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The Young Are Usually Wounded

Feb 16, 2011 08:32

I sit on my stool looking at the canvas, the tip of my paintbrush between my teeth, examining the colors. I've moved over by the large window allowing the moon light to stream across the splay of color I've been working on these past few days. Deciding on softer shadows, I take my brush and continue my work, singing absently, pausing every so often ( Read more... )

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viggoslayer February 18 2011, 21:27:17 UTC

I laugh as I hold the camera up to my eye, "Well then don't look, oh she is gone."

I've heard that rumor about the water fairies but I doubt it to be true and tell him so as I walk over to the tent, "I do not get any sense of ill will from the water fairies. I think the stories of them taking babies is a tall tell parents told their children to keep them from exploring to deeply into the woods."

Entering the tent I open my smaller bag and put on a pair on loose pants, but nothing else. I feel free in the woods and do not like the confines of clothing, however, I do not wish to offend my young friend.

Exiting the tent I hold up my hands, "Better?"

st4v February 18 2011, 21:45:57 UTC

I blush furiously when he says not to look. I had to have been to notice. I concentrate on eating and push my own questions away about why I notice his nakedness and especially why I felt the need to take a photo of its partiality in the water as he disappears into the tent.

My ears are trained on his movement inside it. It's not long before the flap of the tent is pushed back and I also hear him come out of it again.

Better?

I cut off another piece of meat and pop it in my mouth without looking at him and swallow it. "You're still old."

viggoslayer February 18 2011, 21:48:39 UTC

I chuckle, "Old and wise my friend, old and wise."

Slinging the camera strap around my neck I announce, "Alright, I'm going that way," I point to the west, "we may get rain tonight so be sure to be back at camp by dusk. These cameras are not water proof."

With that I make my way into the woods.

st4v February 18 2011, 22:27:11 UTC

I can't help but turn and watch him disappear into the brush. The solitude crushes in on me as he does. I chew on my lip and fight the need to go after him. I don't want to appear needy or clingy or get in his way. He made it obvious he was going off alone. Alone doesn't include a tag along ( ... )

viggoslayer February 18 2011, 23:13:20 UTC

I love the day after a good storm, so much new life, so many thing revealed by the rain. I go through numerous cards of memory taking many, many pictures. I find some brown moss on a dead tree limb that I spend over an hour taking shots of from different angles in different light.

I'm looking forward to looking at these on the laptop when I get back to camp tonight. Laptop, oh modern technology. I can remember black rooms and developing them by hand. I miss that actually. May speak to Lord Christian about building a small lab.

The sound of footfall causes me to stop and listen. There it is again, soft, purposeful... hunting. It is not Stav or anyone in the family. I transform and turn... I howl at the pain of the arrow hitting my shoulder!

Growling and snarling I focus on the humans who have wounded me. Their eyes wide, but holding their weapons high. I howl out again knowing Stav will hear me and lunge.

st4v February 18 2011, 23:49:06 UTC

I am out in the woods photographing the flies on the pile of guts I took out of the Elk earlier when I hear a howl of pain. Instantly I am alert. I let go of the camera and it rests against my chest the strap pulling a bit tighter with the weight around my neck ( ... )

viggoslayer February 18 2011, 23:53:56 UTC

I fall back, the pain of the arrows almost overtaking me, they need to be taken out. Stav is young, he has pulled his out already. I have salve in my bag at camp...

"Stav," my voice but a whisper, "you have to - to take these out, my salve is in my bag..."

My breathing is heavy and I feel quite weak. I transform into human form, grunting with pain as the arrows dig in. I've been shot numerous times in my life, but these... the silver is different, stronger. I just need my salve.

st4v February 19 2011, 00:20:15 UTC

I hear Viggo and turn to look at him, a low growl of warning issuing from my throat, the thrill of the adrenaline still coursing through my blood. He has an arrow in his shoulder and one in his arm and another sticking out of his chest ( ... )

viggoslayer February 19 2011, 00:24:41 UTC

The cool is most welcome. I can smell Stav, feel his hands and water on me. He is smart, cleanse the silver out. Once the salve is on it should take but a day to heal. He was shot as well, he needs to tend to his own wound.

I fight to open my eyelids and speak, my voice weak, "Good, clean yes... apply the salve to your wound first. Won - won;t take long to heal."

st4v February 19 2011, 00:43:32 UTC

I look down at him, see his eyelids fighting to stay open, hear how weak his voice is. I feel like I just want to lay down and go to sleep myself. I need to do what he said ( ... )

viggoslayer February 19 2011, 00:49:49 UTC

I want to tell him to do his own wound first, he is young he needs to heal first. He is stubborn though and cares for my own wounds first. It burns like hell but he does a good job. The burn eases after a moment and I lift my head enough to see he has past out and his fingers lie limp on my belly, still covered in salve.

Taking a few deep breaths I raise my arm and wipe his fingers with my own and lay them on his wound. He moans softly in pain, but does not move. Making sure it is covered I let my arm relax on his arm and let the weakness take me. I know when we wake we will feel stronger.

st4v February 19 2011, 01:04:41 UTC

I wake with a start. I lift my head up and look around, it's dark, the moon is high, the sky clear and full of stars. My neck twinges and I remember why. I look down and realise I am laying on Viggo ( ... )

viggoslayer February 19 2011, 01:12:43 UTC

His soft voice stirs and the invite to warmth pulls me from my sleep. My eyelids flutter, "Yeah," I cough slightly and clear my throat, "yeah good ( ... )

st4v February 19 2011, 01:33:56 UTC

His mention of me crushing the hunters skull brings my mind back to the scene. Dealing with bringing him back and our wounds it had been pushed from my mind. Shit. I look at my chest. My camera, it's gone. It must have come off in the attack. His will still be out there too.

I look down at him. I can see he is still tired but seems not in any danger anymore from his wounds which are mostly healed. I look out into the woods and the darkness. "I have to go get the camera's." I glance back at him. "You rest." Shifting back into form I head off calling back to him. "I'll be back soon."

viggoslayer February 19 2011, 01:37:53 UTC

I am thankful for his concern. I would not like to lose my best two cameras. I lay my head down and rest. I can hear him run through the woods, the night bird singing and the crickets serenade.

The smell of the burning wood is comforting as is the knowledge he has taken care of us and will soon be back. I have grown accustomed to his company.

st4v February 19 2011, 02:03:16 UTC

It isn't hard to find where the attack took place. The smell of the human carcasses is strong. The sounds of the night slowly start back up as I stand back in human form once again and look around. I am thankful for my wolf eyesight or I would not be able to find the cameras in the darkness ( ... )

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