A little help? {OPEN}

[Hayl]

40 Spring, 511 AV

He trudged dangerously close to the edge of the dock. With each step he could feel blood squeeze from the open doors to his flesh. His stomach was obviously the wound that affected him the most, but it didn’t hurt as bad as his shoulder for some reason. Hayl began to guess that it was due to the lack of blood and his body was playing games as a result of shock or something. The lines that ran the planks for the foundation of his feet began to defy his senses and sway to the left and right, thus resulting in his feet clambering poorly to the surface of the wood. The stray citizen who wandered close saw his desperation, but Ravok is an independent city, and most shunned him with either disgust or ignorance for the sake of their own simplicity. Hayl knew at this point it would be a miracle to expect help, so he didn’t really care to beg for. Being a student of the art of begging, he found that particular skill to be more of a front, for his thievery, now that he was indeed desperate for outside help, it angered him to accept that he was this far defeated.

Hayl then trips and falls into the water. ‘That crazy lady actually killed me…’ he thought as he found the water surprisingly warm. He could feel his muscles relax, and the cleansing waves lap open his wounds as red strands of hair like clouds emanated around him. He held enough breath to float to the surface, seeing figures and shapes around him. Perhaps seeing one figure that looked like a person. He was convinced his mind was again playing with his hope, so he did not act upon it, save him holding out his fresh satchel of coins and shaking them in the air. Perhaps to enjoy the last ching of his possessions, or maybe to show to the gods, or the shadows, or any eyes that were on his and remotely interested that he had money and would appreciate a little help. Then he went under and succumbed to the darkness.

[Vyxenne]

40 Spring, 511 AV

Vyxenne was out hunting rats when she smelled blood. Human blood.

She had started following the human that smelled of blood for a while, sensing that there was trouble. Vyxenne finally came across the dock, and saw a human fall into the water. Running toawrds the edge, she saw him wave a satchel of coins, and then slip under. Diving under the water, she opened her eyes and frantically searched for him. Seeing something out of the corner of her eye, and thinking it was him, she grabbed it and it happened to be his arm. Pulling him up to the surface of the water, she heaved herself up onto the dock and pulled him up after her.

[Eira]

Eira decided it was time for a walk. Yes, a walk. Why not? She wandered towards the dock. She always knew her directions well. She looked around. "Ugh, nothing interesting!" she thought. Wait. She looked at the human man and the girl beside him. She ran up and asked what was wrong.

[Hayl]

The warmth from the darkness was soothing. Hayl had heard before that drowning was the most painful way to die, but this was actually beautifully nostalgic. He could feel certain concentrations lift from him as if they were burdens. Each painful wound on his body seemed to heal, or more simply disappear. His vision gone, the whole world now foreign and intriguingly strange to him; the pressurized sound of water dissipated and the true sense of the place between existences was apparent. He decided that this wasn’t so bad. ‘At least I won’t be a body for people to look at. That would be a strange way to die… for all to see. And my mother, she will never know what happened to me, I suppose I like that better then just plain death…I like a good mystery.” He felt his heart beat one last time, as if all of his senses, consciousness, and life itself was embodied with this last beat. As the remnants of blood stilled in each valve he allowed himself to go.

Then something strange happened. A cold terrible hand grabbed him. As if some demon was pulling him from his paradise. He felt his warmth leaving him below and the frigid terror of the unknown envelope him, from above. Whatever consciousness he could understand with, he was now on the dock, with no heart beat, and no breath from his lips, if his rescuer were to truly save him, she would have to do something.

[Vyxenne]

She tried to use her miniscule knowledge on anatomy to check his pulse. There was none. Hearing footsteps, she turned around and saw a Vantha. "Can you get some help?!" Vyxenne screamed, "I have no knowledge whatsoever on how to heal someone!"

She looked back at the unmoving, soaking wet body next to her. He had the same blonde hair as her father, but other than that he didn't register in her mind. 'Who is this guy?' she thought. She couldn't see clearly, because the water hurt her eyes.

[Eira]

She could feel her eyes changing into a deep blue. "Are you alive?" she shouted. She searched through her bag for something, anything. Nothing. She took off her bear skin coat and laid it on the man. Please be alive, she thought. Please. She ran to the nearest shop. "Hello, miss. Would you please come and help me? There is a strange man on the dock who is dying. If you could please come!" she said quickly. The nice lady followed her. They made some time getting to the dock. She quickly asked the girl if he was okay. No answer. "Well, I have some bandages, but i'm not a healer or anything." the woman said. They carefully wrapped him in the cotton bandages.

"Well, I must go now" the woman said, and left. She sighed. What was she doing? She did not even know this strange man. But she felt she needed to. She thought back. Her mother had died, too. Yes. That must be it. She did not want any more people dying. Her eyes were mixing colors of all kinds! What do I do, what do I do?

[Hayl]

He began to feel something more than just cold. It was hard and it was on the back of his head, pushing his skull in a painful spot. It wasn’t long before Hayl realized it was hard ground. His mind now boiled and a fleeing though screamed about the pain coming from his lungs, “I forgot to breathe for some reason…” he thought and deeply inhaled razor blades of air into his weak lungs. His blood-shot eyes were open, though his brain would not allow them to function yet. And he began to hear water leaving his ears as the rest of his body came to its real-life painful sense. Hayl finally could make the blur of the figure that was knelt over him, but before he could focus on it, he grimaced and looked down at his body. He had terrible cuts, and the memory of how they came to be slowly set in his mind. Finally he spoke. “Where’s my money!?” was his first concern, spoken like a true thief. Once he realized he had all his possessions he laid his head back down and uttered, “Thanks…” to any who would accept it, then tried to mutter something about making it up to them before he dipped back into a stable form of unconsciousness.

His wounds, at this point, were far from coagulating, but the shock of the cold did slow down the bleeding significantly. Each wrap would be placed well enough to seal the wounds and stop their bleeding, at least until Hayl was worked on professionally.

[Vyxenne]

While the Vantha ran off to get help, Vyxenne thought. She was running low on food and money, with only a few copper mizas left in her bag. She didn't like swimming, and half of her thought that the only reason she rescued this human was for the hope of money, or food. Her old mistress had died, and she was all alone in the city. Another part of her thought that maybe the reason she rescued this human was for someone to serve, like other Kelvics had done before. It didn't matter, either way.

She heard footsteps, and smelled human and Vantha. 'Help!!' she thought, and backed away from the human male. She let the human that the Vantha had brought put bandages on his body, to stop the bleeding. When the human female had left, she knelt by the other human.

Vyxenne blinked a few times, and concentrating, looked at his's body again. He was breathing! She took the bear-skin coat and put it under his head, like a pillow. She was strong, but she doubted that she would be able to carry him to proffesionals. And if she could manage that, how could she pay the healer? She looked at the human again. He had money.

[Eira]

Her mind soared. "We have to get him to the healer. He has money. See?" The Kelvic started at her. "My name is Eira. But that doesn't matter. Lets GO!" she shouted. Her and the Kelvic carried him to the healer.
"Please help him!" she begged." Alright, Alright. Look. Since this is your first time here I will heal him for free. But, you must make sure he is warm. Understood?" the healer said. "Yes I do." she said. Her eyes turned a yellow-orange color.

[Hayl]

Hayl opened his eyes to the notched wooded ceiling. It was vividly detailed, so much so he thought all the grooves and wooden cracks and nicks were intricately painted. He began to realize that his mind was hyper-analyzing his surroundings as if it was so appreciative to be alive, it was working twice as hard. This bizarre experience faded shortly and Hayl felt the compulsion to sit up. It had been many hours since the fight, and he recalled the dark females lost voice scratching in the back of his mind; even feeling her blade lick his flesh. His wounds bandaged, he could tell he wasn’t going to die by the excruciating pain his body went through the work of emphasizing. Hayl began to recollect the sensation of death, or that feeling that seemed like it, he sighed as he realized it was all behind him. Forcing his eyes into focus he began to look around the room, letting the blurs run together before he decided to start and look at himself. Finally his understanding of the bandages came to him in visual detail. His shoulder, stomach, and foot were all professionally wrapped, and he didn’t see one drop of blood on them. Thank the gods.

It was within this micro-second Hayl realized that he was naked, well close to it. His shirt and pants were gone, and all he had on was his undershorts; most importantly he didn’t have his stuff. “Where’s my things!” he bellowed to any who would respond to his desperation. He even still wondered if living was worth losing all of his possessions.