Title: Pain is W e a k n e s s Leaving the [Body];;
Description: D-d-destre, Jane Teresa.
Tamesis Richard - July 30, 2007 09:13 PM (GMT)
((OOC: Set after this thread, thankfully, Isis was quick enough.))
Isis carried on through the trees, running as fast as she possibly could in her current predicament, at least she was away from that lunatic. She was still alive too, which was always a bonus, she supposed, although, it would take much longer to heal this time. She had to stop daring people to cause her pain, it was rather idiotic of her really, and it did get her in sticky situations, just about all the time.
She slowed down a little when she was confident that the vampire wasn't following her, her breathing was still off, and she was about to collapse if she didn't find a place to attempt to fix herself up. She didn't actually have anything she could use to 'fix herself up', so attempt was the operative word here.
After what had seemed an age of walking between tree after tree, Isis came across what appeared to be a make do treehouse. Perhaps some human children had been through here and built it, it wasn't the cove, but there was no way that Isis could get there for another few hours and that is if she carried on walking without stops, and she really wasn't up to that right now. It was the vampire's fault that she was so far away from her 'home' anyway, she had already gone pretty far into the forest when she found him, and then, when she had passed out, he had carried her even further in the opposite direction. Rude. Ha.
She pulled herself up the ladder, with great difficulty admittedly, two of the hooks were still in her arms, while the blood continued to seep from the place the other ones had been, she also had two ((silver)) bullets in her side, and one in her leg, causing a rather horrible burning sensation going through her blood, she had a huge gash fron his knife in her right leg, and three cuts on the back of her neck where he scratched her with the end of the hooks, add to the list a wound in her back where he had thrown a knife at her, and it meant that Isis was in a bit of pain, to say the least.
Isis dropped as soon as she hit the floor above, glad that she had found somewhere that wasn't out in the open, she was less likely to be found in here, considering no-one could see her. Of course, she was out of luck if she didn't want people to smell or hear her, covered in blood and letting out moans of pain every five minutes or so whenever pressure came onto one of her injuries.
She pushed herself up again and leaned on the wall, wincing again as the cut in her back pressed into the wall, she lifted her right arm and started to take the meat hooks out, sliding it through the wound in her arm to stop the wound from getting any larger. She screamed as she did so, a few tears of pain escaping her eyes. She hated to cry, but he had shoved the hooks through as much of her muscles as he could, and it still felt as though her flesh was burning from the silver that was just under her rib, she would be extremely lucky to survive this, because even if she managed to get the hooks and the bullets out, she would still be bleeding for a while and had nothing to stop it.
Isis got the hook out, tossing it into the corner of the treehouse, and the hook landed on the wooden floor with a clatter, muffled only slightly by the fact that the wood was a tad damp. She would have pulled out the other hook, that was on her right shoulder next, but decided instead that it would be better for her to pull the bullets out first, considering they were much more lethal than the meat hooks.
She used her right hand, considering it had less cuts than the left, and plunged her fingers into the bullet wound, screaming again, she hated bullets, they were a pin to remove. The last time she had been shot, Isis had not managed to pull it out, as it had been in her foot, and had been hidden beneath a lot of broken bones, luckily for Isis, one of her pack, Dani Caprice to be exact, had turned out and pulled it out for her, not caring how much pain Isis was in. But now she was in the middle of the forest, in a treehouse, ages away from the cove, so she wasn't expecting anyone to come, and therefore had to pull the bullet out herself.
It took a few moments, but she managed to pull one of the three bullets out, throwing that next to the hook, it was rather dangerous to do this, but hey, Isis wasn't really in the position to care.
Jane Teresa Destre - July 31, 2007 12:34 AM (GMT)
Destre was finally feeling well enough to leave the Mansion for a few hours. Or perhaps more appropriately, she had felt well enough to sneak away for a few hours. It wasn't too long ago that a scrap with a nasty set of wolves had left Destre in a rough scrape and her old mentor had been keeping far too a watchful eye on her. It seemed that his watch tonight hadn't been as astute as before.
She had always preferred being outside. It gave her room to run and there wasn't much Destre liked more than being able to run and move as a wolf. The freedom was so intoxicating to Destre that it made up for the pain involved in changing. The night was darker than pitch and Destre had to rely on her other senses to keep her from running head long into trees. The air was cool and a welcome relief from the Mansion, which Destre felt was too warm. She needed to get out alone for a few hours anyways. So much drama seemed to be brewing in the Mansion and Destre just needed these hours to run and not turn the bubbling turmoil.
She had been in the forest for some time already, nearly two hours and was quite isolated. So she thought. Destre knew there wouldn't be any humans around this part of the forest at night. There were some little ones that liked to play here, but never at night. She was just about to change back into her human form, rest under one of the rustling trees when her ear turned at the noise from above. Painful groans from the tree near her. The scent of blood coating the air, Destre knew who it was within moments. Transforming back into her human form, Destre didn't bother brushing the hair out of her face. She made sure that the shoulder holsters she wore were unsnapped and pulled the thin black vest she was wearing over them.
The falling out of Isis and Destre had been a nasty one. Destre was still touchy about it, even with Jude. When Isis had left Vorace and joined that other pack to say that Destre had been hurt was an understatement. She hadn't even gone on her own, Isis had betrayed them. And for what? Destre sure as fuck didn't know and from the sound and smell of it, things had been faring too well for Isis.
Destre climbed up into the opposite tree and perched on the limb that let right by the tree house's crookedly built window. She half sneered with sick delight when she saw the debilitated state of her former friend. Destre stayed there on the branch limb for a moment, poised like she was set to attack, her dark brown eyes seeming to cut through the night. She took in a survey of the damage...extensive...she'd be lucky to survive.
"This is what you left home for? Meat hooks and a bloody treehouse?" Destre said in a scornful tone, looking pointedly at Isis from the tree branch. With an ease that a person couldn't learn, Destre leaped from the limb into the window portal. "Can't say I think it was your wisest move..." She added, positioning herself to sit in the corner of the window. Even with her face half in shadow, the hate from Destre seemed to just drip from her. Fleeting notions of finishing the job that someone else had started, and clearly had meant to complete, passed through Destre's thoughts. But she remained where she was, in that rough window studying a friend who was now a stranger.
Tamesis Richard - July 31, 2007 12:51 AM (GMT)
Isis was just about to attempt to fish out the other bullet when she smelt something different on the air, she knew the wolf, and they had once been good friends, that was until Isis had been kicked out of Vorace, apparently Destre thought it good that Isis be kicked out, or, maybe not.. But she definately didn't complain, Isis had slipped up once, and then everybody decided that she was no longer good enough to be one of them.
Destre spoked, "This is what you left home for? Meat hooks and a bloody treehouse? Can't say I think it was your wisest move...", Isis just glared at her, breathing heavily, her own blood staining most of her clothes. "I didn't leave home Destre, I was kicked out.." she reminded her, before sticking her fingers back into the her wound, giving another scream, and throwing the bullet over to it's relative after pulling it out.
"Why? You here to point and laugh at the injured courroucé girl?" she asked her, glancing at the lone meat hook that was still piercing the skin of her right shoulder, she wondered how it hadn't snapped her skin, considering the hook was rather large and there wasn't a whole lot of flesh on her shoulder. She reached up and tried to pull it out, wincing heavily, and letting out a gargled sream again, screams had become her theme tune, she noticed.
Isis still didn't really count the Cove as home, considering the majority of her life had been spent at the Manor, her parents were still there, and everyone she had counted as family, but now she couldn't see them, they were like enemies.
Jane Teresa Destre - July 31, 2007 01:12 AM (GMT)
"Possibly," Destre said with an indifferent shrug of her shoulders. Perhaps she had just come up to get a kick out of Isis's situation. It seemed fairly grave as Destre watched without a wince or blink of the eye as her old friend yelled out. Pain was not something Destre was unfamiliar with. She had a few friends that seemed to get a real kick out of pain, but Destre couldn't relate to that sort of high. She had her share of it and she dealt with it, but she sure didn't go in search of it.
Destre dropped down out of the window, keeping low. It seemed that when she had been in animal form for some time, the habits of a creature stayed with her. More cautious than she usually was when in human form, it seemed that her wolf nature was still holding some sway on her actions. Her eyes strayed from Isis over to the hook that was still digging around in her muscle. "I can't decide if I'm staying up here to help an new enemy or finish off a old friend. Can't say that I like the idea of either." Destre said, moving closer to Isis, still studying Isis as she moved. Destre shifted most of her weight onto one leg, still half crouched.
"You never made my choices easy, did you?" She said, her tone was partly teasing, it seemed to contain traces of a familiar warmth but her eyes were far removed from the friendly smile they once had. Destre sighed as she lowered her head with a bit of a shake. "Damn it," she muttered before leaning forward. "Brace a hand here," Destre said, annoyedly, looking back up to Isis as she patted her own shoulder and carefully set a hand on a part of the meat hook.
Darting a glance from the hook to Isis, Destre bit her lip. "Take in a breath," she cautioned before her eyes shifted from Isis's and then to the hook. With a quick simultaneous pull and push, Destre wrenched the hook out of Isis. She tossed the thing into the corner with the other one and quickly staunched the bleeding with her black vest.
Destre pulled back, sitting her back up against the splintery wall of the tree house. She wiped some of her bloody hands clean on the front of the white shirt she was wearing. "Always in trouble," Destre muttered with a half raised eyebrow as she looked back to Isis.
Tamesis Richard - July 31, 2007 01:31 AM (GMT)
"Gee, thanks.. Means a lot.." Isis said to her 'possibly' comment, she was used to people not being exactly warm and friendly, but seriously, someone laughing at her while she attempted to pull meat hooks out of her arms and silver effing bullets out of her stomach was kind of a kick in the teeth, especially when that someone used to be a friend of hers.
Apparently Destre was not planning on mocking her further, however, as she moved over, when she spoke though, she did question whether she was about to 'finish off an old friend', and what Isis said to that was, "Why not? My situation couldn't possibly get much worse," she shrugged, before wincing, there she went again, god, did she like pain, or what? Because that's the definate vibe she was giving across. She needed to learn to keep her big mouth shut.
Isis then listened to Destre as she told her to put a hand on her shoulder and brace herself. She did this, although not daring to close her eyes, just incase. She was confused as to whether or not she should trust Destre, she always had, but now she wasn't sure if she should. Isis took a breath when she was told to also, and as Destre pulled the hook out she let out another groan and gripped tightly on the other girl's shoulder.
Isis then found that she had Destre's vest shoved against her shoulder, apparently to stop the bleeding, although Isis was more worried about the wound on her stomach, which had, after all, been caused by silver bullets. "Thanks.." Isis muttered, giving her a small but grateful smile as Destre went to sit against the wall, she felt odd talking to her after everything that had happened.
"Only because I've made a habit of chasing after my natural enemies and then telling them it's ok to kill me.." Isis shrugged, her voice a little raspy from the amount of blood that she had lost. She gave a chuckle, she always got a little loony after being fataly injured, god knows why. But hey, she wasn't going to break the routine anytime soon.
Jane Teresa Destre - July 31, 2007 02:33 AM (GMT)
"Sounds like that sort of habit should be one of the easier ones to break," Destre said a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her face. "Blood suckers usually aren't the best ones to extend that bit of fun to," Destre added. The bullet wounds looked bad, worse, if that was at all possible. Destre had noticed them, but they didn't look like anything she wanted to tangle with. Seeing as Isis winced every time she moved, Destre would place a bet on the fact that they were silver. Definitely not something she wanted to mess with...especially seeing as Isis wasn't in the pack anymore.
Destre scratched at her head, just behind her ear. The tree house could hardly be called big. In fact it was damn near claustrophobic. Funny how it wouldn't have felt that way in the scant past. Destre often made a point to not run into people that had betrayed her trust. Or if she did, it wouldn't have been long before she would have put a stop to their breathing. Here, though, she was torn. There weren't a lot of wolves that Destre let herself get close to and trust. As 'professional' as their relationship was, Jude was one of them. Destre wouldn't hesitate a moment to trust him. And Isis had once been in that group as small as it was. If things hadn't gone to hell, Destre wouldn't be slumped in the corner of a damp tree house, she'd be trying to get Isis back home where she could get properly patched. Now it felt like there was a damn glass barrier between them. And it was that sort of feeling that just clawed underneath Destre's skin.
"Did you manage to seriously mar that bastard?" She asked, her eyes going from the bullet wounds up to Isis. She wondered at how much blood Isis had lot. Bucket loads, probably. There wasn't anything Destre could really do about that. The thoughts of what she would do if Isis passed out registered for a few seconds. But Destre put that out of her mind. If Isis hadn't slipped into darkness yet, there looked to be a good chance of her not at all. Destre avoided bringing up the other pack when she talked. She didn't want to hear about that mangy lot of killers. While she agreed with their severe hate of blood suckers, there wasn't anything in the world that would convince her to turn her hate on her fellow wolves. It was just something that she refused to understand.
Tamesis Richard - July 31, 2007 04:01 PM (GMT)
"Yeah, I noticed.." Isis replied, after Destre had said "Blood suckers usually aren't the best ones to extend that bit of fun to", she looked down at her blood stained clothes, yeah, big giveaway that. Maybe she should become a hermit, maybe then she would be able to stay out of trouble, of course then she would starve to death, and that wasn't good either. Or, she could always give the vamps a small party and invest in a muzzle, oh, they would love that, wouldn't they? Ha.
Isis looked at Destre, she looked as if she felt awkward. Isis knew how much loyalty meant to her, and ever since Isis had been booted out of Vorace Destre had probably felt that Isis had severed her trust. Mostly because of the fact that she had become a member of the Courroucé pack, if she had wandered about alone it probably wouldn't have been so bad. But it wasn't Isis who had become unloyal, she didn't choose to leave Vorace, they had decided that she should go, she would have stayed if they hadn't kicked her out. She wouldn't go back now though, ever.. She couldn't.
Isis shrugged at the next question she was asked, "Stabbed him, chucked on of his hooks back at him.. Got him in the chest, but it's not much compared.." she explained, thinking she should have attacked before he had her held against the tree by her neck with the bullets already shoved into her skin. Yeah, maybe that would have been a good idea..
Then she remembered something else, the whole reason he had tried to kill her, "Oh, and I stomped this experiment of his into the dirt.." she added, with a cough. Isis was still unsure as to why the vampire would want to create 'the ultimate lycan' that he kept talking about, how the hell would it benefit him? Isis was curious, she wanted to know.. It could end up helping her, well, that is if he had been lying and was actually trying to find out another way to kill them.
"He had a load of wolf organs in a box.. Tried to scare me with them.." she explained, remembdering it, the way he had told her to look in the box sounded as if that she should be horrified by the contents, but she wasn't. She was a part of courroucé after all, there were remains dotted about the warehouse in the cove, so seeing some in a box really didn't surprise her too much.