RP:Helping the little guy

Xzavior coughed into awakening and instantly gripped at his chest regretting the action after it caused him quite a bit of pain. Along with the arm movement. With a groan he looked around to see where he was and saw that Leifa was laying by his side. Not on top of his chest as usual. He didn't want to move and it hurt to breath. With very little movements he tried to lean up to see if Sabrina was around but as he stirred Leifa popped her head up and even she knew he shouldn't be moving around and butted her head gently against his stomach to tell him just that. He couldn't really tell her no could he? With a sigh of defeat he laid back down slowly.

Sabrina hears the chirping from Leifa, like a soft rolling consideration for Nix’ well-being. She comes from the kitchen, a bowl in her hands it would seem she was cooking… again. As if the Naga hadn’t been through enough. She sets the bowl on the table and kneels by his side on the couch. “I thought you weren’t gonna wake up.” She kept from kissing him, for now she wanted him to move as little as possible. In the night she had healed his lung, the sputtering of his blood was staining the couch as evidence it had erupted from his drowning coughs. The stent did well enough for a little while but she couldn’t have him gasping for air or his body would not have time to rest. She moves Leifa to the side, gently. There is a disgruntled warble but even the youngling knew Sabrina had to square up to begin more work. The Elfess looked like she was going to cry. “Do you understand now, why I don’t want you near me during battles?” Her eyes scan over his condition. “You would not have taken a hit so casually for anyone else.”

Xzavior gave her a small reassuring smile and carefully moved a hand up to her face, "It is going to take a lot more than a club to keep me down." As much as he'd like not to sound it, but he was still raspy. It hurt as he was but it hurt even more seeing Sabrina like this, on the verge of tears. But he didn't agree with what she just said. "I would have. Because what you said would mean letting everyone fend for themselves. And I can't let you, or anyone, do that if they can't." The longer he talked the more it sounded strained. He couldn't deny that he should probably stop talking for a while. "So please, don't cry amin ai ithil." Last thing he will say. Promise.

Sabrina leans up and over his body to kiss him ever so softly. By telling her not to cry only made the tears welling up in her eyes fall down her cheeks. She’d tell him to shut up, to stop talking, but surely anything she said would be in one ear and out the other. Leifa nuzzles her elbow. “Alright, alright.” She retrieves the bowl from the table, a thick mix of what looks very near to cake batter is being mixed inside. By the smell of it something gave its life for the mix, several days ago in the hot sun. Xzavior would be relieved to find her kneeling by him again, though… the smell. At some point she brought a table to the couch, laid upon it were instruments fit for Drow tortures but she had to set the crushed bones before she could encourage his body to heal properly. Sadly, he needed to be awake for this. Her hand finds his, that look of apology for sins yet inflicted riddled her features. Bones were always the most painful to mend. She reaches for a stick, holding to his teeth should he understand her attempt to save his pearly whites.

Xzavior recognized the sign right away when he saw the stick and gave a sigh. Oh this was going to be fun... he took the stick and move it right below his fangs. Didn't want to chip those now. He could live with the smell. That wasn't going to kill him. Leifa had some other thoughts though. She scooted away from the thing not even wanting to get close to find out what it was or tasted like. She could guess by the smell... For someone who was about to be in a lot of pain he looked rather calm about it.

Sabrina let him lay his head, making sure a double layer of pillows was there to push against before locating the scalpel and beginning her work of cutting away the bruised yet healthy flesh and meaty layers to expose the bones beneath. The cut was reminiscent of the scars she had along her own side, though his would be left quicker to heal. Some of the ribs were crushed, some just broken in places and the mend would be time consuming, taxing, and hopefully, regretfully Xzavior would be aware of all of it. She begins reforming, using the paste like batter to fill the gaps making it feel like his very bones were on fire. Poor Leifa would be called back to help cool them if Xzavior didn’t automatically try to freeze that area himself.

Xzavior had just breathed throughout the process but closed his eyes and tilted his head back a bit whilst she went to work opening him up. He didn't much feel for seeing his own ribs crushed and destroyed. But once she started setting them is when he started biting down on the wood between his teeth. As soon as he started to feel the burning sensation light up in his chest he didn't even have to think twice before his body worked to regulate that. Though as it did his entire body would get colder as well. He was fine, just cold. His tail curled in towards the couch and Leifa was off so she didn't have to see Nix suffer through this. It was a bit much for the little one to see the one she thought to be family go through this pain.

Sabrina worked quickly, fifteen minutes may have seemed like fifteen hours and with the automatic response the Dragon Bone Powder took slightly longer to weld to his own rib structure. She was speaking to him, soothing words begging him to stay awake or the heal would have been pointless as his body sunk into a limp form. The tense position he was in was what she needed to gain the proper arch so it wouldn’t affect him later on. She had already pulled the section of muscle and skin to cover the reddening bones. A slight burning smell makes the concoction all the worse. With her hands on him she began the transfer, knowing full well a sudden burst (no matter how painful that may be) would get him up on his feet where he wanted to be before all this started. She did not take the gentle route; the skin over his wound began to smoke under influence of the molten bones that were quickly cooling beneath it. Just a little moisture, no permanent damage. The skin began pulling itself, sealing the gaps in between the incision and the epidermal to muscle layers as well. There would be some scarring but not to the extent of Sabrina’s own wound as she was unconscious for most of hers.

Xzavior hadn't had much preparation for the next bit of healing. He wouldn't pass out, though. How could he when his chest was practically on fire right now? When she went to seal him back up the new lot of sudden pain made his tail thud against the couch as it was pulled fast towards him and the stick between his teeth shattered completely, yet he still ground at it. He was starting to see little white specks behind his eyelids and that was a bit disconcerting. Especially when you feel like passing out right here and now. To combat that he replaced the stick with a knuckle, spitting out the splinters as well, and bit down. At least a second source of pain would keep him up for the time being.

Sabrina finished her work, blackened eyes scanning him and her hands fumbling to find another stick else he would bite clear through his knuckles. The bulk of it was done, and with a new stick and one hand clutching his hand, the other on his forehead she whispers to him softly that it’s over. Within a few hours he would still be sore and tender, and that stiffness would last for a few days as the muscle attempt to remember their proper function and rebuild durability. She would sit with him, seeping her own energy into him until he could breathe again unhindered.

Xzavior didn't need the second one at this point. Just a dull aching pain in his chest that he would get over in a bit. He silently thanked her for her presence and help and just relaxed there as best he could. Leifa had been busy since she left the room. She had sneaked into the master bedroom and snuck out the window that was left open prior and was off to distract herself for the time being till she thought Ithil had finished healing Nix. It was scary traveling the woods by herself, but she knew them well enough so that she could travel a safe distance and still get back before anyone noticed. It was like a completely different place though, being here all by herself.

Sabrina stayed here with Nix, laying her head on his chest despite any discomfort that may have caused. She simply held his hand listening to the place that beats. Rohk, having been excommunicated from the inner workings of the cabin due to his size had heard the noise of a Ker plunk falling outside the bedroom window. He circles around all quiet and unawares to find his charge wandering off to the forest. He debates before following her, far off in the distance with keen senses that would keep her within his guard but absent to her vision or smell. He was used to stalking prey, that talent proving useful in tailing the wyvern.

Leifa was completely unaware that Naur had seen her make her exit so her adventure was left unhindered! She went after every new scent and sound not caring what it might lead to or who the scent belonged to. Many of the creatures bolted from the predator bouncing around without a care, but some of the more bolder ones came close to observe the oddity, a fox had even played with her a bit! Some ignored her completely but none thought to antagonize the little one. Perhaps they knew that something nearby would surely end them if they tried. That, however, was not the thoughts of a hunting party of a few orcs who came here to hunt since no one would dare challenge them in a place like this. Though they were smart enough to keep low from the elves in the area. So far their hunt has been unsuccessful catching only smaller creatures like rabbits and squirrels. They hoped for something a little bigger. So when they heard the ruckus the hatchling was making they jumped right on the chance for some new kind of meat. Leifa hadn't known what was going on but she could still scent the four hunters coming her way. She hadn't been hunted before and never thought she would so perhaps she could go meet them and maybe get a free meal out of it was well!

Rohk keeps hidden, a low rumble warning a particularly playful fox but it could have just as well been distant thunder. When Leifa goes the wrong way, to greet rather than avoid, the hellbeast makes himself known via bolting to her current path and warning her against it. It was too late, her noise and playing had already attracted the attention of the orcs who loudly organized a wide circle around the pair. Rohk scolds Leifa, a mix of inaudible grunts and growls that no one could understand but he was certain he got his point across. When the first Orc moves closer to test the challenge he jabs Ro in the hip with the blunt side of his Warhammer. The hound pulls twin jagged tails around the she-wyvern, shifting them around her in a chainsaw motion to keep any from entering her bubble.

Leifa hadn't really thought them anything other then just a group of very tough looking hunters until she caught that savage look in their eyes. Maybe she shouldn't have came right up to them after all. Thankfully Rohk had came out of the blue from here ever he was. When those tails came around to protect her she crouched down and looked up at and around the scene before her. The orcs just looked at each other then back at the hellhound and laughed! A dog from the seven layers of torment had came to protect a small hatchling? The one with the warhammer set it down to crack his knuckles, "Let me handle the mutt. Can't be all too strong can he the motherly thing?" the last bit was sneered and with that he picked up the warhammer and swung it straight at his head, the orc was going to try and kill the hound with one blow. Or at least cripple any chance of him using those jaws of his. The other three waited anxiously for an opening where they could grab the hatchling from Rohk's protection and make of with her while he dealt with the other one and get away scott free. They would probably come back for their partner. Or leave him for dead. That part wasn't really planned yet.

Rohk crouches down, tipping his shoulder to take the blunt of the blow and it crashes into him hard enough to involuntarily extract his talons to the ground. He reaches his demon maw around and grips the Warhammer with layers of angry teeth a hairs breath from the dirty sausages that wielded it. With a yank he pulls it from the Orc’s grip and flings it off to the side. There is a fire in his eyes when he turns. back around, tails tucking Leifa under his form to lash those smartly in a bitch-slap across the attacker’s face. This was not going to be easy pickins for those thus far only meant to procure defenseless mammals in the secret shadows of Sage.

The orc growled as the weapon was pulled from his grip and for the fact that his hit did nothing. And that the dog just slapped him! When Leifa was hunkered under Rohk the three that had waited for the opening grumbled a bit and brandished their own weapons. Seems like they'd have to get rid of one to get at the other. Though the one in front of Rohk felt like he didn't need that weapon. "I'll mount your head on a wall for that mutt." the orc thought himself to be mighty strong, so he would force the hound to the ground and end him there! Lunging at Rohk he aimed to grab his horns and twist him to the ground.

The hound twists his massive head, though it did little to keep the male from latching his horns and dragging him several inches nearly exposing Leifa to the incomers. They were eye, to eye… to eye to eye, as three sets of twisting vortexes stare mercilessly into the cloudy gunk-filled hate that held him there. His growl is coupled with a few strands of saliva and a well-placed lowly bark saturates the face of the one holding him. A hind leg raises, then plants itself to the earth and pulls back, the tension meant to tilt the balance all while keeping Leifa under his form. He shakes his head, the growls heaving in each breath whilst a controlled blast of heat turns his horns to an amber glowing state. The sizzle of flesh merits the Orc to release, causing the hound to stumble away from Leifa’s crouched form. One of the three brandishing their weapons is bumped into, causing the hound to whirl around and bite at the weapon in an effort to rid the Orc of his reason to paint himself a target. He loses sight of Leifa momentarily in latching those tails around his arm, in a chainsaw manner the tails drag opposite directions, severing the limb like a hot knife through butter.

Two of the orcs are left howling in pain. One lucky enough to only get burned, the other not so much. The one with the missing limb clutched at the area where his appendage used to be and backed away. He didn't think that it was worth losing his life for lunch. At this rate he would be the next meal! He turned and stumbled his way through the forest blindly in fear and pain. It didn't seem likely that the orc would make it. Either blood loss would get to him before he could properly do something about it or the elves of the forest would pick him off before he got too far. The one who got burned had gotten burned had picked up his hammer again and went to make another swing at the hound. This time at his legs. The remaining two had a little more sense than to fight the hound like this head on. So instead one quickly scooped up Leifa, making a mad dash away as she was left unguarded and held her mouth shut. So she couldn't make a sound other than a squeak of protest, and to keep her teeth away from them.

The hound does not give chase to the wounded, his fate is sealed. The Orc, having found his weapon raised it up high, a little too high as the hound utilizes his body to bound off of, making his way in the direction of faint muffled squeaks. His claws lash out, dragging flesh from bone at the backs of those attempting to flee. Flee they could, just not with his Leifa. For such a heavy beast he was fast, and in comparison to his enemies he was rather intuitive. In terms of Leifa… Rage overruns his form, lashing wildly and kicking up mud and debris in an effort to round them like cattle until they released his wyvern. He was hurling warnings and threats in a language from the seven hells, no doubt impossible to understand for any being of this realm. His entire form was fully ablaze and he would be damned to let anyone out of the herd until the darling was released without harm.

As fast as they went to make their escape one of them hadn’t gotten away unscathed, having his back clawed by the hound. But if they thought they could get away with it the orc could live with the scars. It would be a hell of a story to tell! Well, if they got away that is. As soon as the hellhound started circling them the one holding Leifa got a desperate look on his face while the other simply looked scared. This was supposed to be a simple hunt! Why did they go after something like a hellhound? Or a wyvern for that matter. It was small sure, but it was so out of place in this forest why wouldn’t it have something watching after it? The one still holding Leifa had just about enough though. Reaching back he pulled a dagger and pressed it against her throat. If the hound loved this wyvern so much then he’d be smart enough to let him go. But while he did Leifa wasn’t sitting there helplessly. Her muzzle was nice and free now. And biting right into the hand that held the dagger. Cursing angrily he dropped then kicked her away. Momentarily forgetting that there was still a hellhound circling them.

Rohk was infuriated, kicking Leifa like that was just not okay. He takes off full speed, passing the still tumbling squeaker and enshrouding her in a cloud of kicked up dust. Within the few moments of his approach where he would have leapt to maul him twin tails scoop up the fallen dagger. Two paws come heavy to the complaining chest of the Orc, knocking him off balance and pinning him to the ground. With a mix of drool and distaste one tails hovers overhead, aiming the dagger in a scorpion stance while he entertained the idea of inflicting the same reward it promised poor Leifa. With a snarl and a slew of snot blown on the orcs face he changes his mind. Taking a half step forward, the hellbeast elects to lift his leg, acrid piss draining like a firehose on the Orc’s open mouthed face. It would sting as the sizzle of eroding skin began sloughing away, peeling to leave permanent scars but he would at least escape with his life. When finished he puffs his chest out to the one still remaining; the dare was pronounced enough.

Leifa laughed in her own way when Rohk did that. The orc, however was both mortified and in a lot of pain. Acid piss was a cruel fate. Crawling from beneath Rohk he got to his feet and was fast to make his retreat. The other one there was more than willing to run like hell after him. Though there was still that last orc who was still very angry at the insults that hound decided to distribute against him. Then his comrades as well! He was ashamed to even associate himself with them. Brandishing his warhammer he ran at them with a roar and swung it full force straight into the face of that wretched mutt!

Ro wasn’t expecting the Warhammer, in earnest he had thought that guy ran away a while ago. Still, in mid turn to walk away he faces is knocked sideways with spit and two or three teeth flying away at an alarming speed. He staggers, front legs crossing as he tries to find his center. He wasn’t out for the count though, merely disoriented as he listens for Leifa’s chirps to tell him which way he was supposed to go. A stumble to the left rams his body into something hard, which he swipes at sending wooden shrapnel across the small clearing. That tree was reduced to a silent timber as it teetered toward the one that hit him.

The orc stopped to gloat in his latest. And very successful hit. By walking over and picking up the loosened teeth. Perhaps he shall wear them as a necklace to show off his strength. The hound wasn't that tough after all! He even needed the hatchling to help him! Couldn't even do it himself... Tossing the hammer onto his shoulder he went to end the disoriented Rohk before the unmistakably growing shadow of a tree? Oh. With a crash the orc disappeared under the fallen tree without another sound. With everything seemingly fine now she padded up next to Rohk and nuzzled him thankfully.

Rohk sidles up to a loan appendage sticking out from the massive fallen tree. He signals Leifa to pick up the trophies and bring them along. By the time she finally understands what he is trying to say she does as she is asked and the hounds tails lift her atop his form. Back to the cabin they go.

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RP:Helping the little guy