Rise of the Lycans (Invite Only RP)

[Blackhorsebeth]

A deep red shape merged out of the fog, his large form blocking the path of the chestnut pelted she-wolf ((Azelma)). Ice blue eyes fixed onto her green orbs, their piercing stillness unnerving and eerie. Blood mingled with the red fur of his chest and arms, and he looked as if he had just lost a personal battle.
Zalmikku had never made it to the woods. The she-wolf he had carried had died in his arms, half way across the battle field. Her wounds were just too great. As he has stared into her deep brown eyes, another piece of his stone cold heart had died, and Zalmikku could not stay with her any longer. He could not watch her die. Setting her down by a fallen lycan, he had turned and walked away as the she-wolf closed her eyes for the last time. A tear for all the fallen threatened to fall from his orbs, but he pulled himself together with a choked grunt and quickened his pace for the sanctuary of the forest. He had to get out of this forsaken hell-hole. And, unwittingly, Zalmikku had stumbled upon this she-wolf’s path.
The red male had not fought beside his brethren in the battle. Having been in the dungeons at beginning of the battle, he had fought his way out of this stone prison, and then embarked upon a personal campaign to destroy his masters. Due to his solo actions, it was highly unlikely any of the survivors knew him, and he was not familiar with them either. Still, he was not one for teamwork and holding hands in daisy fields. He was a warrior, born and bred.
And yet, this chestnut pelted wolfess made him stop and look again. There was an innocence about her, a sense of compassion and thoughtfulness that her soft face exuded. The type who would make a good healer. The arrow was still stuck in Zal’s shoulder; he had not bothered yet to yank it out. He noticed a bump on her head, and her thumb looked painful. Without really realising what he was doing, Zalmikku reached out his paw, took hers and eased her crushed thumb away from the pad slightly. “Don’t clench your fist. Give the blood room to flow. It will heal faster,” he muttered gruffly, embarrassed and surprised by this unexpected assistance on his part. “And get out of here. The smoke alone is enough to attract the vampires, let alone all this stupid howling. They will be here soon, and they will show no mercy.”

[Dogs Can Bark]

"I'm fine." Lucien retorted, fibbing once again. "But we should get out of here, maybe that will draw the others towards the woods aswell." The wolf said, struggling to stand as his legs seemed to tell his mind that he should not walk, but his mind didn't listen. He started scenting the air, not really knowing what he was looking for, but he soon decided which way the forest must be so he started in that direction. Lucien looked back to see if Marca was following, then kept walking. Each step felt like he was stepping on spikes, the pain shot up his rear legs and to his spine.

[mirage.]

Derrin sighed and crouched down next to Cole.
This isn't time to scare others off, he thought sternly to himself. He looked around to try and find a piece of cloth that was clean enough to cover her wound. His eyes rested on a dead lycan's body and he turned her over, ripping off a piece of cloth from the back of her shirt. He wiped the dirt off and realized it was surprisingly clean, she must have died early on in the battle...

A feeling of guilt swept over Derrin and her said a small, silent prayer for the poor female. Turning back to Cole, he handed her the cloth.
"Here, you can use it to put pressure on the wound without getting it dirty", he said. It would probably get a nasty infection. Her paws were grimy and probably not helping. "It'll also absorb the blood."
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Azelma jumped in surprise as a large figure blocked her path. She recovered from her little fright as she identified the figure as another lycan. There was something quite peculiar about him. He looked...sad? No, that wasn't it. She realized she had been staring and turned her gaze down from his haunting eyes. She shivered slightly, almost intimidated by this mighty were-wolf.

She felt him take her paw and winced as he moved her thumb away slightly from the rest of her hand.
"Thanks," she muttered. "But I could have taken care of it..."
However, her small smile was enough to say that her latter words were merely pride.

With concern, she noticed her had an arrow sticking out of his shoulder blade. She grimaced.
"Better take care of that," she observed, longing to take the arrow out. It unsettled her. However, she didn't want to inflict pain on someone, even if it was simply to help. Yanking arrows out was most definately painful.

However thankful she was, she wasn't ready to take the lycan's advice. Yes, she did want to get out of here, more than anything, but she couldn't leave anyone else behind.
"I don't want to go," she muttered, biting her lip. "I don't want to leave yo-...erm, others behind. That's selfish," she said stubbornly. However, her eyes told the truth. She wanted to get out of here. And fast.

[Veggievampire]

Cole watched the other lycan carefully, she saw him pause to say a prayer for the female who he had borrowed the cloth off of and raised a eyebrow. She took the cloth carefully and pressed it to her head "Name's Cole" she murmured, tilting her head up to look at the stars. She sighed quietly and looked back at Derrin, her blue eyes sparkling. Normally she'd be teasing and flirting with any boy near her but right now it was inappropriate and she didn't have the heart.

[mirage.]

Derrin noticed the raised eyebrow and narrowed his eyes; well, his eye, to be precise.
"Derrin," he muttered. He got up. "I've got enough of looking for others, I'm heading to the forest. I guess I'll meet others on the way. You coming?"
He knew there was probably about a two percent chance she'd come, he wasn't exactly a person he thought others would want to hang out alone with.

[Veggievampire]

Cole looked at him "I would but what about the others? We can't leave them here....?" she said, jumping off the rock and landing gently on her paws. She looked up into his eyes..eye challengingly, seeing that they were narrowed she backed off a little.

[mirage.]

Derrin bit his lip, frustrated at his zero social skills.
"You can't spend your life caring about others if you want to survive," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He wiped off a bit of caked mud from one of the.
Damn, I really need a bath. Well, so did Cole, he noted with satisfaction.
"I did my best, but now it's time to leave. You're free to stay."

[Veggievampire]

Cole snorted "As if" and rolled her eyes.
She studied his body behaviour and noted that he wasn't going to kill her any time soon. She smirked and looked up at him "Where are we going then?" she asked.
She stretched her legs which had gone stiff from being curled up for a long time and grinned at Derrin. She wanted to irritate him for some reason.

[Blackhorsebeth]

It almost surprised Zalmikku to see the wolfess smile slightly. His red ears laid back against his head, his life of torture refusing to let him believe anything but paranoid feelings. What the hell was so funny, out here in the middle of a battle field? Was she smirking at him? If she even dared to insult him he’d…but then she spoke again, and he snapped back to the present. She was looking at the arrow in his shoulder. She looked…concerned. Zalmikku rolled his eyes, lifted his right paw to his left shoulder, and with a mighty heave yanked the arrow out of his flesh. The wound screamed, and a dark trickle of blood seeped into his already red pelt. It hurt more than he expected, but he would not cry out in pain. That would be a sign of weakness, especially out here in the open, exposed.
Grimacing and grunting with surpressed agony, Zalmikku brought the arrow to his face. The shaft had snapped, leaving the arrowhead lodged in his skin. And then he saw something that made his blood feel like ice. A glint of silver, on the end of the shaft. Of course! How had he been so stupid? Of course their enemy would use their one weakness, silver, to make their arrowheads and sword blades! And there was a spear of silver stuck in his flesh. He had to get it out!
The wound was bleeding heavily now, it’s damage seeming to increase as the seconds ticked by, feeling like hours. If he didn’t get it out, the silver arrowhead would cause him to bleed to death. Groaning, he reached up to claw at his own shoulder, desperate to rid himself of this sadistic weapon., no matter the cost. Zalmikku was not about to survive the battle, only to die in the aftermath!

((sorry if it doesn't exactly work like this; I'm not totally familiar with the effects of silver on werewolves ^^, I'm kinda going for Superman's kyrptonite effect on him ))

[mirage.]

Derrin nodded towards the tree line.
"Forest, it'll be safer there."
Puzzled by Cole's smile, he shook his head. They were definately not on the same page when it came to "reactions to a dangerous situation". However, he was a bit relieved. At least she wasn't going to be stupid and stay. People were bound to come soon.
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Azelma's smile vanished as she saw the glint of silver on the arrow-head. Springing into action, she no longer cared if it hurt the male or not. The silver had to leave the wound. With great care, she opened up the wound a bit more, hoping she wouldn't hurt him too much. A shadow passed over her face as she caught a glimpse of the silver. It was deep into the wound. What the hell was she supposed to do, rip it out? And she wasn't sure if the male would react well to her clawing at his wound. Ah well, it was too late now.