to apply the salve, though he gasped softly as an odd tingling sensation started to surround the wounds one after the other. Tingling is better than nothing. As Quintessa finished applying the medicine the wolf’s breathing would be almost instantly better, steady measured breaths as opposed to the ragged gasps from moments ago. A bit of color has even returned to his face though if she looked to his eyes they would be glazed and half open. He was awake but not, lost in a kind of fever dream brought on by the toxins. Her cure will help heal him, though it will take time for him to heal completely.
"Stay here," Quintessa says, not sure where he'd actually go if he could. "I need to get some things from my room. I'll be back in no time." She pulls the blankets up and over Laharl's lap so her eyes will stop wanting to wander too far south. "Just... Just lay there. Don't do anything... Except breath... And pray." And with that she was gone, heading to the Mage Tower to get the things she needed to brew the antidote.