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Post by Doomed on Jul 31, 2009 14:08:55 GMT -5
Koa nodded grimly, and jumped down, simply retracing Saxxon's steps to the Hunter. She wanted to see this. She wanted to kill. If Saxxon hadn't been able to, then she would. Some way or another. She changed about half way between the two of them, racving through the trees and bushes with immense speed. Her horns were curled up, like a males, and she was prepared to strike. To kill.
With a grunt, she changed back when she reached Aaron, and looked around. Should she use his gun, use her hooves to stomp his brains ouor just throw a rock at his head and hope he didn't remember anything? Hard to tell... Hmmm... She growled angrily, and sat on a nearby log, watching him, and listening in case he woke up.
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Post by MØØÑMØØÑ on Aug 4, 2009 19:52:19 GMT -5
Aaron sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Well that was an odd encounter. He looked around, and decided to give up on hunting tonight. There was no catching the wolf now, it had too much of a head start. He stared up at the sky for a moment, then looked around the area once more. That was when he spotted Koa. He thought it was suspicious, how she suddenly appeared after the wolf, but didn't think too much of it. Instead, he picked his gun up and walked away. The whole day had gone like this, and he was ready for it to end. So he walked toward the school without another thought about what had happened.
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Post by Doomed on Aug 5, 2009 20:59:36 GMT -5
Koa smiled, and stuck her tonuge out as he left. Stupid human... Grunting, she got up, and stretched, walking back slowly.
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Post by Gummibearlad. on Aug 5, 2009 21:20:09 GMT -5
Saxxon's eyes widened, "Where are you going..." she mumbled. No, no, Koa couldn't go to the Aaron, he might think that she was the werewolf and shoot her. If Koa got hurt somehow, Saxxon would blame herself.
She put pressure on her wound, it definatly wouldn't stop bleeding. Sucking in a really deep breath she forced herself to her feet. She limped heavily in the direction Koa went, but didn't get too far. She tripped, and a her leg landed on a somewhat pointy rock, right where her wound was.
The pain was too much for her to handle. Saxxon let out an agonizing scream, tears fell down her cheeks. Eh, the only good thing about this was at least it looked like it was the rock that did it.
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Post by MØØÑMØØÑ on Aug 7, 2009 14:41:36 GMT -5
Aaron heard the scream, and on thinking it was a werewolf attack, ran in the direction it came from. He didn't expect it to be Saxxon, and when he saw her, he was slightly suspicious. He didn't know if an attack had occurred, or if she had just fallen and hurt her leg, but he couldn't be too careful. He knelt down by her with a slight smirk on his face, making fun at the fact she had gotten hurt. Sighing, he said "Alright, what the hell happened to you?"
((@.@ bleh.))
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Post by Gummibearlad. on Aug 22, 2009 14:48:01 GMT -5
Saxxon's teeth clenched,too late she already let that scream out. She raised a shaky hand and grabbed her shirt sleeve and ripped it off. She started wrapping her leg, but not really doing a good job of it.
When she heard Aarons voice, instead of fear, she just felt annoyance. Her head snapped in his direction and she glared at him. "I tripped, what does it look like, fool?" she said.
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Post by MØØÑMØØÑ on Oct 18, 2009 20:06:48 GMT -5
Aaron chuckled at her remark. He knew she was annoyed, but in a way, he felt she sorta deserved it. But he didn't respond to her, instead, he merely sat back and got comfortable as he studied her. The way her eyes darted back and forth suggested that she was in a state of shock, that of which could have originated from falling on the rock, but something that small shouldn't trigger that much panic. He was skeptical about this situation, by her actions it seemed something more had gone on, but he never questioned it. Even though the curiosity burned through him, he knew his limits. It was her business, not his.
But everything about her expression pointed to pure panic, shock, and annoyance. He was about to question her again, until he noticed her feeble attempts at wrapping the wound. Almost snorting at how bad she was doing, he shook off the amusement with a smirk and a 'tsk, tsk' as he took the shirt sleeve from her and began to wrap the wound himself. It was apparent she had no idea what she was doing, so he'd have to do it himself. By doing this, it allowed him to examine her wound closer.
It was worse than he thought. The wound stretched a great length, and was much deeper than he first guessed. She'd already lost a lot of blood, and if she lost anymore, she'd surely die. A wave of panic washed over him as he noticed this. So that's why there was so much shock written on her face. She must have known that the wound was this bad. Aaron sat there, holding the sleeve a few inches above the wound, looking from Saxxon's face and back to the wound as he bit his lip. He didn't have much time to act.
He composed his features, and hoped to God Saxxon didn't see his panic. He didn't need her panicking more than she already was. He then laid the cloth to the side, he didn't need it quite yet. What he did need, was stronger material. So he cut a piece of leather from his gun holster, and tied it around her leg, just above the wound. He was a bit rougher than he intended, only because of his panic. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he tightened the leather, he didn't want to cause much more pain than was needed, but it couldn't be avoided. He then lightly tied the cloth over the wound itself, just to keep it protected from bacteria and infection. It was a sloppy makeshift bandage, but it was enough to cut off the circulation, and slow the bleeding.
But just the bandage wasn't good enough to heal her leg. Saxxon needed medical attention, and fast. Closing his eyes momentarily, he sighed before looking back at Saxxon. He'd need to carry her to the nearest doctor, and that was at the school. But even the school seemed a mile away, ominously shining in the moonlight. It was his only choice. The school would be the only place that would give free help, and actually fix a wound right. So his decision was made. All that was left now was to act it out.
"All right, I'm going to dislike this about as much as you are, so don't give me any shit about it. It's for your well being anyway." And with that simple, irritated statement, Aaron reluctantly put one arm under Saxxon's knees (gently @.@) and the other under her arms. He then stood up with her in his arms, carrying her in a way that didn't put too much pressure on the wound but didn't make him that close to her either. He hated situations like this. But his panic slowly melted away as he started walking to the school. Saxxon's wound wasn't bleeding as badly now, and if he had stopped the bleeding soon enough, she would surely make it. Yet he knew that there was always a chance she wouldn't make it. She had, however, lost quite a bit of blood before he got to her. So, for good measure, he mumbled "You better not die on me, 'cause I'm not carrying a damn corpse." It was already bad enough that he had to carry her at all, let alone help her. So if she died, it would have all been for nothing, and he would be pissed. He hated when time was wasted.
((aww, he sorta cares :3 lol @.@))
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