September 01, 2002days go by [taryn][wyrmpit]
(taryn)
She was careful, as he had told her to be, and thus it took her a bit longer to get back to the pit then she had counted on. Complaining muscles aside, the walk was worth it. (Stutterstep)Though the mainroom (kickballchain) and toward her room (broken door and all) where pack is stripped off and tossed on her bed. She joins it there, momentarily, kicking off her boots and settling comfortably crosslegged to unpack the herbs she'd picked up along the way, and goes about mixing for Asher(packmate,brother,lover)'s next dosages..(asher)
youglazed (watering) eyes search the darkness
he could not remain in the vise-grip of Sian's arms, a restlessness clawing at muscles that refused coordinating to work, stumbling from the (comfort) chambers into his own (nightmare)
door slammed shut(tightly, tightly, else they'll come again, and steal all you love away)
still a whisper on my lips
a feeling at my fingertips
is pulling at my skinflesh crawls (burns) beneath the aggrivation of fabric, frustration begetting irritation begetting anger, his gaze dropping to the trackmarks along inner bicep (glowing, writhing, seething, demanding to be filled) hands reaching to shred shirt away (panic) before the soft cotton melds itself to blistering (freezing) skin
(hallucinations choking cries in velvet throat)
you.... you leave me when i'm at my worst
feelin as if i've been cursed
with a cold within.....cramping, itching, tickling, maddening
the Galliard can feel the Rage building in rubberband filled body (muscles don't work) falling to a rocking crouch (brain doesn't work) nails (razors) dragging up bulged (veins work, they're crawling away to find for themselves what I will not bring) ridges inside forarms in effort to cease the flow (pain) stop the worms (Wyrms) from escaping his skin(Father don't leave me..... I will survive this and be strong......don't leave me now.....)
days go by..... and still i think about you
days when i could live my life without you
days go by and still i think about you
days when i could live my life without you.....crimson rain washes tankboots in blasphemous baptism (cleanse these tears, cleanse this pain) one devastation exchanged for another
......without you
(taryn)
Gaze lifts at the stumbleslam of the door down the way, and lips curl into wry grin (...i hate you...) before she finishes gathering the items seperated from the rest (..it is duty of packmates to ease the pain of the others..) as she stands.. bare feet making barely a sound as she moves toward the kitchen where hot water is quickly prepared and poured into another thermos. She adds the tea - knowing what he will need now as she has done her homework - and mixes well. Clean mug grabbed, before she (dances) moves again toward his (shuttight) door.. a gentle wrap...
"Asher?"
(asher)
away from the blood puddling on the floor those eyes do snap focus narrowing on the light peeking beneath the heavy (reinforced) door marred by her feet.......what.
more in her mind than her ears (stomach threatens to heave) hatred thick as it lashes out (whipcrack)
(taryn)
A wince as his voice snaps through her mind, but she straightens her shoulders and with voice still soft..
"I've brought more tea. It will help."
it will not give you what you crave, but ease the ache.. she stands her ground, though inhale picks up the crimson scent that puddles at his feet, unwashed skin and sweatsoaked clothing. Nose wrinkles, but she stands her ground.(asher)
a moment of clarity
legs straighten to lift him towards the door
(slipping in the puddle, cramping and crashing to the floor again)
frustration vented in bone-chilling growl
(control slipping, mindspeak a will of it's own to snake towards those listening)
though finally, the young (aching, cracking) Dancer makes it to the door, talons scraping steel (fumbling) to trip the latch, clinging to wall's support
(sweat-sex-sickness filling her senses)
oblivious to what drips from mangled skin, hitching breath quaking (strong, it will be strong) frame(taryn)
The crash growl sounds through ears and mind, and she shakes her head, slightly - its much worse then it had been. The fumbled latch gives free and she is quick about slipping in and shutting the door (tight) behind her, almost reeling with the scents that assault her senses. She waits the second it takes for eyes adjust to the low light before looking for him... fingers lifting to wipe the sweat from his brow (..indulgeme..) before she moves to the bed and the table next to it in order to pour him some tea..
"These are the herbs I'd told you about.. I picked them up after delivering your message."
Her voice soft (..but strong..) confident her teaching still. A cup poured and set on the table before she looks up at him again..
"They will help."(asher)
...... get. off. my. bed.the only response, wrapping around her mind as a vise
(taryn)
She lifts a brow, slightly, but nods and stands.
"Sure..."
Yeah - definately worse. but she lifts the cup and offers it to him, steaming scents barely permeating the other stench that wavers through the room.
"...if you drink this."
(asher)
worse?
worst
his body within a nightmare all its own (halfshift constricting) crossing the room that will not keep still beneath (slippery) boots, plucking the mug from her fingers, fist (glabro) twisting in her shirt to
lift
and
throw
(the object of my affection)
bones cracking on impactit wasn't a bargaining option.
(taryn)
He takes the mug and fingers fall until shes grappling for his fist just as it lets go and she.goes.flying.
For a split second it isn't bad - all told...
then comes the landing and she crashes into the wall with bone cracking (breaking) impact, wounded cry falling from her lips as she crumples to the floor breath pained through broken ribs as she (painfully)snarls (...i will make you hate me so much more...) at him through tumbledownfirecurls.
"Now you better fucking drink it, Grr'aack."
Teeth grind as she pushes herself up, and slowly stands again, ears ringing from where head too smacked against the wall.
(asher)
frustration rising
(provoking paranoia)body finally cooperating (shifting at once) tar-black fur spilling through skin, knuckles cracking as hands flex
......or......what.....
barked through her mind from the (homicidally) smiling (agonized) chrinos before her, tail lashing above the bed
(taryn)
Two. can play. that game. but she doesn't shift just yet, instead she uses the advantages of clearer (though pain ringing) head and body that obeys commands at once, arms crossing around her rips as she leans back against the wall.
"Or... I'll get to see you in weakened state, refusing the aid of a Packmate"
(loversister)
"just to be an ass. The less your body breaks - the faster your recovery to best this challenge the Father has given you."
Another pained breath - deep - into lungs cradled by broken bone
"It takes far more strength to accept the aid of a cub then to throw her against the wall."
Show. no. weakness.(asher)
show. no. weakness.
show. no. mercy.(paranoia blinding...... just a little.....cracked)
....... a cub without respect......
hissed along her spine (not safe even backed against a wall) the animal crossing over and talons grip fabric once again, hauling her off the floor
..... get. out.
battered (broken) body shoved towards the door (if you stay I will kill you simply to forget my own pain)
(taryn)
Teeth grind in the wake of hissing voice that twists along her spine - but release again in a cry of pain as she is hauled and shoved... she pauses, by the door, however..hand on the knob before she looks at him, voice steady though filled with the pain of grinding bone.
"Drink the tea, Asher. Just trust me."
Do you trust me.
She catches (crazed) mismatched gaze, before she turns her back, and calmly opens the door, and steps out.(asher)
misaligned jaws snap at the air between them (a last effort at control that's waning fast) glaring at the closed door, her only answer the roaring howl that echoes down the tunnels (in the Pack's minds) furniture smashing as (pained, craving) frenzy sets in(taryn)
Posted by asher at September 01, 2002 12:00 AM
She leans back against the wall next to the door as it's closed, and slides painfully to the floor, harsh breath taken as eyes close and she waits until she's able to breath steadily again through the ache that careens through broken form. Not near as bad as the first time they met, but still hurts like a bitch. Amazingly, she doesn't hold it against him - for reasons he most likely will never discover.
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