RP:Sun Sucking Wretch, You Will Pay.

Blocked City Exit

Daisy iiiiis. Oh where are we? A city exit. A blocked one, surrounding them with brambles and thorned boughs! Pretty scary stuff. Great for druidery magics to snatch up and... oh wait. Peaceful greetings for new people, kitten! Lets be nice to the drow and see what happens. The feline nods to herself and wanders further into the little bramblecave with her paws folded behind her back. Whatever the drow may be doing, she moves up behind him and rocks back and forth on her heels. "Hi."

Vyriin is forced to use a totally more serious form of writing as he's a drow and mean; like drows are supposed to be, maybe I'll throw in some large words...hrm. Distraught, adrift from his scouting party and left for dead Vyriin is on the verge of unconsciousness, his breathing harsh and shallow as he lies upon a loamy bed of dead leaves and damp moss. A single, glazed crimson eye flashes open to take in the advancing druid, his lips peeling back in a primal, if not weak, snarl. However, not in any shape to talk big or throw down, he is sorta, kinda reduced to lying there half growling, half moaning in a mess of brambles, ripped clothes and primal angst.

Daisy decides that moving behind him means she is standing just above his head. Bending at the waist, she looks down at the injured man. Not "down at" like he is less than she is, but as in down like the direction cause she is standing and he is lying and yes. Yes this will do just fine. "Oh stop that." Now don't get me wrong. The kitten isn't fearless. Not by a long shot. She'd never let on she's afraid of you though. Unless... ah well that is for another rp for another day. She offers the drow a bright smile (looks like the sun, she does) and circles Vyriin to get a better look at just what his injuries are. "What happened to you?"

Vyriin is probably gifted a fairly decent view of Daisy's weapon of choice what with the bending and all which briefly turns his glare into a leer but only briefly. Pissed off and gravely wounded there isn't much that can take his mind off his current predicament. "Hurt." His use of the common tongue is uncommonly poor, for one of his educated kind, the word is drawn out like a hiss, a blade released of its sheathe, cold and malicious. "...pale skins." A deep gasp is issued as a tumultuous tremor ticks tremulously throughout his now torrid form, altering the timbre of his tone jus' a lil' bit. "Quack. It. Hurts."

Daisy lets out a hefty sigh as she continues to walk around the man. "Well yes, I can see that." Now don't sass him, kitten. For all you know, he could reach out and snatch you up by your throat. No. Not in this condition he isn't. And he really isn't going to do anything like that if he realizes what you are. Go on and tell him. Fix up the poor bastard and please don't lecture him about taking care not to lose fights. They don't like it when you do that. "Daisy." She kneels down by Vyriin's hip and tugs at his clothes a bit away from his wounds. "My name is Daisy. Would you like something for the pain?"

Vyriin can barely contain the groan that stirs inside him when he is touched; something deep, dark and unnatural winding its way around his gut and stopping in the pit of his throat. Needs must Vyriin and right now aid was needed or he was going nowhere and takin' the short road. "Help. Us." The words tasted like poison slipping from his lips, the weakness he was showing reverberating like a church bell within his heart, mind and soul. He would never walk among true drow again but at least he would live to walk once more. "Help. Us." Two words that both saved and condemned him.

Daisy's heart melts. How often does she hear those words muttered from dying lips. She reaches over and cups the drow's cheek. Her paw is soft and fuzzy and warm there. "Sshhh. I will help you." Oi! He said us, kitten. Us. How many of him are there? Be careful, yeah? "Yes." Don't answer out loud! The kitten's nose twitches as she digs for a small vial from her bag. "This will taste... ah... very bad. But it will help your pain." She holds the vial to his lips. Should he drink it, the potion will taste very much like boysenberries and old socks. Yum! Those feline eyes do another sweep of his body in attempt to find the worst of the injuries. Is he bleeding or stabbed or missing a limb or... cough... throw a girl a little hint here, yeah? n.~

Vyriin is suffering from a pretty severe laceration to his stomach and then other numerous cuts to his legs and arms; banged up real good. He would, at length, drink the potion provided, grimacing and gasping at the both the exertion and the taste in equal measure. "Arghh. Poison us. You poison us." Of course she would, when did those sun kissing scum ever aid the drow, "Sun sucking wretch you will pay." With all the celerity left in his fragile body he jerks forward to grab the druid, of course with little to no strength, attempting with every remaining fibre to show his defiance to the surface dwellers in delivering little more than a rough shake to the woman, should he manage to grasp her. Take that!

Daisy lets the drow grab at her arm and shake it a bit. Ah well, if it makes him feel better. She tucks the vial away with a smile. "Yes, of course. I will pay." That little concoction will race through his body rather quickly, making his pain lessen quite a bit. "You may call me names if it makes you feel better." She giggles softly and whistles to the trees. "I've been called many things." From those trees trots a small, stygian unicorn pony. The druid snaps her fingers and that pony moves closer, hesitant at first, but then with confidence. "Snoozle isn't going to hurt you." No, in fact! That unicorn starts licking at the drow's minor cuts to his legs, healing them while Daisy tears away Vyriin's shirt to get a better look at that belly wound.

Vyriin is a little nonplussed at this point, he felt better and better and well number. That wasn't so bad, or was this what death felt like -- at some point he would see the light and into the eternal embrace of the spider goddess he would go. The unicorn is bizarre, he'd grant you that no matter your skin colour but at this point in time it licking at his wounds was the least of his worries, he had to prepare for the fight everlasting that would soon envelop him. No rest for the wicked they say and amidst the swords and knives of the drow after life he would need every shred of his strength to survive. Moments turn to minutes and minutes to longer bits of time, it felt like he would never pass away. Wait, he wasn't dying after all, this strange pawed woman had kept her word and kept him alive. What in Sven's name.

Dasiy lets Snoozle do his thing and take care of those arm and leg wounds. Such a handy little creature to have! As she pulls some random things from her bag, she offers the drow a bit of advice. "I've trained him to stab you in the throat with his horn if he is attacked." This advice is offered with a smile and such a sweet voice as if she just offered you tea and cake. A cloth is soaked with some water so she can gently clean that wound. Humming softly, she presses a paw to the side of it. That will definately hurt. "Oh! You're lucky nothing was damaged inside." That bushy tail of hers swishes in the grass while a finger taps her lips. "Hmm... pink or purple ~ Ah!" And here comes a small cactus out of that bag of hers. What fun, eh?

Vyriin realistically, is drained at this point, deep shuddering breathes wracking his now slowly-healing body. What is a drow to do at this juncture, licked by a unicorn and undergoing the delicate attentions of a cactus wielding cat. Aside the fairly massive trauma he had undergone, what with being stabbed two ways from Friday, he now had the mental weight of all this kindness and weirdness, in equal measure, going on. Between a unicorn and a soft place, as the saying goes, he lay, too tired to fight, too broken to move and too belligerent to say thank you. Suffice is to say, he simply blurts out the words that sidle through the foggy mists of his battered mind. "Strange creature."

Daisy turns her smile to the drow. "Oh of course." She knows she's strange. Why help the drow? They're mean and growley and killingfull and stabby and sometimes kicky! All of that doesn't matter. Why? Because he'll return the favor down the road somehow. They always do. "Are you going to tell me your name?" She looks back to the cactus held in one paw. This cactus has a small, purple flower sprouting from the top kind of shaped like a bowl. She sticks her finger in that flower in almost a violating sort of way. That finger is then rubbed around the outside of Vyriin's wound. What is it? Oh that nectar will make everything amazing. The whole area will feel tingley like glitter and candy dancing on mountaintops. Yes dancing. She then pulls one of the needles from the cactus in an oh so gentle manner. Slowly. Slowly. There! At the end of the needle, where it was lodged into the cactus, is hot pink thread! And now we begin our sewing.

Vyriin is both tingly and growly at the same time and as well as being cured is infected with Daisy's endearing style of writing and therefore does a little of it himself unconsciously, constantly. Curse her. Writhing this way and that, doing his best to block out the mental ramifications of this encounter the drow begins to slowly return to form, his cheeks flushing and the throbbing in his legs slowly ebbing to a halt. "My. Thanks. Creature." he breathes, the words possessing very little of the warmth they usually would when one's life is saved however, drow is as drow does. You know that. "A debt is owed." Oooh, looks like someone just got themselves a drow bodyguard.

Daisy enjoys expressing herself in a very casual manner because when life is hardly -that- serious. She also finishes the very last stitch with a firm knot. Sshhh. Don’t tell the drow you tied a little pink bow there! A giggle is stifled and with a snip of her claws, the string is cut from him as well as the cactus. “Oh I do love debts! But first.” All of her things are tucked away in that bag of hers and a nectarine sized little package is pulled from her bag. It is shiny and blue with snowflakes on it. “You should eat this tomorrow.” She presses it to the palm of his hand. “But not until tomorrow!” The kitten’s sense of urgency is pretty scary. The sky darkens and there is even some thunder going on over there. But then she smiles and everything is sunshiney and bright again! “And you have to tell me your name.” How many times does a girl have to ask? And what happened to the... oh there she is. Snoozle froliced off into the brambles for funsies.

Vyriin coughs around a knee jerk reaction to the tying off his sutures. "Vyriin. Vyriin Illaestran." The retreating unicorn is eyed with a little more concern now that his senses are slowly returned to him. "Strange." Shifting his position so as to grab the proferred package he nods in time with the female's words, "Tomorrow. Yes." Struggling a lil' bit, he attempts to right himself with the aid of a nearby tree, his fingers grasping vainly at the gnarled bark. "Tomorrow." He sighs, wishing already the day of recuperation was upon him. Now that his life no longer was hanging in the balance there was other fish to fry, spiders to crush and things to deal with, where to stay for the night, how to remain undetected by the sun-licking populace of Kelay and what to eat. No rest for the wicked they say, and he was as wicked as they came.

Daisy never could read minds. It isn’t something she learned how to do. Nor does she have the desire to! Who would want to know what was going on in everyone’s head all the time anyway? Sure you could win some money playing poker or what have you, but still. No thank you. Where was I going with this. Oh! Right. So. “Yes tomorrow.” That little package she gave her new drow friend is a chocolate truffle. Damn right I said friend! Just wait. Think you’re addicted to the kitten now? Let her do something cute and you’ll be so hooked. Mind reading! “Pleased to meet you, Vyriin. Next time it’ll be under more positive circumstances, I hope.” This whole time she is rummaging in her bag. Ah! “You need to eat something. The medicine in those stitches will make you nauseous on an empty stomach. Looking up at him with big eyes, those tiny paws hold out some foodstuffs for him to take.

Vyriin grants the food a surreptitious inspection before moving to take it. "A debt once more is cast, Creature. You have my...", a forlorn glance is sent to the empty sheathe at his side, "...blade. Once it is replaced." Working his way through beef at hand he speaks once more, "Your name?" And there it was returned, his cold, cut to the chase manner. "To whom do I owe this life-debt."

Daisy supposes he doesn’t remember her giving him her name because he was delirious with pain and the almost dyingness of when they first met. “Daisy.” No one is ever surprised when she tells them her name. Especially not the drow. A smile is flashed, making her eyes do that n.n thing like in the anime cartoons, and she turns with a twirl of her dress. “I hope you find a sword soon. I like to go into places where things try to eat me. That’s where all the best poisons are.” A giggle bubbles out of the kitten and she skips off, leaving Vyriin there to enjoy his dinner.

Vyriin pretty much just nods and watches the fae like druid dissipate into the distance, munchin' on his food and washing it down with milk. Putrid stuff but beggers cannot be choosers.