Danger Zone [open]

[Cait]

When no answer seemed to be forthcoming, Saddyris looked down at the young man and taking her own skin of fresh water from her belt, she wet a clean patch of her tunic and began to wipe the blood and grime from his face. His complexion suggested that he likely spent a bit of time outdoors. She continued to tidy up the hunter and only looked up at the mention of LifeWings. In all her time at the Weyr, she’d yet to actually see a LifeWing and though the situation wasn’t ideal, was excited to finally get a close up glimpse of one.

She’d of course heard the story of DeathWings and LifeWings—what Pernese hadn’t? While never particularly inclined to follow the clan Healers about, Saddyris was knew about as many herbal remedies as your average woman and was fairly good with injured animals and even the occasional child. Still, despite the tales of LifeWings and their size, she wasn’t prepared when a massive bird dropped into the clearing and backwinged until it landed; neither was Mud. Letting out several shrill barks, he jumped to his feet, ears back though an equally as shrill whistle silenced the canine with only a whimper in protest.

Watching the others intently, Saddyris mostly kept out of the way as the large LifeWing with the wicked looking beak moved closer and began to sing. It was a strange and almost eerie song. As the LifeWing rider began to maneuver the young hunter, Saddyris quickly moved to help him, using her own body to support the unconscious man as she slid in behind him. Mud belly crawled across the ground after her, leaning into her hip and up in the tree, Poica fussed over Burn, shuffling her wings and otherwise playing mother hen to the smaller firelizard.

When Cr’weanmoved what was unmistakably a packet of smelling salts beneath the man’s nose, Saddyris carefully slipped an arm across his chest to keep him from flailing and causing further damage to himself. She’d watched the inspection of his torso suspected broken ribs at the very least. She might not be trained but she had enough male cousins to recognize a bruised or broken rib when she saw one. As the hunter jerked, she tightened her hug-like hold and began to hum softly a common caravan lullaby. “You’re safe, brave hunter.”

[Terayne]

Querin watched curiously as the LifeWingrider pulled out a small packet, but then set it aside and moved to rearrange the unconscious man so he could bind his ribs. He'd noticed they looked a little funny, but had been unable to tell what exactly was wrong with them, which was why he hadn't dared to try and treat them. With Kiyosh's stabilizing song ringing around them, he could see that it was likely they were broken.

He kept his mouth shut, not wishing to distract the pair holding the man still, his black gaze intense as he eyed what they were doing. The small packet's contents he could guess at as the Healer waved it under the man's nose, causing him to start moving around. He moved as if to try and help hold him, then decided he'd only be in the way.

[Shoki]

Cr'wean looked up when the woman helped him out and nodded briefly with approval. He was mostly too busy to do much else. Part of it was that he was calculating how much he could handle of Kiyosh's song and still be able to get everyone back nice and easy. It was all very complicated but it he wanted to make for sure that everything would work out for all involved.

When the man caught a whiff of the smelling salts, they worked pretty much exactly how they were supposed to. Well good, since being unconscious for long had negative side effects. He was obviously hurting , but Cr'wean had different priorities. He wanted him awake, and not going to just pass out again.

"Wake up. We got to get you alert, and the salts aren't very nice." Cr'wean's voice wasn't particularly reassuring, just more factual then anything else. He looked around quickly to the three people in the clearing and said simply, "I'd like some help getting him on Kiyosh. He needs to get back for some healing rounds with some other Lifewings." By which he meant, he was on a time limit. Sure, he knew his limits pretty well, but he was intending to have Kiyosh sing the entire time they went back, which meant he didn't want to deal with cutting it close. Behind him Kiyosh flattened somewhat, to get ready to take on a passenger. Her head was craned in a interesting fashion, with her head and bead below her shoulders but the rest of her neck above them.

"Got it!" R'le got closer to help out when needed, and he looked ready to help. The Lifewing rider didn't know why he wasn't wearing a shirt, but he left it alone. Too many other things to worry about. Burn, watched his human go farther away, and went closer to the mothering Pioca. He wasn't about to refuse the Rainbow, it wasn't in his nature to do so. Still, he watched R'le from the corner of his eye.

Cr'wean nodded once, but continued keeping and eye on the man's progress. Hmm, maybe he could do more, it wasn't that long a flight back to the Weyr.

Crescendo, but we still have to fly back, so use your judgement.

Kiyosh merely nodded and her song grew louder, and with it, its strength increased. They were both hoping that this would help the mysterious man if he got some extra healing now. Time would tell.

[catsavage-Z]

After the horrible smelling salts had shocked him into consciousness, all Sanderon wanted to do was clutch his chest and curl up in a ball. But he didn't. He couldn't. It hurt too much just thinking about moving. So instead he did something he hadn't done since he was a little boy.

Though his voice did not cry, his eyes grew moist just the same.

Through clenched teeth and wide pain-filled eyes, he tried to focus on something anything. "Please...." His moist dark eyes closed and he tried to hide within but a nearby voice broke his concentration.

"Wake up. We got to get you alert, and the salts aren't very nice."

"No." He pleaded weakly, clenching his teeth to prevent his body from sobbing. His breathing was shallow and quick."...Let me rest."

It was now that he felt someone holding him from behind. Taking a shaking hand, he reached for one of the person's arms (Saddyris) and hung on. Whoever it was, did not matter. They were strong arms, feminine arms, belonging to someone that Sanderon felt he could trust. Why he felt that, he had no idea. But he did. Perhaps it was because of the voice he had heard humming softly to him and saying, “You’re safe, brave hunter.”

The song of the lifewing was all around him and in him and though it might be a little comforting to some, it only confused Sanderon. He had never seen a lifewing before and did not know much about them. He had heard that some could hurt and some could heal. Seeing as how this one was not taking away his agony, he wondered briefly if perhaps it was causing it. He did start to see the world around him a little bit better though and wished he hadn't. He was covered in blood and not all of it, he knew, was the felines. Perhaps the lifewing was helping after all, as the world did not spin or whirl as much as it had before.

Where had these people come from? Why wasn't he already dead? He had killed the giant feline. He knew he had but could not remember anything after the arrow flew through the eye of the beast.

Why did he hurt so much?

Sanderon was suddenly conscious that his bow was no longer in his grip. He suddenly felt very vulnerable and did not like the feeling at all..."My bow?" He managed to ask with a pain-filled gasp in his desperate weak but desperate voice.


((Feel free to move him as you wish. I might have him cry out in pain with movement so plug your ears. lol ))

[Cait]

Saddyris kept her hold on the young man as the others did their work. She wasn’t even going to pretend that she knew what it was they were doing; sure she knew the basics, first aid if you will, but broken bones and the like were far beyond her. Things like that were left to the clan healer. She did, however, do her best to keep the man calm, especially when he inquired about his bow. “It’s safe; you have my word that you’ll get it back. A caravaner always keeps her word.”

It was true and because of it, those of the clan were often very careful about how they worded things, for a promise was binding and if broken it was taken a bit more seriously than those not of the clan. She would get this man his bow back if she had to run a gauntlet through flaming dragons and rabid whers to do so. Some might call it crazy—after all the man could just buy a new bow—but a Vrishna’s word was essentially unbreakable.