by amarok. » Fri Mar 09, 2018 9:10 am
Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Aurora
In the movies, a shooter always shot up and a little to the side, to account for wind and gravity. That was total bull. The crosshairs were never wrong.
He pulled out the sniper rifle from the backseat, loaded it and adjusted his SIMRAD scope to the conditions, climbing up into the back of the truck and resting the rifle’s bipod legs on the roof, lowering his head to the scope and settling down for what could have been a long wait.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t.
Theo fell back with a yelp as he saw the crimson heat signature of the beast thundering towards him across the snow, faster than should have been possible, barely fast enough himself to avoid the hind claws that skidded across his body armour (?). He pulled the tactical knife free from his boot and stumbled back as far as he could, trying to put the truck between him and the monster without exposing his back. Normally, the length of black steel was a comforting weight in his hand, but compared with the wolf, it was no more than a flimsy piece of metal, despite the silver-plating he’d recently added to the blade.
He didn’t like his chances.
Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Aspat
The surge of feral pleasure, mixed with human relief, that hit her as her teeth sank in and bones began to crack, shattered as the knife he held in his other hand arched down and carved a deep furrow across her shoulder, scarlet spraying the snow underpaw and misting in the frigid air.
She let out an inhuman screech and let go, rolling away from his knife hand before he could strike again. The wound burned.
Blair almost turned and ran, while she had the chance, in the hope he’d be too distracted to aim a decent shot at her, but the unforgettable scent of the cooling body, only feet behind her, drove her forward into a second attack. This monster would not get away while she still drew breath. Still wary of the knife in his good hand, she lunged for his legs in an attempt to knock him down, claws spread and jaw wide open.
Emmelene Tersen I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Adam, Luka, Saturn, Skylar, Mark, Jason.
Emmy’s head shot up as Jason carried the fallen blonde past, eyes wide in shock. “Skylar!” She half-swung herself out of bed, grimacing as the movement jarred her own injuries, and watched as a dimly familiar figure was assisted in after them by Luka, freezing as she recognised the former Beta and registered the blood on his clothing. “What happened?!”
Tue teenager tugged off her oxygen mask, letting it dangle around her neck, and shot a look of panic at Adam. She didn't know what to do.
Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Emmy, Adam, Skylar, Mark, Luka, Saturn.
Jason zoned out. Digging out a blanket to preserve his Beta's modesty, he stripped off the bloodied clothes and took out the bullets, eyes narrowed in concentration. In truth, he needed another pair of hands. Badly. But it looked like he'd have to cope.
He stuck a small dose of adrenaline into her wrist through another IV tap, hoping - most likely in vain - that it'd deal with the silver poisoning, and dug out the second set of artificial respiration apparatus.
The abdominal wound wasn't as bad as it had first looked. A minor artery had been damaged, by the look of it, but he could cauterise it if he had to. Her organs seemed fine - nothing that wouldn't heal itself in a few hours. He rinsed the injury out with saline, administered a local anaesthetic shot and antibiotics.
The hip wound was what worried him. He cursed under his breath. The bullet appeared to have gone almost all of the way through her back and out, only stopped by her pelvis.
Almost definitely a fracture, possibly some nerve damage. The nerve damage would probably heal itself after a few shifts, but the fracture would only get worse, considering how stubborn Skylar was.
Goddamit, he needed better equipment. A x-ray machine, or an ultrasound scanner at the very least.
He made do with tentatively manipulating the joint once he'd - after a few seconds of hesitation - proceeded to cauterize the other injury. He'd have to slap an entire bottle of iodine onto the sealed wounds to stop them festering, but as much as he hated the idea of burning the wounds shut, he knew there was nothing else that'd stop the bleeding - not when those bullets had been in there for so long.
Jay finished up quickly after that, and pulled the gloves off with shaking hands to run a hand through his hair. He hadn't done a very good job. Barely able to hold a cotton swab steady, he set about cleaning away the gore on the female with the leftover iodine and saline solution, dumping her ruined clothes into a plastic box to be burned later.
"Saturn, or Adam, I don't care who, go and get some of Skylar's pijamas. Button ups and loose pants, if she has any. Secondly, she's going to need a transfusion. I'm going to need those records from wherever the hell Benji put them."
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back after a long/involuntary hiatus! bear with me while i get my bearings again.
my pronouns are she/they.
i left a lot of stuff here unfinished and can't remember most of what i was up to.
please feel free to shoot me a dm over on discord at amar#8393. my inbox here
is still swamped and i'm a little too intimidated to go wading through it
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