RP:Healing Calwin
The Process Begins
Calwin was laying on the ground mumbling to himself. His hand was bare and seemed almost shredded, though whole. His back was against the ground inside his cool den, but even though his wounds could not be seen the scent of fresh blood poured from around him. Around the feline's form a small pool of the crimson lifeforce bgan to take shape. It was obvious the feline's conciousness was fading, as he began to sing , mumble and laugh at nothing.
Guyon had been hunting in the nearby forest when the scent of blood struck his nostrils. The heady smell seemed fresh to the Centaur as he slowly began to follow the scent, wary of who- or what, may be bleeding. Several yards and Guyon decides that it would be safe to follow the scent to its body of origin; another yard or so brings him into the grassy clearing where he spots Calwin. Recognizing his friend, the centaur rushes toward him, collapsing his equine legs in order to be closer to the ground so that he may get a better look at his friend. "Calw'n. Calw'n, can yeh hear me?"
Calwin lifted his head to the centaur and smiled broadly looking Guyon over. The feline laughed as if he felt no pain, and obvious dillusion reflected in the pantheran feline's hazed blue eyes. Cal lifted his wounded hand up as if offering Guyon a shake. Something that would obviously harm the feline if it were to happen. "'Ello there Guyon." Cal's voice was pained and distant, but his smile said he didn't feel even the slightest pinch. Cal now noticed that Guyon had crouched down and laughed again. "Where'd your legs go?"
Mahri seems to have this run of luck, in that whenever she simply wants some time alone, something or someone interrupts. Such is the case here. The lycan merely wanted a place to get centered and back to her druidic roots so to speak. First though, upon reacing the edge of the clearing, she's stopped short by the warm-copper smell of blood and secondly by the crash of centaur through trees. Birds took flight, squawking indignantly at the intrusion. Mahri ignored them and slid back into the shadow of woods to watch silently. The feline is not unfamiliar to her, but it's the whole cat/dog thing and she is not comfortable around those of feline pursuation.
Guyon's eyes search the feline's body, assessing the most obvious of the panther's wounds; he would have to be healed, and soon, if he wanted to live. Forcing a smile, Guyon finally replies "H'llo Calw'n..." The centaur's brow furrows in frustration, now aware more than ever of Calwin's quickly degrading state. "Meh legs? oh." Smiling once more, Guyon pushes gently on Calwin's raised hand- he'd need the feline flat on the ground to focus his healing energy properly. "Calw'n, you're going teh be ok'y."
Calwin laughed an empty wild laugh and shook his head, plopping his hand down on the ground. It was obvious he should have balled in pain over this action, but it seemed to bring him nothing. Cal was losing it and slipping away fast as he looked at Guyon, smiling with an empty gaze. "Healing? For what? Alexa and I just had a little trouble. She got upset and scared. I'll be fine." Cal smiled softly and purred as he thought of Alexa. "I love her so."
Mahri 's silvery gaze glints with mild interest, her ears picking up the conversation easily. The advantages of being a wolf one might suppose. Snorting something uncomplimentary under her breath, she'll wait and see if the centaur, geared for hunting as he is, can heal the feline on his own. Not that she'd be one to offer assistance, but it's a distinct possibility.
Guyon shakes his head hard, his mane swishing with the motion. Shifting his bent legs beneath him, the centaur manages to push his left back leg out from underneath his body - an odd position for a centaur to say the least. "Yeh need teh b' healed Calw'n. J'ss relax ok'y?" Inhaling deeply, Guyon closes his eyes and places both hands over Calwin's shredded one. Exhaling, Guyon feels the healing energy pulse through his body and down to his hands; his fingertips tingling with the flow of the magic. Inhaling again, the centaur focuses the energy into Calwin's hand. Slowly, the deeper levels of the cuts in Calwin’s hand begin to mend themselves; strings of sinew and some small ligaments reach tentatively for one another and touch, reattaching seamlessly. Exhaling, Guyon forces more mana into his healing, the superficial cuts now healing; pink at first, then matching the feline’s natural skin tone. Opening his eyes, Guyon looks down at the feline’s hand, satisfied with the regeneration of tissue. At least now there would be less blood- so Guyon thought.
Calwin wiggled his hand lightly and began to laugh as his hand slowly molded back together bit by bit. Cal smiled a little and looked up at Guyon. "It feels like Alexa makes me feel." The panther was not normally known to be so giddy and childlike, but it was obvious the loss of blood and mangled the thoughts in his mind. Cal lifted his hand to look at it, and acted as if it had never been hurt. He merely seemed to be admiring the tingling sensation. As he lifted his arm though the deep gashes along his back began to show on one side. unbeknownest to the two watching him they were far worse and deeper than they appeared, and lied almost as if mirrored on both sides of his back.
Mahri slowly edges back into the forest, hoping that neither took notice of the lycan's arrival or departure. Given the current situation, it's likely that she'll retreat unnoticed by either. The centaur seems to have it under control thus leavng the lycan free to disappear and put the bleeding feline out of her mind.
Guyon smiles slightly at Calwin's obvious fascination with the healing sensation. His ears twitch momentarily, catching a sound of something in the surrounding woods, though the centaur shrugs it off- his focus remaining on Calwin. The smile is short lived as the centaur catches sight of the deep gashes on the feline's back. A look something akin to horror creeps onto his face as he chokes out "Did Alexa do this teh yeh?" Not waiting for an answer, Guyon stands up, his equine legs digging into the ground for the traction he knows he'll need. Leaning his human torso down, Guyon places one hand on the back of Calwin's neck and the other on the small of his back. Lifting upwards, Guyon pauses momentarily pondering where to place the feline- he would obviously have to be on his stomach for this to work. Cradling Calwin for several moments, the centaur finally decides on a decent course of action. Leaning back down, Guyon places Calwin gently into a sitting position before reaching back with his free left hand for a large stretch of fabric from a satchel hanging at his side. Palming the fabric Guyon presses down gently on Calwin’s back in the hopes that the fabric will soak up some of the blood and thereby lessen the smell lest predators were lurking. Satisfied, Guyon places the blood-soaked fabric on the ground and then replaces his hand on Calwin’s lower back. Looking into the feline’s eyes he says, “I need yeh t’relax now. I’m going teh lay yeh on your stomach.” Not waiting for a reply, Guyon allows Calwin’s body to bend slowly at the waist, effectively lying him down his back. Quickly, the centaur slips his hands underneath Calwin and rolls him slowly, very slowly onto his stomach. Removing his hands, Guyon notes briefly that they are covered in blood. Bringing both hands to his chest, the centaur wipes most of the blood off onto his own skin. Leaning his human torso down again, he asks “’Re you feeling ok?”
Calwin groaned lightly when the centaur had lifted him up. He was still a bit giddy, but his body was once more beginning to recognize pain, as was his mind. He laughed softly and closed his eyes, almost passing out for a moment. "Virilis scared her... She was so scared and she thought it had been me so she scratched me." Cal shook his head having another fit of laughter which was followed by a groan of pain. His mind was starting to fire right again casuing him to sniff the air. "I smell the wolf who gave me my daggers... and blood... Guyon go see if she is okay..." Cal's eyes flashed worriesome. It seemed the feline truely did not know how badly he was injured.
Mahri might have been almost away, if it weren't for Calwin mentioning wolf and daggers in the same breath. Gods be Damned it was that fecking juggler. However, she knew she wasn't hurt, the centaur would know that the feline was the only thing here that needed healing and yet..she stays right where she is. Just to see if the beast-man does indeed come looking for her.
Guyon winces inwardly as Calwin groans in pain; no amount of gentle handling would avoid the pain the feline was most assuredly feeling. The centaur’s concern for the feline is briefly derailed at the mention of the word ‘wolf’. Guyon allows himself to turn his head towards the forest, his eyes searching the area for the creature, though the interest is short-lived; he knows Calwin is the only one in the area bleeding. Guyon shakes his head once more, his eyes almost seem to widen as he stares directly into the feline’s now laid open back. Gently, the centaur places both of his hands on Calwin’s upper back- Guyon knows that the energy required to heal Calwin would leave him almost completely drained and open to attack. Shrugging off the possibility, the centaur closes his eyes and inhales deeply followed by slow and calculated exhalations. Pressing gently on Calwin’s back, blood oozes up between the centaur’s fingers, as his fingertips begin to glow a white color. The wound is deeper than the centaur thought, as more energy drains from his body into Calwin’s open back. A deep breath and Guyon draws all of his energy into his core; exhaling, he pushes it downward and out towards his fingertips, the white in his finger tips expands to encompass his whole hand- it seems like sparks are dancing over Calwin’s back and settling into his wounds as the Centaur forces more and more energy into Calwin. The deepest parts of the feline’s wounds begin to mend- the muscles creeping towards one another and finally connecting, bunching, contracting and stretching out into their proper positions. Guyon gives a small shake as he can feel the grip of fatigue on his body; forcing the sensation away, the centaur focuses once more on Calwin, attempting to mend and reconnect the torn ligaments and scarred bones. The honeycomb like complexity of the feline’s inner musculature begins to pulsate with a gentle white color as the ligaments and tendons realign with one another. Slowly and exhaustively, Guyon moves his hands down towards Calwin’s lower back- the upper left almost completely healed. The wounds to his lower back are less severe, though marginally so. Another series of deep inhalations and exhalations- more sparks dancing in and out of Calwin’s wounds. The same strenuous process begins as Calwin’s low back begins to mend itself. Slumping slightly, Guyon forces the last remnants of his energy into Calwin, willing the magic to work on its own. His human torso falls forward towards the ground with exhaustion as he moves his hands away from the feline. Breathing hard, he mutters “Tha’ should do yeh.”
Mahri is fairly certain that she's not going to tracked down and thus begins the process of making her way through the forest, again.
A Strange Occurrence
Calwin hissed and growled in pain as his back began to mend. This time there was no tingling sensation just one of pure burning pain. Cal's body shuddered as even as Guyon healed him something out of place happened. Cal let out a deafening roared and for a moment the energy Guyon put inside of him rippled. A blue glow encircled the energy as it flowed from his body and shot outwardly at Guyon, seemingly forcing itself through Guyon's skin and into the Centaur's body. Cal's mind seemed to be returning now as he lifted his head weakly to look at the centaur. Cal drug himself over to Guyon and patted his arm. It still seemed Cal did not fully realise what's going on. He patted Guyon's arm and laughed tiredly. "Why so tired friend?" Cal's eyes lifted smelling Mahri was still near. He laid back on the ground and looked at the sky. "Mahri... I think that's right..."
Guyon gasped loudly, a small snarl escaping his lips as the energy shot through his flesh and coursed, appropriately, down his fingertips. A stabbing sensation runs through the centaur's human hands as charcoal colored- what appears to be nails- begin to push out of his fingertips, blood falling to the ground in droplets. The nails turn to full fledged claws as Guyon looks on in horror. Rotating his hands so that his palms face upward, the centaur shudders in pain and amazement, along with a slight tinge of terror, as the claws retract back into his fingers; he can feel the material forming and solidifying in his hands. A centaur with claws- go figure. Finally, he turns his attention back to Calwin who was now patting his arm. Looking bewildered at Calwin, the centaur manages to mumble something about healing him.
Mahri lets out one of those sighs that says, 'I really don't want to do this..'. Yet 'this' she does do. Turning on her heel, she makes no bones about where she's going and does nothing to keep her approach quiet. Twigs snap under foot
Calwin patted his friend's shoulder once more and pulled himself a little more towards Mahri was coming from. His keen ears listened to the twigs snapping away as his mind tried to find a stable focus to keep the buzzing from his ears. "Rest now friend. You will be safe here." Cal frowned slightly when his mind saught over the words about healing and what had happened began to occur to him once more. He lifted his gaze again and saw Amhri in the distance. Speaking quietly the feline gave a half smile, knowing the lycan would hear him. "It is you..."
You gives a last deep sigh before blacking out; his energy would return in time. Until then, the centaur was out.