RP:Guyon's Desperation
Guyon paces in agitation, tail flicking away the flies that pester the skin on his flanks. The centaur's hands are raised nearly to eye level as Guyon's eyes narrow in scrutiny. Mumbling to himself he continues to pace, oblivious to those around him.
Awne moves along the path with ease, thanks to the ferrett and the scent of the parchment she hado nly had a few difficulties trying to track down the the one in need...granted not knowing what the person was, was also a challenge she was sure she had it this time..not like the other time that led her over to cenril, no she was -sure- this time. Sapphire hues glance up the path to a pacing centaur, tilting her head; an ear flicking an idle insect the white feline moves towards him "Hello? Sirr?" please be my patient, please be my patient "Arre you..um...Guyon?"
Guyon stops abruptly, his hooves digging into the ground slightly as the inertia of his motion tries to carry him forward. Turning his head and torso towards the south, Guyon sees the feline walking towards him and replies "Aye, I am. Yeh must be Awn'? Teh one who repl'ed to meh message." He smiles, cordially enough, and takes several large strides towards Awne, extending out his human hand. "Thankyeh fer comin', I can't stand it an'longer."
Awne smiles with a brief breath of relief, finally she found the right one! Nodding her head she extends her own to shake his hand in hers "Of courrse, can you tell me a little of what this is?" she looks him over "and wherre it is..I'd like to see if we can get these claws out of you."
Guyon shakes her hand, though it seemed that the curled position necessary created loud popping noises in the finger joints. Sneering, Guyon retracts his hand, and pulls them both upward toward his face- eyes narrowed at the tips. Turning his hands over, so that his palms face downward, the centaur stretches out his fingers, straightening them. A muscle twitches in his jaw as large sandy-colored claws extend from just underneath his nails. Grunting, some small spots of blood fall from the tip of the claws and onto the ground. "These. They gotteh be gone. I'm not ca-" Guyon pauses, realizing that he was indeed in the presence of a cat.
Awne looks on in fasination, gaping openly at the claws protruding. Even his near slip had escaped her though, she was polite and would have ignored it anyway to save him embaressment. "Fasinating.." she says softly, running her fingers gently along the fingers. Taking his index finger between her own she gently but firmly feels along the bone and the muscle of the joints, how was it in there? "Currl yourr fingerrs again forr me?" she asked him, eyes watching the exit "and then strraighten them again." she couldn't do anything until she knew how it worked, where they were in his hands and how they were connected...going in blindly would be far too dangerous.
Guyon exhales hard, eyes searching his hands- willing the claws to retract and be gone forever. A quick nod, and the centaur curls his hands inward again- fully expecting to see the sandy-colored claws retract. To his horror, the claws have not retracted- they were stuck- or so it seemed. Panic sweeps through the centaur, his equine body showing obvious signs of distress: tail flicking, hooves stamping into the ground. Looking Awne full in the face, he pleads silently with her to fix him.
Awne frowns at that notion, if they were staying out now instead of acting like true joints then something was freezing inside...or was adhering in a place it can't move. Her frown deepens as her hand glow the same shade of sapphire blue as her eyes, said eyes however take on a white glow just after, giving the woman the appearence of blindness as her sight travels her magic to the hand, allowing her to see better where it would take surgery to view otherwise. "currling inwarrd with the motions of yourr hand while..you may not think it good as you arre not use to them, would mean these claws have joints that arre prroperrly aligned...if they've stopped moving howeverr it worrrries me that they've grrafted in a place they shouldn't..I can trry but..I think you may need surrgerry to fix this.."
Guyon frowns hard. His brows contract together in frustration and almost despair, maybe if he just wished them to retract they would go back. The centaur sighs and in that instant, post-thought- the claws disappeared back into his hands, leaving no trace of blood. Eyes widening, Guyon lifts them to Awne’s face- horror, panic, anger, sadness all flooding through the centaur’s eyes. Lifting and dropping his hooves nervously, Guyon stumbles over his words “Th-they’ll ne’er come out eh?” His eyebrows seem to come together even closer now, creating almost one continuous brow furrowed in confusion. “Surgery?” Guyon almost chokes on the word. “Yeh mean I’d ‘ave teh mutilate mehself moar to get these .. these –things!- out?”
Awne shakes her head quickly, concern..with growing fasination of these claws, cross her face. The glow from her eyes fading as does the light as she turns her eyes to his, gently holding his hand "it's alrright...you wouldn't need to do anything...my husband is a surrgen, I'm surre he wouldn't mind helping you, orr if you find anotherr you might ask them!" She looks to the hands "how did you make them rretrract? they would not move when you moved yourr hand..so..what did it? did you will them away?"
Guyon’s eyes race from his hands to the feline and back to his hands- panic replaced more panic. Darting up to Awne’s face once more, the centaur’s eyes search her features for any hint of a joke. Surely, the suggestion of surgery was a joke- but no. Guyon exhales hard, resignation working its way through his system like molasses- slowly, but there nonetheless. Guyon’s head drops, his chin nearly touching his chest now, and he mumbles, more to himself than the feline. “They won’t go ‘way… ne’er.” His body seems to sag under the thought as he raises his head once more. “I jus’ want’d ‘em back in and ‘swwwwsp!’ in they went.”
Awne hums faintly, turning his hands over gently then back to see his palms "I prromise you...we will do all we can..he's verry good! and I will be therre with you the whole time to aid.." She looks to the hands, perhaps talking about surgery wasn't best at this moment... "well...what if you want them to come out again?"
Guyon sighs, his interest in surgery at an all time low; he didn’t trust others to open him up and –not- try to kill him in the process. The centaur curls his upper lip slightly as the feline turns his hands over. Guyon stares hard at his palms, wishing with all his might that he could just will them away, just as he had willed them back in. His eyes flick upwards from his palms to Awne’s face at the suggestion he push them back out- and in that moment, they extend again- though devoid of blood this time. Guyon sighs in surrender, yup, they were never coming out- they were part of him forever now. Secretly, he knew that, but he had to hold on to some kind of hope. What kind of a centaur has cat claws?
Awne sighs softly and shakes her head "I can't rremove them..." she says softly, looking up to him "they've fused it seems if they come by yourr will alone..I wouldn't wish to rrisk hurrting you in an efforrt to rremove them with magic.." She sighs softly, gently petting his hand "I believe..you have a few choices herre...learrn to live with them..and see them as an advantage..who would think that a centaur who's had all weapson taken away might have a hidden one that does not belong to his rrace? Orr...we look to surrgerry and see if we can rremove them that way.."
Guyon sighs as Awne tells him they cannot be removed, and it is a defeated sigh that escapes the centaur's lips. His ears droop slightly as the thought washes through him. Guyon's eyes stare at the ground, almost willing it to open up and consume him, but lifts them quickly as Awne mentions their potential uses. He nods slightly, he could live with them as weapons- if only he could force himself to see them that way. "Thank yeh. I'm sorry yeh had teh come all the way out 'ere just to tell me tha'. Is there anything I can do for yeh in return?"
Awne shakes her head, reasuring smile on her lips "no no, I'm only sorrrry that I could not help you morre...trry to see them as a good thing? and think it overr harrd beforre deciding on otherr actions hm?" She grins lightly and lets his hand go taking a step back "I will see you again Sirr Guyon. If you need me, please send worrd orr stop by my home in easterrn Sage." She turns away to leave waving lightly "be well!" she calls out.