Mirainda: *from the main room of the cave came a loud explosion and a good deal of painful screams. the entire place shook as if it were going to collapse in. when it all fell quiet again Mira in beast form lay sprawled out quite close to the entrance that had obviously caved in. Laying still partly on her head was a large rock which had cracked her in the skull rendering her unconscious*
Dylaike: *from a little further on down the passage, the sound of one final crunch, cutting off a snarling yelp, broke the silence. Afterwards, all that could be heard was the sound of one large body, growling still and snuffling around for anyone that got away. He turned and shambled back towards the entrance, stopping before he gets anywhere near. Upon seeing Mira, he ran to her side, and pulled at the rock, straining, then tossed it back down the passage. He looked over her stricken form, and let out a loud howl of rage and pain*
Mirainda: *Without the rage to fuel the beast her body began to melt back to it's womanly form. The quiet was filled with the odd snaps and sounds of shifting bone. It sounded rather painful if one were to be awake or aware of it. When the process was finished there she lay naked in the dirt. The rock had done damage as a trickle of blood streaks across her face. Her body was covered in various marks, angry looking claw marks across her thigh irritated by the silver earlier. None of which would have made her scream but one. On her right shoulder, covering her bite scar, was another bite exactly the same. It was deep, a near replica of the original wound.*
Dylaike: *the large wolf watched her for a moment, growl dying away. But as the extent of what had been done to her made itself apparent, the growl returned, and the fire of anger returns to his eyes as he cast about for someone else to punish. 'His' Mira had been hurt, and someone had to pay. He scrabbled at the rock cave in, dislodging a few more, and causing more debris to shift and tumble as he pulled at it*
Mirainda: *the groan was quiet at first as Mira began to wake first noticing the pain in her body then the debris bouncing off her. As something slightly larger hit her she hiss reaching out to pull herself away. The reality of what was going on not yet sinking in still thinking the place was coming down*
Dylaike: *the growling turned to one of frustration as the rocks shifted, but there were always more in the way. He gave a loud bark and hammered down on one big rock, reducing it to fragments, and causing another small avalanche of stones and dust in the tunnel*
Mirainda: *Mira coughed loudly as she tried to take in a breath getting just dust. She tried to shake off the fuzziness she felt not knowing what was running into her eye but she knew she had to get back on her feet. If she was going to go she was going to go fighting. She scrambled to get to her feet pressing herself against the wall to protect her back, bringing her claws up and waiting for an attack.*
Dylaike: *Dylaike didn't see her standing up and getting ready to fight as his eyes were closed against the dust. He struggled up from the small pile of dirt and debris he had just near buried himself in, and moved towards the wall to keep trying, a barking cough sounding as he tried to howl again*
Mirainda: *she pressed everything else from her mind. pain didn't matter, her tired body would have to wait. She prepared herself to fight as the large body in front of her moved closer. She growled bringing her claws up ignoring the protest of her injured shoulder. As more of the dust cleared she paused, recognition sunk into her partly addled brain* Dylaike.
Dylaike: *He gave her a sidelong glance, then turned back to the wall. He suddenly turned back to her again, the growl dying away from his snarling maw with relief that she is awake, if hurt. He saw again that angry bite on her naked shoulder and barked again, almost a challenge to anyone around who would be dumb enough to do that*
Mirainda: *Her arm slowly came down unsure if she should trust him completely the way he was. He was different than the rest she'd known but it was still hard to accept. Even her pack mates when turned would attack near anything that moved. The beast knew no better. But he didn't come at her and her hand lowered the rest of the way to her side. She quietly barked back at him. Her head jerked to the only open end of the cave to be sure they were alone, a bit quicker than she should have having just taken a hell of a hit to the head. She braced herself against the wall least her spinning head send her to the ground*
Dylaike: *he jumped forward as she wobbled, moving to hold her up and safe, the growl gone. He looked her over and tested the scents on her, making sure she was really ok enough to be standing. He whines soflty as he smells the amount of blood on her, a deal of it hers*
Mirainda: *Mira puts out her arm to grab a hold of him just out of reaction. She lets him go as he sniffs at her and begins to whine. She shakes her head knowing that even if it is dim in here he can see her* I'm alright. You can stop that.
Dylaike: *his whining stops, but he doesn't move off of her, keeping her protectively in his arms. He nudges her with his nose, right next to the dirt covered bite at her shoulder, giving her another quiet whine for just a second*
Mirainda: *she growls as her shoulder stings. she's actually making an attempt not to snap at him least she set off his anger again. least as he was she didn't have anything to fear from him, she hoped. clenching her teeth together she wiggles a bit* Yes, we both got wounds.
Dylaike: *he doesn't seem to be registering his right now, attention focused on her. He unceremoniously begins to clean her still oozing shoulder, bathing it in time honored wolfish fashion*
Mirainda: *for a second she protests to being licked still squirming in his arms. her growl is low but as tending it does seem to help she puts up less of a protest* Dy...it's fine. It ain't gonna kill me.
Dylaike: *he ignores the much smaller womans protests, continuing until he is satisfied the deep marks are clean. No sooner has he finished with that, his nose brings another scent on her to his attention. He sets her down and begins nosing uncomfortably over her, trying to find the source of the troublesome smell, starting to whine again softly*
Mirainda: *she wiggles and squirms as his nose travels over her* Dammit Dy I don't need you nosin' all over me. *she tries to push him away but lacks much strength in her right arm at all at the moment which doesn't help at all* You want to do something helpful get us the hell out of here.
Dylaike: *he gives her almost a warning growl as she tries to push at him, finally finding the source of the offending smell. He nuzzles, and then softly licks at a particularly grimy set of cuts, then almost yelps in surprise and pain as his tongue contacts something unpleasant*
Mirainda: *as his tongue runs over her silver laced thigh she jumps back as far as she can, which isn't too far with the wall in the way. the sudden movement makes her head spin again and she growls* Enough already! Your gonna hurt yourself tryin' to fix things. It's got silver on it ya fool.
Dylaike: *he whines and grits his teeth a moment, then pulls her to him again, not taking no for an answer, nearly pinning her. He licks again, wincing with each contact. Silver or no, she is to be protected in his wolfish mind, and he will tend her*
Mirainda: Stop! Dammit you'll burn your damn tongue off. *she's unable to get away from him as he's changed and she's not. As much as he's trying to help she doesn't like him hurting himself, specially for her. She can't even move her thigh away from him having no room to move it anywhere else*
Dylaike: *he whines softly, sounding very similar to someone crying as he continues. He shakes as he nears the end of his work, and as he completes it, he turns away, curling up on the floor, writhing slightly in the dirt, mouth hanging open and tongue swollen and bleeding, the whine coming from him a purely pained sound*
Mirainda: *she curses and as he lets her go she slumps a bit down the wall. she glances over at him holding back a growl. she crawls over to where he's curled up* You fool I told you to leave it alone. Don't listen to me. I should tell you you deserve what you get. *by the tone of her voice she doesn't mean it as it comes out a lot less harsh than her usual grumpiness. she moves around towards his face and tips his face a bit so she can see. she can't exactly just wipe it off* now what the hell am I suppose to do?
Dylaike: *he can't really respond very well right now, even if he could talk, and only his whimpers and whines answer her. He curls even tighter in on himself. In some ways, a pup he still is, and this is a pain he has never faced before.*
Mirainda: *her growl this time is of frustration. she tries to get at him a bit to see how much damage has been done* I would have been fine. Should have just left it all alone. *she glances around with something specific in mind. Closing her eyes she tries to use her nose. Getting nothing right away besides dead lycan she sniffs a bit deeper. What she gets is a nose full of dust which sets her off coughing*
Dylaike: *the damage that is visible is not /too/ severe, but certainly looks bad. his tongue is swollen nearly to the point of making breathing hard, and is pockmarked and cracked, looking like it has been burned badly, with a very very few glints of metal still on it in places. Along the floor, a small pool of spittle has formed from his tongue lolling out, and most of the silver dust has collected there*
Mirainda: *she manages to catch her breath making a mental note not to take in another deep breath. Not only is it terrible on the lungs but it kills her shoulder to do it. With a bit of a struggle she gets to her feet and states the obvious* Stay there. *With her hand along the wall she begins to move further into the single passage cave, occasionally stepping over a body or part of one*
Dylaike: *as he can't really take a deep enough breath to steady himself, or stop hurting long enough to even think about moving, he does as she says*
Mirainda: *it's not exactly running water or a fresh water spring but there is a trickle of water moving down the wall a ways from them. it's not as if she has a bucket to catch it in either. cupping her hands together she tries to collect as much of it as she possibly can. it's not much, barely a swallow not that she plans on letting him do that either. Carefully she holds her hands together tight as she brings it back, limping on the leg he'd been (stupidly) licking at*
Dylaike: *he is right where she left him, looking to be in a bad way. She's right, it won't kill him, or her. But that doesn't mean it doesn't make him wish it would right now. As she draws closer, he seems to start shrinking, no longer angry enough to keep his form, whether it be in his best interest or not*
Mirainda: *she pauses and waits for him to change. she really can't say if that's a good thing or not. they were both wounded, both could actually benefit from the lycan form. for the moment she focus' on not loosing anymore than a few drops of the water she's collected.*
Dylaike: *he doesn't seem to be feeling a whole lot...if any better...after his shifting has finished. How he keeps from screaming, is beyond him, but it's all he can do to just look up at her. As he lays there before her, the extent of his injuries are made plain. though not as numerous as hers were, it is clear that unshifted, he may have a good deal of trouble walking with the deep bite in his leg*
Mirainda: *she'd shake her head but she knows its a bad idea. coming closer she nearly yelps as she squats down towards him. she takes in a small breath before holding her hands towards him* Hold out your tongue. I don't want this to wash back into your mouth.
Dylaike: *he shakes slightly still as he does as she says, keeping his tongue out as far as he can, head turned downward*
Mirainda: *she does her best to get every drop of the water over his tongue in an attempt to wash it off. At least with him changed back it's a tad bit smaller than before. she hopes he can follow directions since the last thing she needs is him to swallow it*
Dylaike: *he holds as still as he can, wanting nothing /more/ than to swallow the water and ease the burning in his throat and on his tongue, but he resists the urge as she pours*
Mirainda: *it wasn't much and her hands are soon empty. she sighs* best I can do. I can get another handful if there is one. It's just a trickle on the wall a ways down. *every part of her body protests as she tries to stand, including her head spinning around not that it will stop her*
Dylaike: *he moans very lightly, trying to sound at least a bit grateful, though he can't manage a whole lot*
Mirainda: *she's not one to let any wound stop her from anything if she can possibly help it and with that in mind pushes herself up again. she's not as quick as she was the first time down the cave and back. it's quite a few minutes later when she finds her way back with another trickle in her hands* Here, do it again.
Dylaike: *he holds his mouth open for her to repeat that action, but even as the last of the silver dust is washed away, it is clear that time and help are going to be needed. He shudders as he takes a deeper breath, nearly yelping. His voice rasps out* thank...you...
Mirainda: It was a stupid thing you did. *she's gruff as she glares at him. she looks him over taking note of his injuries now that they aren't covered in fur. she lets out a string of curses partly under her breath. as she leans over him she can feel her shoulder as a line of something warm streaks from it. remembering she's naked she comes to the realization she's got nothing to bind either one of their wounds*
Dylaike: *he tries to roll over and speak again* couldn't...help...you hurt...*he reaches up and brushes away the line of blood running down her shoulder. He coughs and groans, gritting his teeth. He sits up with an effort, but the damage is obvious as he tries to get his leg to cooperate*
Mirainda: I've been hurt plenty. *without asking she moves to help him. her right arm is nearly useless in actually holding anything heavier than the water she carried. she speaks through grit teeth as her own body hurts yet she helps* Ain't gonna kill me and it ain't gonna be the last time. *she swats his hand away from her shoulder and one line of blood is replaced with a few more as she makes an attempt in using it*
Dylaike: *he growls slightly and forces himself to get to his feet, though one is about as much use as her arm, a trickle of blood to match hers down his leg. His voice is still very much a rasp as the silver had slightly burned his throat with the movements of his tongue* Find...way...out?
Mirainda: *she nods before barking at him* sit your ass down. Werewolf gnawing on your leg and your gonna tear down a wall. *she looks over wiping her hand through the now dry blood on her forehead assessing the rock* it can't be that bad.
Dylaike: *he sits back down and leans against the wall* hope...so *he brushes the dirt away from the outside of his bite, though after rolling in the dirt, it is going to need more later. He looks over at the wall and the broken stones piled on by more* too...close...rocks...fall...again
Mirainda: *she must look quite the site a half broken, bloody and dirty naked woman standing in front of a wall of stone and dirt. she reaches up with her one good arm, the bite mark from the back nearly masking the old scar. as soon as she pulls a few rocks lose even more fall down and she yelps bringing her arm up to shield herself from it. she's not hit but jerks her body*
Dylaike: *he smiles grimly as she yelps and the small slide of rocks occurs* told...you...
Mirainda: *she growls loudly ignoring him and turning back to the pile. she looks like she's looking for any opening she can find* I have to get through. Your hurt and Jek's on the other side.
Dylaike: *he reaches up and holds his crystal* help...call? *Dylaike shakes his head.* no...cave-in...
Mirainda: *she turns and snatches it from his hand* I'm getting through that wall. He's over there. *holding up the crystal she yells into it* hey! We're stuck in here dammit! *she waits a minute not getting a responds. frustrated she shakes it hard before yelling again* Hello?! *another string of curses and she throws it back to him* that was helpful. *trying to push any thoughts of pain or injury from her mind she turns back to the wall* have to get through. *she manages not to notice her shoulder is dripping freely the more she moves around*
Dylaike: *he shakes his head, of course it would be broken.* sorry...tried. *he glances to her shoulder, looking a bit worried* stop...bleeding...*he tries to struggle to his feet again, but is unsuccessful*
Mirainda: *growling with a bit more anger as a slight panic tries to start in her she turns back to look at him* sit. down! ..and stay there! *she turns back to the wall and as if it were to help anything she wipes at her shoulder* it's fine. *even she's beginning to realize it's not so fine as it continues to drip not clotting like her head quickly did* Something might have gotten him over there and I /have/ to get through.
Dylaike: *can't believe he's saying it* trust...him...strong...*he coughs, unable to really keep speaking. He shakes his head, motioning for her to come sit as well, not that she will likely listen*
dylaike tries once more to stand, but his leg just won't stay under him. He grunts in annoyance and instead starts looking around, then starts crawling down the tunnel towards the broken bodies*
Mirainda: *Mira doesn't pay much attention to his movements now looking for anything, any opening or air she can find in the rock wall before her. She presses her ear up to it hoping to hear something but there's nothing.* Dammit, JEK! *with a loud growl she lifts her hand and slams it into the rock. Dust kicks up as dirt sprays around her causing a fit of coughing*
Dylaike: *dylaike holds still as the dust showers down, then carefully starts inspecting the corpses. He finds a few scraps, but nothing useful. The next body is more productive, having only partly shifted, and he manages to find a couple long strips of coarse, dirty cloth, but it's much better than the nothing they had. He struggles back to the wall and does his best to call her over, voice raspier than before as his throat dries* Mi...ra. come...here. please?
Mirainda: *she takes in a breath trying desperately not to cough this time. The fit of it causes a great deal more pain and sucks the strength right out of her. Recovering from it she stands up, dropping a bit more than before* There has to be a way through here. I'll find it. *she wipes at her shoulder again only succeeding in make her hands slick and smeared*
Dylaike: *he has to shout, and croaks at her* Mira! Come to sit...or he'll...find a corpse only *he breaks off into a nasty coughing fit of his own, spitting up flecks of blood as it subsides*
Mirainda: *she turns towards him and snarls at him. it's not nearly as menacing as it usually is as her strength wanes* Don't you bark at me! If you think I'm going to wait around to be rescued...*her hand reaches out quickly to the wall before she finds her face in the dirt floor, blinking quickly to clear the fuzz from her head*
Dylaike: *he does bark at her* fine! *he struggles to his feet, and manages to hold then, leg starting to ooze again. He steps up to her, gritting his teeth* sit...or i make you...wont watch...die...
Mirainda: *she's practically looking down as she responds to him, her voice much quieter* I'm not going to die. *But as she continues to feel light headed she doesn't sound so sure of that. she finally looks up at him her eyes lacking a glow* I told you to sit.
Dylaike: *his only response is a growl* Down! *he grabs her shoulder and presses how towards the ground*
Mirainda: *she lacks any ability to keep her feet although she makes a valid attempt at resisting him. It doesn't take much pressure as she finds the ground rushing up to meet her. She takes in as much of a breath as she dares least she start another coughing fit* Dy!
Dylaike: *he drops to the ground as well, leg no longer able to support him. He ignores her vocal protests and starts wrapping her shoulder with the strips and scraps, tight enough to hurt...and tight enough to cut off the bleeding soon. He just hopes it's not too late*
Mirainda: *she can't help but cry out as he wraps it so tight. Her hands reaches out grabbing his arm in as tight of a grip as she can manage. An actual tear streaks from the corner of one eye as she looks at him.*
Dylaike: *he can't look at her and turns away, his work done.* you...can. hate me...*he crawls a short ways away, ignoring the trail of blood his now dragging leg leaves, face and eyes turned away from her* rest...live for...je-* he ends in a pained and bloody coughing fit*
Mirainda: *She lets go of him as he crawls away. She stares at the ceiling for a few minutes until things don't feel like it's a tornado spinning in her head. She works up as much strength as she can muster for the moment and tries to shift her way towards him* Wren be...pissed if I let...you croak.
Dylaike: *he rasps* fine...bound leg...*and it is, sloppy. But effective enough* rest...they'll come...*he lays back, breathing slightly labored and a little gurgly, but even*
Mirainda: *she lays still again, flat against the ground beside him.* I feel it. *she rolls her head a bit in a partial shake* I just need enough strength to use it. Dy? *she tries to look up at him* ..told you not to do that.
Dylaike: *he tries to smiles* wont...next...time
Mirainda: *she slowly draws her legs up avoiding moving her shoulder as it screams at her. what she wouldn't give for a blanket right now and she thinks of the night's she's spent curled up with Jek* Chew on..some nails it..hurts less.
Dylaike: *he lays there silently aside from his breathing, the pain if talking more than he wants to keep facing. He turns to watch her, and drags himself next to her curled body.* cold? *the only word her risks*
Mirainda: I'm fine. *she was going to leave it at that but thought better of it* ya...stone floors are co..cold without fur.
Dylaike: *he nods and pulls up next to her, holding out one arm in an unspoken invitation. Despite the moon, and the not so faint scent from her, he is in no shape to respond to her, and his body isn't making a fool of him for once*
Mirainda: *she hesitates a moment. she's freezing and his body is warm. they've had the discussion of her choice in mates. in the end her need for warmth wins out. she moves towards him slipping under his arm almost immediately yelping as she tries to lay side ways putting too much pressure on her shoulder. the most comfortable way to lay is a bit odd, nearly on her back with her head resting against his chest.* only cuz your warm.
Dylaike: Why...i offer...chose...jekt...*he tries not to sound at all bitter, though he always will be a little, and he can't hide it. He shifts to curl around her to keep her warm as possible...then growls and grunts loudly, an audible pop coming from him, followed by other all too familiar sounds.*
Mirainda: *she takes in a few quick breaths, smart enough not to shake her head this time* Dy..don't you change on me. We..need to think how to g..get out of here. Dammit. *her right arm lays loose by her side with her shoulder wounded and bound tight, with her left she reaches up to hang on his arm*
Dylaike: *he can't very easily stop now that he let it start, the moons draw even down here easily felt. But he can direct it...* so...rry...*he dies off into a soft whine as his body completes it's change. But rather than the werewolf he usually is, curled around her now is a wolf, the size of a small horse, warm, and controlled. A soft whine comes again, as the tongue lolls back put, still just as burned, but breathing easier in the different shape*
Mirainda: *she's bumped around as he changes not able to slid off him and out of the way. she nearly holds her breath not knowing what to expect. ...and the wolf was certianly not what she expected. she can't help but take notice of how soft and warm he is with the fur. she feels colder by the minute and she's got no idea how long they've been in here already*
Dylaike: *his new body much more effective for it, he curls around her, giving her a nest of warm wolf fur to rest in. As he now is, he doesn't care about the time, only about keeping his packmate safe and warm, his mate or not.*
Mirainda: *she finds a comfortable place against him and settles in. between the warmth, her exhaustion and the lack of blood she yawns. a bad idea with the dust and stale air. another coughing fit ensues jerking her body against him*
Dylaike: *he nuzzles her good shoulder, a little worried, then settles back in without a sound*
Mirainda: *she waves a hand at him mumbling as it stops and she rest against him again* Fine..it's fine. *looking over she stares at the rock wall blocking their path. her voice is quiet* We're not go..going to die in here.
Dylaike: *he snuffles his agreement at her. His ears twitch towards the stone barricade occasionally, sharper now, and occasionally hearing odd sounds from outside*
Mirainda: *she's not nearly as sharp at the moment and even her eyes begin to feel heavy* Not...gonna...die in...*her voice is fading as she speaks* just gonna...rest a bit...
Dylaike: *he turns concernedly towards her, sniffing to see if her bleeding did subside, and if she's really ok-ish, or if she seems unlikely to wake*
Mirainda: *the makeshift bandage is soaked but it seems to have worked in stopping everything but a light trickle. her cool body curls up into his warm fur. her good hand wobbles as it comes up and nearly misses trying to swat at his sniffing nose. her voice is barely above an exhausted mumble* stop..sniffin' me.
Dylaike: *he gives a small snort of acceptance and annoyance at the swat. She'll be fine. He turns his attention back to the wall, and the occasional sounds coming from it, chin resting on the floor*
Mirainda: *her hand falls back down to her side and a few minutes later she's perfectly still and quiet*
Dylaike: *the wolf listens for the sound of her breathing*
Mirainda: *her breathing is bordering on shallow but after a few minutes she jerks awake still seeming a bit disoriented.* have to get...out....i can...momma I'm tired.. *she rest against him again seeming quite content with her furry warm pillow*
Dylaike: *he settles down, delirious she may be, but she seems stable. He yawns, then yelps as the dust covers his burned tongue. He coughs a moment, then curls down to rest as well.*
Hours go by as they lay on the cold ground. The sounds get closer, louder but as Mira slips in and out of consciousness she doesn't hear. Now and again Dylaike lifts his head not only to check on her but to listen to the sounds.
"We're almost through!"
The shout jerked Mira from her sleep. "Jek..." Her voice was quiet, the air around them seeming to be thick and hard to take in. A knot formed in her chest which had nothing to do with her condition and everything to do with the iksar warrior on the other side of the wall.
Dylaike lifted his wolf head as she began to move. Turning her body Mira crawled towards the wall. It was more difficult for him with the wound to his leg but he wouldn't let her get too far from him. In the least she needed his warmth. As she came to rest beside the offending wall he once again curled around her. It slightly disturbed him the fact she would normally push him away, punch him, yell, anything but conditions had forced her to simply accept.
"Jek I'm here..." Her voice was fading again with her strength. He could feel her begin to sink into him again although she was fighting it. She seemed more the young girl than the beast despite the looming moon. She ran her hand over the stone. "I'm...here...."
Her voice to quiet to hear she got no responds. She took in a shuddering breath. If he didn't know better he might say she was crying but a moment later she was quiet again. Mira's eyes closed once more, her hand still laying against the stone wall.