The Deserted ~ semi-lit RP (one more spot)

[bee]

Troye winced as the boy yelled, running forward as he blocked the attack, and pried his new friend away from the panther by wrapping his arms around Chris's chest and dragging him from the deadly claws. He heard a mewl, and looked up to see panther cubs, watching their mom beat down on the two teenagers. Well, that was why she was attacking. At least, that'd make sense. Troye could feel the blood from Chris soaking into the sleeves of his hoodie, and realized how bad his wounds where. Man, they just couldn't avoid getting hurt.

[stormy tom]

Chris felt Troye's arms wrapping around his chest and drawing him backwards, but he resisted. The panther was attacking again and Christopher managed to transform before both he and Troye were skewered. Slashing the air and pulling free of the other boy, he knocked her backwards but was careful not to hurt her too badly. Her cubs needed her.
The mother, realizing that this boy would not give up or be beaten down so easily, backed away but made I clear that she was always ready to take them out if they threatened her cubs or her territory. Christopher caught the mother's meows and understood them, her words ringing in his ears before he changed back into a human and sank to the ground. He forced himself to stand, blood dripping from his body and his dislocated arm limp by his side. He turned to Troye. "Did she hurt you?"

[bee]

Troye looked over Chris with a shocked expression, but it quickly changed to worry. "No! I'm fine!" He was mad at Chris for not running right to them, and taking that hit for him. Sure it would've left a big mark, but the other boy was hurt enough. He stepped forward and shoved Chris gently towards a tree. "Sit. Now." Troye ordered. He didn't know exactly how to treat wounds, but wrapping them up in cloth was better then nothing.

[stormy tom]

"No, salt water," Christopher took his dislocated shoulder and angled his body before ramming his side into the nearest tree. His arm gave a slight pop, but it was no enough and not in the right place. Pulling it out and angling it again, Christopher gave it another shot, with no luck again. "Troye, can I ask you a favour?"' he asked. "If you take my arm and follow my instructions it should pop back in." Christopher wiped hair from his face.

[bee]

Troye winced as he slammed into the tree. "Quit it out! Your going to mess it up even more!" He placed a hand on Chris's uninjured shoulder to keep him in place. "I-I can try, I guess. You have to lay down." Troye grumbled, running a hand through his still damp black hair. He wasn't looking forward to popping his shoulder back in place, but if he must...

[stormy tom]

Christopher sat down and closed his eyes. "Okay, now listen very carefully," he explained. "Put one hand on my shoulder and my arm int the other. Hold them fairly close together." He began.
"Now push inwards slightly and twist backwards until you feel it sort of shift into place. As soon as that happens then push hard and fast without hesitation. Ignore all sounds that I make until you feel that bone is in right."

[bee]

Troye did as he was told, one hand on the boy's shoulder and one holding his arm, pushing inwards and twisting backwards. "Sorry." He mumbled, knowing it'd hurt. This wasn't his way of doing it, the way Troye had heard of was just to lay him down! and yank his arm sideways. That'd set it quickly, instead of causing him pain, but if he'd like Troye to do it this way, so be it.

[stormy tom]

There was a pop. "That didn't hurt as much as I thought it would," Christopher twisted his arm, moving it around a little. "Thanks."
He stood up, slipping off his shirt. It was pretty shredded and still soaking wet with both blood and water mixed together. Shaking water from his hair, Christopher leaned against the nearest tree. "Alright, time to dip in some salt water."

[bee]

(Sorry if I don't reply fast enough, I'm watching the Avengers xP)

Troye reached down and ripped off a long strip of cloth from his tattered jeans, then stood and walked over to Chris. "Here." He said softly and pressed it against a long claw mark on the boy's shoulder. "So, water. What so you plan on doing with salt water."

[stormy tom]

(That's fine :3)

"Salt water is very good for cleaning and keeping out infection. It hurts but it works," Chris explained, heading back through the forest. At least they had found fresh water. Chris took what Troye handed him, tying it firmly around his injured arm. The blood soaked into the fabric instantly. "I'll deal with my chest once I wash the wound out." Christopher coughed and spat blood.