Danger Zone [open]

[catsavage-Z]

74.07.25 | Mid-Morning | Jungle


Sanderon was eighteen and inwardly thrilled that he would be going on his very first over-night hunting trip into the jungles, alone. Yes, this was a solo trip of the most dangerous kind but Sanderon was ready. He knew it, his brothers knew it and his father was pleased to let him go. His mother though was supportive but worried. What all of them thought was displayed openly upon her face.

"Be careful. The hunter can sometimes become the hunted. Don't forget." She whispered to him as she handed him his dagger and wetstone.

Giving her a nod with a calm smile, he spoke softly to her. "Don't worry mother. I've been training for this day for half my life." Taking the dagger he sheathed it in his belt sheath and stuffed the wetstone in the small holder for it on the front of the sheath.

Running his hands through his dark blond hair, Sanderon's dark gaze looked upon his two older brothers. Arkero handed him his forearm guard and spoke his words, "Don't get too cocky out there. I wouldn't want you to show me up."

One corner of Sanderon's mouth tilted up in a lopsided grin as he took the guard and attached it securely to his left arm. His older brother, Sarron stepped closer and produced his quiver full of arrows. "Stay alert. Keep a calm mind."

Strapping the quiver over his shoulder he nodded with appreciation. Sarron had always been the more thoughtful of his brothers and quieter too. He listened to his brothers words and with one more tug on the quiver's strap, it was firmly in place.

His father was the last to speak. Facing him as the quiet man came forward. Sanderon took the bow he had made himself out of his fathers hands with respect for the occasion. Holding it in his hand and not stringing it over his shoulder, he walked with his father as the man led him to the door.

Sanderon's father placed both of his calloused hands upon Sand's shoulders and smiled quietly. "Remember your training my Son. You walk out of here a boy. You will return a man. Go now and may your hunt be good."

Sanderon bowed his head to his father, took a moment to look into the dark and caring eyes of the one he could never bear to disappoint and then without another glance behind him, Sanderon turned and left their simple home.

Down the trail and into the jungle-wood he went. The time was just after dawn. And the day was cool yet welcoming. The weather was clear.

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Four hours later, the words of his mother came slamming back into his sense as Sanderon stared into the eyes of a hunger-crazed giant feline. 'The hunter can often become the hunted.' Oh how true that was. Would this large beast attack him though or slink away as some did?

Seeing the gaunt look of the feline's rib area and the slight cloudiness of its eyes caused Sanderon to stiffen with knowing. This one was not going to run away and he, had just become the target for this one's next meal.

He kept a calm mind and remembered his training. With the sudden shift in the breeze, he bared his teeth and swiftly notched an arrow as the feline bolted forward with a scream of bloody intentions. A second arrow followed the first and a third as well. All met their mark but the beast kept coming as if it did not feel the three arrows deep in its heart.

With the feline nearly on top of him, one more arrow was shot. A last ditch effort to stop this death that was staring into his very soul. The last arrow flew true, straight through its eye.

The pain was immediate and extreme as the weight of the feline crashed down upon him and his body was crushed under its weight. His head slammed backwards upon the rocky ground. Sanderon's world spun terribly and his vision blurred. He screamed as it became clear that the feline was not still. It was dead but its death throws filled Sanderon's already broken ribs and bruised body with agony.

His blurry world had become a nightmare of pain and helplessness soon after with the blood of the feline running down upon his cheek and neck as it sought the ground. The arrows that had been sunk into its chest were broken off in its fall and had sliced the skin open on Sanderon's thigh. The arrow through the beasts eye remained intact and lay over Sanderon's forehead as the beast's own head lay beside his staring wickedly at nothing. Blood mixed with blood and Sanderon's world tipped away and grew dark. He knew no more.

[Cait]

Despite the near constant raid, Saddyris found a way to slip into the wilderness at least once a day and when she couldn’t—as she had not been able to the day before—she would go on grand adventures…well, she’d try at least. So far nothing overly exciting had happened aside from Dyranor getting slapped for being too friendly with a particularly stiff young woman. She had left her cousin that morning, still asleep well before dawn, intending on making a day of her explorations. She never tired of running and walking through the jungle. True, it probably wasn’t the safest of exploits but she had Mud, Poica and an arsenal of weapons with her including a bow and arrows and a knife.

Rather than run down the Road, which had all but turned to mud, Saddyris had run the length of the Weyr with Mud loping along at her side, Poica swooping and gliding in the dim twilight, oblivious to the promise of a cloudy day. As far as the firelizard was concerned, everyday was a sunny day. Once the trio reached the edge of the jungle, Saddyris saluted a drowsy Moonlight before slipping into the foliage her breathing labored though not horribly so.

A few hours later, after purposely getting herself lost to keep her navigational skills sharp, Saddyris blinked as she heard a sound just at the edge of her hearing capabilities. To Mud, however, the sound was quite clear and with a faint whine he froze, ears pricked before hunkering down to the ground and slinking several strides forward through the brush before looking back at his mistress.

Something was amiss.

She’d spent enough years with the canine, had trained him well enough to read his signals. Tail down, ears up, low to the ground meant get ready for trouble. In a matter of seconds her bow was in her hand, strung and she’d pulled an arrow from the quiver. With a low, drawn out whistle, she anticipated the reaction and took off after Mud who tore off in the direction where the sound had come from. Poica, bless her soul, left off her happy do-da attitude and got serious; flecks of yellow and orange encroaching on the near perpetual blues and greens.

Leaping over downed and decaying trees and ducking under low hanging vines, Saddyris kept the bouncing tail of her canine in sight and when she lost it, Mud dutifully doubled back or slowed his pace until she caught up. It went on like this for a handful of minutes until Mud pulled up short with a growl, nose in the air and his thick fur bristling. Putting the arrow to the bow, green eyes scanned the area taking in even the smallest of details. Parallel grooves on a low branch and trunk, a tuft of golden fur, and…there! Saddyris lowered her bow slightly and crouched down beside a track in the moist ground, quickly measuring it against her own hand and frowning.

Something big had moved through here.

Lifting her gaze she saw Mud sitting there, still tense and slowly stood; she adjusted her quiver for easier access and loosened her knives in their sheaths. With a signal for silence and another for track, she sent a thought winging towards Poica to have the Rainbow scout ahead. As a unit—truly used to such things—the trio moved forward, the neon rainbow slipping through the canopy nearly silent as Mud crept forward.

It wasn’t long before Poica sent an frantic image slamming into Saddyris’ mind, startling her as she was about to step over a mostly decayed log. At first it just looked like a dead feline with an arrow or two sticking out of it. Then she saw the arm protruding from beneath the gaunt frame of the feline, clutching a bow and she gasped.

With bow and arrow clutched in her left hand she lurched forward, Mud ahead of her, she cleared obstacles with the ease of someone who was either very used to the terrain or one that had well trained reflexes. By now it was a bit of both. However, before Saddyris could crash through the final barrier to the small patch of jungle that was open to the sky, Mud halted and dropped to his belly. Saddyris stumbled and pitching forward as her foot crashed through a rotted log hidden by a full carpet of moss, she rolled into the small clearing. Her arrows scattered around her but her bow remained firmly in her hand, unharmed by the tumble.

It was the whine of her trusty canine that alerted her to the danger and even as she rolled to her feet, Saddyris cursed herself rather colorfully as she scooped up as many of her arrows as she could manage and fixed her eyes on the large but gaunt shape lurking at the edge of the clearing. She dared a quick glance at the scene in the center of the tiny clearing and cursed once more. Felines were known to travel in pairs. Her lip curled and she slowly transferred the cluster of arrows to her left hand then placed a single arrow to the bow. This was certainly not the ideal situation. There was something not right about the feline; that was definitely clear when it stepped closer rather than run.

Normally she wouldn’t have taken her eyes off of the prowling feline for anything but a faint moan from somewhere behind and to the left of her startled her into swinging her head around abruptly. That was when it happened. With a feral scream, the feline launched itself into a distance eating lope and snapping her head back around, Saddyris leveled the bow, drew and released even as a black and brown blur tore past her from somewhere to her right. The first arrow slammed into the feline’s shoulder a split second before Mud crashed into the beast’s side and by that time, Saddyris already had another arrow ready.

Somewhere above her, Poica screeched in a mingled display of panic and anger but Saddyris couldn’t afford to pay her any attention as the feline twisted around and swung a paw at Mud, who scampered back, tail and ears high. Though he wasn’t as nimble as the smaller dogs, he was nimble enough and managed to dart in and nip at the feline, more or less keeping it both occupied and stationary long enough for Saddyris to loose two more shots. The first of the two went clear through the feline’s neck in a spray of blood while the second buried itself halfway to the feathers in the feline’s side.

Putting another arrow to the bow, Saddyris whistled and Mud hesitated for a moment before loping stiffly back to her side where he stood, ready to launch another interference attack. The feline, blood staining its entire front; a chunk missing from its ear courtesy of Mud, swung around and faced the young woman and she drew in a slow, deep breath and leveled her bow. Blood continued to gush until the thick coating of moss seemed to soak it up, turning the ground a strange shade of brown.

The feline swayed and lurched forward two halting steps before its front legs collapsed beneath it. When it finally crumpled to the ground, Saddyris let out her breath on a hiss then giving the signal to guard, she rushed over to the other feline and setting her bow within reach, tried to pull the dead weight of the first feline from what she now saw to be a young man. Her hands shook and the rest of her body was quick to follow.

“Poica, fetch a rider!” She didn’t know if the man was dead or alive but as she tugged in vain at the large beast, she heard another faint groan and it gave her hope.

[Shoki]

R'le was having fun. He usually did when he was out with Quiorith. He had long gotten adjusted to his firelizard tagging along, though he did so in a comparability odd way. While the Cloud dragon flew around, R'le giving suggestions for maneuvers, the Flame flitter would cling to his shoulder, peering around as they flew. Burn was a clingy fellow, though R'le had gotten used to it. He was actually kinda glad for it, since if he had gotten someone like Quiorith or himself, he hardly would know where the flitter had gone off to. So Burn was clinging to him as usual when R'le heard him chitter suddenly. R'le turned to wee what was up, and caught what Burn was looking at. A very bright multi-colored firelizard was coming into view and R'le tapped Quiorith to get him to glide toward it. The Neon Rainbow was apparently looking for him, as it made a beeline to him and gave him a image of a large feline and blood. Well that wasn't good. R'le's expression got more serious and he looked over in the direction where she came from. Hmm.

Looks like it might be near enough the clearing closest. Probably. Get better directions. R'le rolled his eyes and turned his head toward Burn, silently telling him to stop clinging to his shirt. The Flame loosened up a bit, enough so R'le could pull him off and look directly at him.

"Follow her to where she came from." Burn chirped once then flew out to the Rainbow, communicating his request to follow silently. Apparently she agreed, chirping a few times and heading directly back as fast as she could. Burn darted after her and Quiorith after them, taking in the area as they went. R'le leaned over to get a better idea of the place they were headed to and noticed that much of the jungle here was sparse enough that they might not have to get a proper clearing. Assuming Quiorith could stick the landing. Of course, they were good at that. Eventually he saw where they were headed and could see where the very bright Rainbow had headed. R'le examined the area and spotted the place before Quiorith could.

"There, the oblong space to the left. It'll be tight and take off will be a pain but it's the best and closest." Quiorith looked over the area he would be landing in and rumbled his agreement. As the Cloud swooped down R'le grabbed two of his throwing knives, just in case. Not much chance of danger any more once the Cloud arrived, but he figured they wouldn't hurt. The Cloud backwinged, and at the same time did a clever little maneuver to land neatly in the space, without so much as touching the surrounding trees. R'le slid off immediately and hopped right over to where the Woman was waiting, looking over not one, but two dead felines, ones that were taken down, but still, it was a scene. He paused to look around the area, but didn't see any other signs of animal life, or human. Burn spotted R'le and went to him, reattaching himself to the rider's shirt.

"What happened here?" R'le glanced around again before realizing she was trying to push a dead feline. He faintly heard a noise and realized someone was underneath the body. "Shards!" The Cloudrider dashed beside her, and started to help pulling at the large dead creature.

[Terayne]

The jungle was quiet, nicely so, but at the same time, it was almost TOO quiet, and Querin looked around, eyes narrowed as he examined his surroundings. He almost was expecting the girl from before to show up with her spear and launch it at him. Chuckling softly to himself as he recalled that day, he continued forwards, sliding through the undergrowth easily and silently. He began to hear a commotion, and a frown touched his lips as he heard screaming, like someone was in pain? His Healer instincts kicked in, and he darted forwards, thankfully arriving AFTER the two felines had been slain. Skidding to a halt at the edge of the clearing, his eyes darted around, taking in the scene swiftly. He could see the Cloudrider he recognized, as well as a girl he didn't, pulling at the carcass of one of the two dead felines, and a frown again graced his features.

Silently, he stalked forwards, his Healer knots more than visible on his brown shirt, marking him a Journeyman of the Craft, although he also had knots marking him as a LifeWing Candidate. "What's happened here?" he asked quietly, then heard a moan and moved past them, enough to see the boy underNEATH the cat. Immediately, he moved forwards as if to help, only to step back a second later, realizing he'd likely only be in the way if he did.

[Cait]

Saddyris continued to try to get the feline to budge; it couldn’t be good for something so heavy to be on top of a person that she wasn’t even sure was alive. Up close she saw the remains of four arrows, the fourth—the eye shot—buried so deep she wouldn’t be surprised if it had lodged itself into the back of the feline’s skull. With a growl and a grunt, Saddyris tried to shove once more, her feet slipping in the soggy, blood soaked ground. Landing hard on her hip she let out a shrill sound of frustration that sent Mud prancing. By now the second feline was well and truly dead and as Saddyris pushed to her feet, hands stained with blood and dirt, Poica trilled loudly and dropped from the canopy into the awkwardly shaped clearing; she wasn’t alone. Trailing her was a Flame firelizard and the Rainbow flashed an image of a rider on a Cloud sky blue, white and grey dragon.

“You did good.” Even as the words left her lips, a dragonrider slipped out of the undergrowth, knives in his hands. He was quick to realize the situation and rushed to help her, though it was Mud that alerted her to the approach of someone or something else as she heaved on the feline with the dragonrider. The poor canine was already on edge, what with the felines and now the scent of a dragon—which he still wasn’t quite used to—so when another man slipped from the jungle’s depth, the canine growled and ran back and forth in a line that separated the man from his mistress who was—now that the feline had been shoved aside—was hovering over the young man that had been beneath it. His tunic and trousers were soaked with blood but it was impossible to tell if it belonged to man or beast; he was breathing though and that was good. Without looking up, she issued a quick whistle and Mud dropped to his belly, panting though he didn’t take his eyes off of the Healer.

“Feline attack; doesn’t look to be mauled.” Saddyris looked up first at the dragonrider then at the Healer and recognizing the knots—though she wasn’t sure if he was Healer or Farmer…which one was pruple again?—well whatever the case he could be of some use. “Should probably get him back to the weyr.”

Leaning over the unconscious man’s body, she closed her fingers around the shaft of his bow, intending to gather it and get it out of the way of the two men. She was surprised when she found it locked firmly in his grasp. Her eyes darted back to his face, brows furrowed.

[catsavage-Z]

Something tugged upon his awareness. The peaceful void of nothingness lifted briefly, allowing the pain to scream back into his body. He gasped harshly and then coughed. Both actions causing a searing pain to slice its way across and deep into his chest. Badly bruised in half a dozen places and a bloody gash on his left thigh...he felt it all. He had also felt a tug on his bow. Yes, that is what had woken him. Opening his eyes, blurry figures swam around in his vision. They looked human. They looked...safe. The sound of a canine's breathing came to his ears but it did not sound threatening.

Mumbled sounds like voices echoed around in his ears briefly but he could not make out what they were trying to say. Not being able to stand the agony his body was in, the darkness captured him again. This time, his grip on the bow was not as strong. He was safe.

[Terayne]

Querin listened to her and nodded, then moved forwards to kneel on the ground beside the young man, not minding the blood, mud and gunk that got on his pants, his concern for the patient. Glancing at the dog, he eyed him carefully, then decided he would likely stay where his mistress had put him, and turned his attention back to the boy. Reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a leather glove and a bottle of numbweed, setting the latter carefully to the ground and putting on the former.

He then opened the numbweed and dipped one leather covered finger in it, guarded from its effects by the hide, and carefully rubbed it into the cuts. His attention then shifted to the gash in the boy's thigh and he frowned slightly, eyeing it. "I need some long strips of cloth," he muttered, looking to the two others. "That gash needs to be bound, and quick, or he's in danger of bleeding out. It's rather close to a major artery."

[Shoki]

R'le mused over the information he was given. Well it was good, he didn't look like the Feline had tore into him a bunch. Still, man he looked like he was in a bad way. It was not good. He turned when the Healer appeared, not noticing when the woman who was on the scene first tugged on the bow that he was holding. However, when he heard the man gasp, he spun back around, and looked vaguely relieved that he was conscious. It didn't last long, he went under again almost immediately. Dandy. When the healer asked for strips of cloth he reached for his bag, but realized there was nothing in there that would help. He only had his knives and food and that wouldn't help. Unless he made his own strips of cloth.

"Pardon me then." R'le moved one of the knives to his other hand so he could hold onto them both in his right hand and used his left hand to pull his shirt over his head and take it off. Burn was very annoyed by this, flying away and chittering his displeasure at no longer having a place to cling to the rider. R'le didn't pay attention though. He didn't waste time once it was off and used his knife to cut it into a long strip and held it out for the healer to take, before getting to work on more of them. He figured if he was going to trash his shirt he would better make a good job of it.

"Just let me know when you have enough." The meaning was very clear, he was gonna chop up his entire shirt until the Healer had enough. Burn didn't like the idea of that very much. However in the back of R'le's head, there was at least one person who was amused. However not so much that he wasn't paying attention to the seriousness of the situation.

I'll call someone. How about a Lifewing and rider?

R'le looked up an at the boy sitting unconscious and frowned a little bit. If you think they can land here, go ahead.

Well, we'll have a pair try. If they can't land, maybe they can manage something.

R'le nodded vaguely, still working with his knife.

[Cait]

Startled green eyes stared into unfocused brown for a moment as Saddyris continued to hover over the young man before he slipped back into unconsciousness. If she hadn’t suspected that he was a hunter—which she did—this certainly confirmed it. Even unconscious he would not give up his weapon. Though, as he went under again, she noticed a slackening in his expression and with a gentle twist, she freed the bow from his hand and gathering up her own, she scooted out of the way so that the Healer could come closer. When the man spoke, her eyes darted to the gouges on the hunter’s leg and she quickly jerked the front of her tunic from her hide pants; it wasn’t the cleanest but it would do.

Saddyris had her tunic pulled out and was lifting it when she caught the flutter of fabric from the corner of her eye. Turning her head, hands poised to pull the tunic up, she paused. The dragonrider had already removed his tunic and had a knife in hand. Releasing her own tunic, Saddyris pushed to her feet and moved around until she was near the hunter’s head. Using the corner of her tunic she wiped her hands clean not that it would make much of a difference. “Do you need help, Healer?”

Poica chirped at Burn, landing on a low hanging branch, encouraging him to come sit with her. After all, it wouldn’t do any good to sulk over a silly shirt. Mud, however, stayed put, near the young man’s head, tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted, ears twitching; alert.

[catsavage-Z]

Sanderon was still out cold. Laying limp upon the ground while those around him worked on various tasks to try and help. Despite the fact that the two felines had been killed there were still many other dangers lurking in the jungle. It was good that they had a canine and two flitts nearby. A dragon's watchfulness was an advantage as well.

Three broken ribs, a serious gash to his left leg, severe bruising in half a dozen places, a bad concussion and minor scratches across his body were the extent of Sanderon's injuries. He was not dead as he was sure he would be when the feline attacked.

He knew imedeatly that he had been in the danger zone. It was a place where flight was not an option. He either had to fight or die. Not being one to give up easily he had given it all he had. Staring death right in the eye, literally, was not the easiest thing to do, but his training caused him to act where others might have frozen. Too bad he was not due back home until the morning. If these humans had not come along when they had, he really would have been dead.

With his body limp and in bad shape, Sanderon lay in darkness. Unknowing and unfeeling, but alive.

[Terayne]

Querin watched the rider impassively, his eyes flicking between his patient and the man, then over to the girl as she gently removed the patient's bow. Jet gaze then returned completely to the rider as he held out the first strip, and he nodded his brown head in thanks, reaching for his water canteen and carefully wetting the cloth, then using it to wipe away the worst of the blood so he could see what was going on inside.

Nodding to himself-it was as he'd thought-he set the dirty strip aside and took the next few from R'le, binding them firmly about the wound. He refused the next one, watching to see how quickly the blood seeped through, it's pattern of movement against the cloth, then motioned for the rider to give him the next few and bound those against the others, in a different direction from them. He then again watched the blood flowing, nodding as it was slowed.

"That will have to do for now," he said quietly, glancing at the Rider. "I've done what I can for him in these surrounds. My suggestion is a Lifewing Pair to help stabilize him further so he can be moved to the Weyr itself for treatment." He added the suggestion, not knowing of course that they had already thought of that.

[Shoki]

R'le continued his passing of strips of his shirt, and cutting it up at an even interval. Burn didn't like it at all, and after Pioca chirped at him, went over to sit by her and watch the proceedings. In between his creating and passing of the cloth to stem the blood, Quiorith would ask questions about the man who was injured, and R'le would answer the best he could or share an image if he didn't feel he could describe well. Eventually both the questions stopped, and the Healer appeared done with what could be done. R'le breathed out, now that everything was said and done, and peered at the remains of his shirt. Eh, whatever, he could get another. Maybe burn would like to nap on the rest of it. He pocketed the remains, then turned to the healer as he spoke.

"Quiorith has been letting them know the situation. He hasn't asked a question in a bit though, so it sounds like they should be on the move..."

In the air. They should be here soonish. She is coming as fast as she can manage.

"And will apparently be here soon." R'le finished the statement after a long enough pause, that it was clear he was getting info from the Cloud. Although he wasn't entirely sure who was coming, since Quirorith hadn't said.

Above the trees there was a pumping of brown feathered wings. Kiyosh peered at the jungle below her head angled so that one of her eyes was looking down at the foliage. She had been going as fast as she could but she hadn't often been over the jungle. This would be a new experience. Cr'wean was peering over the sides of her wings, trying to gauge the area they would be. However he didn't spot anything of interest until Kiyosh adjusted her heading and he caught sight of a blue, gray and white dragon hide in a clearing. Cr'wean frowned, peering at the place they were landing. Eh, this was gonna be interesting.

Look, over to the left, I can see the humans. The curly haired rider looked where she told him and looked even more displeased. That was an awfully small clearing. Stop worrying. You know me, I will err on the side of running into trees if need be. Cr'wean sighed a little bit, but didn't grumble. Of course she would. She thought humans were adorable. She wouldn't dare risk hurting them. He was continually surprised at how easy she melted emotionally, despite her claws, sharp beak, and love of any and all meat. Still, He relaxed a bit as she went into a familiar glide, slowly rounding down to find the best area from which to approach.

On the ground, a brief emotional poke from Quiorith was all it took for R'le to look up. Huh.

"Looks like they are here." R'le got up and moved closer to the Healer and the injured man, recognizing the universal look of trying to find a spot to land. He was gathering that the Lifewing was trying to get right up next to the patient, so he wanted out of the way.

Convenient. You best hold on to something Cr'wean, I will have to land fairly straight. Cr'wean grimaced and grabbed on to the harness, not particularly pleased with what was going to happen now.

Lifewings, by principle, were different from Dragons. Which meant, there were something things that they did differently. So when Kiyosh came in at an angle to the clearing, it looked like she wouldn't have the space to land. However when she spread her wide wings out to slow down, her flapping to slow brought her into an upright position, one that looked particularly uncomfortable for the rider on her back. Cr'wean was holding on, staying on for virtue of hanging on very well. Well, and the belt keeping him in but he really didn't want to have to rely on that. Kiyosh eventually touched down, but stayed in the upright position, having got enough room to stand with her odd landing. Cr'wean coughed once and she settled slightly, her feet disappearing under her body as she roosted. A few snaps undone an Cr'wean slid off, hauling a bag of supplies as he went. He looked down at the man who was unconscious and then turned around for a moment, frowning, but not directing it at anyone.

I Understand. Kiyosh turned her white fuzzy head toward the injured boy, and opened her beak to sing. It was a rich, deep tone to begin, like a low woodwind if one had to use and instrument to describe it. The song was something slow moving, something earthy and warm. It was for stabilizing people.

Cr'wean turned back almost immediately and turned to the Healer. "What's his condition and what treatments have you preformed?" Sure, he had gotten some idea of the condition but it really was more precise to hear it from another Healer. He certaily didn't know what the rider could have gotten wrong. R'le seemed find with being ignored though, he merely waited by the tree Burn and Poica were sitting on.

[Terayne]

The young man looked up as the leaves above their heads shifted and rustled against one another, watching the LifeWing. As always, the sight of her took his breath away, and he smiled, a gentle, awed smile, even as he recognized the pair, having had to train with them to better be prepared should he Link to one.

Once she'd landed, and he was questioned, he motioned to the numbweed and strips of cloth he'd wrapped about the wound on the man's thigh. "He's unconscious, but is alive. He briefly woke when we tried to remove the bow from him, but has relaxed ad fallen back to unconsciousness for the moment. I've put numbweed to the scratches and smaller cuts, but that leg wound is going to need more. I would say stitching, for it's deep, but it's also near the major artery in the leg, so that will have to be done with care." He then motioned to Kiyosh a respectful inclination of his head to the bird. "I'm not entirely sure what your lovely lady here can do with what we have, but I have the utmost faith in her, and your, abilities, Cr'wean."

He'd used the Lifewingrider's name to let him know he had paid attention to those inhabiting the Weyr, for all of seeming not to, then he melted back, out of the way, to let the pair work, as always entranced as Kiyosh began her stabilizing song. Oh how he adored the birds, and so much wished to be among their ranks...

[Shoki]

Cr'wean listened to what had been done and looked over the injured man while he did so. Hmm. Unconsciousness was never a good sign. He bent down to get a better idea of what he was dealing with, then paused and looked at the feline that had a hand in his injuries. He seemed to be off in his own little world, as he 'fit' the feline to the wounds that he could see. Kiyosh continued to sing as Cr'wean examined his head, and frowned. Yeah, this wasn't good, he likely had some issues there, if he continued to be unconscious... He turned around and rooted through his bag, looking for what he needed. He heard the song change a bit. The strong, rich baseline remained, but there was a little melody that came in, brightening the tune up. He got out a small packet, merely the size of his thumb. Before beginning the procedure, he checked for anything that might be disturbed by the sudden shock of the smelling salts, and found that there were some broken ribs. Those would have to be taped up for transport anyway. Nothing much else that could case a problem. He decided for the extra time it would take to fix the ribs up was worth it, since if he was too violent in waking up, it could be much worse.

With some effort he propped the man up and got the bandages around him quickly, it merely took a moment to get them done right. Cr'wean prided himself on how well he could deal with broken bones. so that was done and now, hopefully he could wake him up and keep him awake for transport to the Weyr. He'd have to see though. With his hand he pinched the package and ripped it open, placing it directly under the man's nose. He kept his head upwind, not particularly wanting to get a whiff of it. It smelled dreadful, but more then that it was very, very good as getting people conscious, though keeping them up was his affair. Kiyosh's song got a little more sunny, though still kept the stabilizing chord. She would help as much as she could, thought it was taking some doing. Cr'wean's hand was behind the man's for the procedure, so he wouldn't knock it back too violently, and cause more damage.

[catsavage-Z]

One moment Sanderon was completely limp, blissfully unaware of anything around him, including his injuries. In the next moment he was jerking terribly and hissing through his teeth. The agony set in quickly and he bared his teeth with a suppressed cry.

Turning his head away from the stink, he tried to get his blurry eyes to focus on what was going on. He could tell that there were several people near him. At least one was holding the back of his head. There was a tightness around his thigh and more pressure around his ribcage.

Sanderon opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out except a quiet groan. What was going on?