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breezeshadow) wrote2012-09-15 09:26 pm
breezeshadow) wrote2012-09-15 09:26 pm
Bingo Excerpts
It was the Night of the Moon, the air crisp with the fresh snow that had started to fall at sunset. It already blanketed the plains, coating the coven roof in white, leaving the animals snorting with distaste and cramming into the lean-to as best they could. It was the solstice -- the longest night of the year, and thus, a cause for celebration, because soon the nights would grow shorter, and their sleep longer to avoid the sun's rays.
They had gathered dried dung from the great elk, dried it and mixed it with dead grasses they had dug up from under the snow. Then they had taken sticks and branches gathered from the trees that lined the lake nearby, and set up a set of three triangles of kindling, ready for the games to begin. But a fire was no good without something to brew over it. The domesticated animals would not do; they drank from those every day, wore their leather and coats, used their velvet to treat aches and stiffness. The Night of the Moon did not call for the same old boring food.
And so the hunting group set out. They had already been chosen in a series of battless, and had come out victorious, though with the bruises and scrapes from all of the smacking and pushing to prove it. Nur could not feel any of them in her excitement, however; Lutfi had given her the best massage to get rid of the knots, rubbing wintergreen oil over her muscles, then finishing the experience with some velvet mint tea. She not only felt like she could conquer this hunt, but knew she would.
--
So they just picked the closest one and crept forward. Then, when a dozen yards away, they leapt out from the snow. The herd exploded into a panic almost immediately, racing away, the antelope they had targeted moving in a zigzag away from them. So then they began to teleport, covering the distance it did within a single pause. Nur felt like she was leaping higher than ever, like she could teleport for ages, and in what felt like no time at all the antelope was closet enough, and she leapt--
And got knocked right in the torso by the antelope's small but sharp horns, taking the wind out of her, though thankfully not her lungs. The snow softened the blow, but barely, exploding out everywhere as she hit, coughing and hissing. She heard the antelope bleat, close by; then at least it had not run off, instead turning to face the onslaught. The vampire clutched at her chest as she sat up, and watched as the prey knocked another vampire aside, before the male who had sensed it in the first place got a grip on its hindquarters, digging his claws in as deep as possible and biting down on its thigh.
--
Most of the wounds she had received were bruises, stark purples and blues against her pale, almost ghostly skin. These then led to gashes and two puncture wounds where the horns had gotten through her jacket and skin. The jacket, thankfully, was thick enough to have taken most of the blow, and she knew she could mend it within a few days. Had she lost a lung, that would not be fixed so easily.
Lutfi had already gotten peppermint oil and sage, along with some simple bandages. Nur stripped off her pants and then walked over to the cold bath, sniffing at it; it smelled clean, but even the vapours of it were cool in her nose. By then, however, Lutfi had already taken her shoulders, and gently lowered her onto one of the towels set around the bath -- and then telepathically paralyzed, because they both knew it was going to hurt.
The cold water stung horribly when it touched the wounds, and Nur bit down a shriek. The coven could already feel she was in pain, but so long as they did not hear any sort of cry for help, they would leave them alone to treat the wound. One sound, though, and a group would come running to make sure she was okay, and then likely mob her for grooming and compresses and forcing her to sleep it off. She still had a celebration to go to, and she was not going to miss it.
We'll see about that. The tips of Lutfi's fingers were bloody as she took a bristle brush and scrubbed Nur's wounds raw, removing both the fur and jacket stuck in it, and also a nice amount of skin. Then there was more icy cold water to wash off the rest of the blood and mess, and next Lutfi pressed down a peppermint oil compress. Nur whimpered at the sting and Lutfi nuzzled her, licking her cheek encouragingly, sending soothing thoughts in her head. A blanket of warmth formed in her mind, and she could feel the pain start to fade away, enough to at least be bearable.
After a few minutes the compress was removed, and then Lutfi sprinkled sage over the wounds, whispering a soft healing mantra as she did so. She then wrapped the bandages around Nur, rotating her carefully with telepathy so that Nur would not have to move, and thus squirm away from the entire process.
--
Nur wanted to rush over to the nearest fire as fast as she could -- but her chest still ached, and furthermore, a group of vampires was approaching them. Lutfi paused and stood in front of her mate, balancing on her hind legs and staring down at the other vampires. The others paused -- a few grinned, while the others stood a little lower, looking up at Lutfi with sleepy expressions. Satisfied, Lutfi lowered herself, smiling.
She will be okay.
What happened?
I saw the hit, it looked painful. Did you apply peppermint? I can smell it.
She's lucky she can walk so well; shouldn't she have stayed inside?
Nur sighed at the questions as more and more were shoved at them; one could never say that vampires were quiet creatures. Lutfi, however, just batted playfully at the group, getting a series of smiles, return swipes, and nose touches.
Of course I did, I'm not an idiot. She can share what happened if she wants. And Nur did, watching as the vampires reacted with a mixture of awe, amusement, and pointed "Why in the WORLD did you do that?" looks. Lutfi smirked. And if she has to stay inside, then so will I. When my mate is injured, so am I.
--
So yeah. Fun times.
Sorry the prose is a mess, very rough.
Tschuess.
They had gathered dried dung from the great elk, dried it and mixed it with dead grasses they had dug up from under the snow. Then they had taken sticks and branches gathered from the trees that lined the lake nearby, and set up a set of three triangles of kindling, ready for the games to begin. But a fire was no good without something to brew over it. The domesticated animals would not do; they drank from those every day, wore their leather and coats, used their velvet to treat aches and stiffness. The Night of the Moon did not call for the same old boring food.
And so the hunting group set out. They had already been chosen in a series of battless, and had come out victorious, though with the bruises and scrapes from all of the smacking and pushing to prove it. Nur could not feel any of them in her excitement, however; Lutfi had given her the best massage to get rid of the knots, rubbing wintergreen oil over her muscles, then finishing the experience with some velvet mint tea. She not only felt like she could conquer this hunt, but knew she would.
--
So they just picked the closest one and crept forward. Then, when a dozen yards away, they leapt out from the snow. The herd exploded into a panic almost immediately, racing away, the antelope they had targeted moving in a zigzag away from them. So then they began to teleport, covering the distance it did within a single pause. Nur felt like she was leaping higher than ever, like she could teleport for ages, and in what felt like no time at all the antelope was closet enough, and she leapt--
And got knocked right in the torso by the antelope's small but sharp horns, taking the wind out of her, though thankfully not her lungs. The snow softened the blow, but barely, exploding out everywhere as she hit, coughing and hissing. She heard the antelope bleat, close by; then at least it had not run off, instead turning to face the onslaught. The vampire clutched at her chest as she sat up, and watched as the prey knocked another vampire aside, before the male who had sensed it in the first place got a grip on its hindquarters, digging his claws in as deep as possible and biting down on its thigh.
--
Most of the wounds she had received were bruises, stark purples and blues against her pale, almost ghostly skin. These then led to gashes and two puncture wounds where the horns had gotten through her jacket and skin. The jacket, thankfully, was thick enough to have taken most of the blow, and she knew she could mend it within a few days. Had she lost a lung, that would not be fixed so easily.
Lutfi had already gotten peppermint oil and sage, along with some simple bandages. Nur stripped off her pants and then walked over to the cold bath, sniffing at it; it smelled clean, but even the vapours of it were cool in her nose. By then, however, Lutfi had already taken her shoulders, and gently lowered her onto one of the towels set around the bath -- and then telepathically paralyzed, because they both knew it was going to hurt.
The cold water stung horribly when it touched the wounds, and Nur bit down a shriek. The coven could already feel she was in pain, but so long as they did not hear any sort of cry for help, they would leave them alone to treat the wound. One sound, though, and a group would come running to make sure she was okay, and then likely mob her for grooming and compresses and forcing her to sleep it off. She still had a celebration to go to, and she was not going to miss it.
We'll see about that. The tips of Lutfi's fingers were bloody as she took a bristle brush and scrubbed Nur's wounds raw, removing both the fur and jacket stuck in it, and also a nice amount of skin. Then there was more icy cold water to wash off the rest of the blood and mess, and next Lutfi pressed down a peppermint oil compress. Nur whimpered at the sting and Lutfi nuzzled her, licking her cheek encouragingly, sending soothing thoughts in her head. A blanket of warmth formed in her mind, and she could feel the pain start to fade away, enough to at least be bearable.
After a few minutes the compress was removed, and then Lutfi sprinkled sage over the wounds, whispering a soft healing mantra as she did so. She then wrapped the bandages around Nur, rotating her carefully with telepathy so that Nur would not have to move, and thus squirm away from the entire process.
--
Nur wanted to rush over to the nearest fire as fast as she could -- but her chest still ached, and furthermore, a group of vampires was approaching them. Lutfi paused and stood in front of her mate, balancing on her hind legs and staring down at the other vampires. The others paused -- a few grinned, while the others stood a little lower, looking up at Lutfi with sleepy expressions. Satisfied, Lutfi lowered herself, smiling.
She will be okay.
What happened?
I saw the hit, it looked painful. Did you apply peppermint? I can smell it.
She's lucky she can walk so well; shouldn't she have stayed inside?
Nur sighed at the questions as more and more were shoved at them; one could never say that vampires were quiet creatures. Lutfi, however, just batted playfully at the group, getting a series of smiles, return swipes, and nose touches.
Of course I did, I'm not an idiot. She can share what happened if she wants. And Nur did, watching as the vampires reacted with a mixture of awe, amusement, and pointed "Why in the WORLD did you do that?" looks. Lutfi smirked. And if she has to stay inside, then so will I. When my mate is injured, so am I.
--
So yeah. Fun times.
Sorry the prose is a mess, very rough.
Tschuess.
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