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paixaorpg2006-01-22 04:55 am
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Licking the Wounds [Closed]
Character(s): Riku, Lumen!puppy
Content: Darkboy slinks off to tend his wounds
Setting: Not far inside Niflheim
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Bleeding?
Deciding that no one was going to help him if he didn't help himself - not that he wanted anyone else's help anyway - Riku cast around for a defensible place to sit and take care of the gashes in his arm. A large bronze sculpture of a dragon roared its statuesque fury at the weatherworn state in which it crouched on one side of the square near a mosaic-tiled wall. Figuring it was as good a place as any, and unconscious of the subtle comfort it offered him on some level - Maleficent really had acted as a mother (of sorts) to him all those weeks - Riku made his way over to it, unslinging his sheathed sword and pulling his shirt off as he went.
None of the half-dead blonde people around him seemed to notice, much less care.
He sat down on a small platform between enormous clawed feet and drew Soul Eater, carefully cutting his shirt into strips to use for bandages. Ideally, he knew he should wash the wound before wrapping it up, but it was important to stop the bleeding right now, and he didn't think he would have trusted a water source in this shantytown even if he'd been able to find one.
It was impossible to put pressure on the bleeding while wrapping the cuts. Bad enough he had to wrap his arm one-handed.
Riku did the best he could, the blood-soaked black and yellow fabric looking more like a daring fashion statement than bandages.
By the time he'd tied the last knot, he was starting to feel light-headed.
No way had he lost that much blood from some piddly injuries a stupid Shadow had given him.
Riku tried to remember the last time he'd had anything to eat.
He couldn't.
Ansem had had control of his body for so long at the end...and he didn't eat, at least not in the way normal human beings did. By rights, he should be faint with hunger.
He wasn't, but realising how long he'd gone without food did make him very very hungry all of a sudden.
But he had no money.
And no one around him looked to have any, either.
There wasn't even a single pigeon he might catch unawares out of which he might make a questionable but nutritious breakfast.
Now that he thought about it, there weren't any rats, either. Or dogs. Or alleycats.
Though there were statues and sculptures and artistic renderings of animals, both mundane and fantastical everywhere.
What the hell was this place?
Content: Darkboy slinks off to tend his wounds
Setting: Not far inside Niflheim
Time: Late morning
Warnings: Bleeding?
Deciding that no one was going to help him if he didn't help himself - not that he wanted anyone else's help anyway - Riku cast around for a defensible place to sit and take care of the gashes in his arm. A large bronze sculpture of a dragon roared its statuesque fury at the weatherworn state in which it crouched on one side of the square near a mosaic-tiled wall. Figuring it was as good a place as any, and unconscious of the subtle comfort it offered him on some level - Maleficent really had acted as a mother (of sorts) to him all those weeks - Riku made his way over to it, unslinging his sheathed sword and pulling his shirt off as he went.
None of the half-dead blonde people around him seemed to notice, much less care.
He sat down on a small platform between enormous clawed feet and drew Soul Eater, carefully cutting his shirt into strips to use for bandages. Ideally, he knew he should wash the wound before wrapping it up, but it was important to stop the bleeding right now, and he didn't think he would have trusted a water source in this shantytown even if he'd been able to find one.
It was impossible to put pressure on the bleeding while wrapping the cuts. Bad enough he had to wrap his arm one-handed.
Riku did the best he could, the blood-soaked black and yellow fabric looking more like a daring fashion statement than bandages.
By the time he'd tied the last knot, he was starting to feel light-headed.
No way had he lost that much blood from some piddly injuries a stupid Shadow had given him.
Riku tried to remember the last time he'd had anything to eat.
He couldn't.
Ansem had had control of his body for so long at the end...and he didn't eat, at least not in the way normal human beings did. By rights, he should be faint with hunger.
He wasn't, but realising how long he'd gone without food did make him very very hungry all of a sudden.
But he had no money.
And no one around him looked to have any, either.
There wasn't even a single pigeon he might catch unawares out of which he might make a questionable but nutritious breakfast.
Now that he thought about it, there weren't any rats, either. Or dogs. Or alleycats.
Though there were statues and sculptures and artistic renderings of animals, both mundane and fantastical everywhere.
What the hell was this place?
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A detached part of Riku's mind snarked that it WOULD get his good hand. And his eternal pessimism told him it just figured that the one friendly face he'd found here would bite him.
There was no denying that the creature meant business. This was no playful nip or "follow me to save Timmy down the well" tug on his hand. The way its hackles rose immediately and it was suddenly GLOWing...
Riku fumbled behind him for Soul Eater, inwardly cursing himself for having taken the weapon off and leaving it off.
His chest was starting to feel funny. Both good and bad...and also somewhat as if his circulatory system was having an athsma attack.
"Damnit!" he shouted with rage and grief, knowing he was going to have to kill the first being to show him any kindness in months.
And deep inside him, there was a rumbling, the light pumping into him unwelcome to the deep darkness slumbering there.