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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 1, 2014 23:55:48 GMT
Cori had noticed the little colt staggering sleepily so she led them back into the pasture and fed the horses. Going to find the bear, as she thought that no one else was going too. She moved towards the bear after smelling the kill. She moved towards the carcass and looked around. It had seemed no crows got to it quite yet. Or Ravens or coyotes for that matter. She brought Trouble attached to a small cart, though she took off the cart while she was in the wild and he stood by a tree awaiting her. She knew better to keep a horse attached in the forests. She moved with her hunting knife to cut and begin to work through the organs and the like. Since carrying a bear would be a lot of work. Cori considered the fact that Lorcan and herself couldn't even pick up the dead weight of 300-400 lbs alone. Or even herself that is. She moved some bags over she had gotten for the meat. She went to start cutting the meat when Trouble screeched and she looked up, grabbing her sword standing bolt up from a crouched position.
It hurt at first, but her eyes saw red, and it wasn't red from Trouble, or the cougar. She wasn't new to the world of pain but she hadn't done stupid things in quite a long time. She kind of blanked out the idea of a wild cat being around the carcass. Well not so much forgot they were there. More like, she didn't think that the cats could be hungry. All she remembered was seeing Trouble flee towards the castle. She wished him god speed and then having her sword fighting the claws and jowls back from a rather large cat. Some part of her screamed outwardly during the flurry. Some panic steadily grabbed into her stomach when she began trying to find a way to get it off her. But it had her pinned with it's body, so all she could do is give it a struggle before it'd crush her in the jowls that were trying to snag her head or neck for just a few seconds.
All she could feel in that time was that panic, that need to stay alive and the feeling of a warmth against her tunic. She had managed to get scratched all down her right side. They were deep wounds and she'd need stitches and a few weeks without putting pressure on it. What a good time to get attacked Cori; when your parents and brother left for the summer to go to another home. She asked the gods and the fae around her to get someone to help her out. If Lorcan would find out he'd figure out that she wasn't all through and through Viking. Just at times a very silly woman.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 1:26:35 GMT
Lorcan headed for the stables as soon as he was out of the palace, deciding to saddle the horse himself; he needed to get out to the forest before a scavenger got to the bear first. So, as soon as he was finished he'd mount up, spurring Airgead towards the tree line. His mount moved quickly through the trees, a smile soon spreading across his face. He loved to ride, especially when he gave Airgead full rein to move as fast as he wanted to, which was incredibly fast for a horse his size. Unfortunately, the glee he felt disappeared when he saw Trouble racing past him, tempted to pull up and try to catch the horse but he knew that if Trouble was loose...then well. Trouble was loose.
He would dig his heels into Airgead's flanks, urging him to move faster through the trees. He arrived in less than a minute, though the sight before him filled him with dread. A huge feline had pinned somebody, who he assumed was Cori, to the ground. Before his mount had even slowed he was jumping from his saddle, unsheathing his sword and lunging for the feline, bringing his sword up in an arch and catching the creature below the ribs. It served to knock it away from the Viking, though it didn't really matter because as soon as his sword was free he was gripping it with both hands and swinging it down once again, severing the feline's head from its body in one smooth stroke. As soon as it was done he would drop his weapon and move to the woman, dropping down to his knees, though only for long enough to scoop the woman up in his arms.
He knew he didn't have time to freak out about it, and thus didn't. He would immediately move to Airgead, reaching up to place her in the saddle before climbing up quickly after, wrapping one arm around her and grabbing the reins with the other. He would turn them around before spurring his horse on one again, not letting himself think about the amount of blood that was on the Viking, and now on himself. "Just hold on Viking," he would mutter, urging his horse to move faster once again.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 1:38:56 GMT
She let a few tears slip as she felt her side begin to slip out of adrenaline. She was hiccuping, Cori had been knocked onto her feet by trained warriors since she was 12. Something inside her wished she could be just like her real father. Her mother had told Cori all about Red Bear. Just as she began to lag in holding her sword up in place she heard a horse. She didn't turn her head and hoped that Trouble would get away. Something inside her knew that Trouble was trained to go find help when she was on her back. But something just didn't click. Then all of the sudden the weight of her death was lifted off her and then she herself was lifted. Her head lulled to the side and looked at the cougar. Her haze made her lul forward in the saddle. When she leaned against the Captain she recognized his scent.
She didn't want to speak. She could feel the pain in her side. She also had landed quite sharply onto her ribs and probably bruised them, that is if she was lucky. She considered everything as she leaned against the Captain. He heard him speak to her and called her a Viking. She'd give him a smirk, whether or not he saw it well. "Thank the fae..." She'd whisper to him. Her blood loss giving her a rush as she was made to sit up. When they began moving tears would slip down her eyes. She bared her teeth and leaned her back against his chest which didn't do any good with her ribs aching. Her adrenaline beginning to stutter. Whenever they got where they were going, Trouble stood outside with a stable boy outside holding the reins.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 2:29:35 GMT
When he heard her whisper he'd roll her eyes, "Don't be thanking the fae, now. Or I might just have to let THEM help you," he'd mutter. He was mostly joking, of course. She'd lost a lot of blood and obviously had no idea what she was saying. When they arrived back at the barn he would slow Airgead to a halt before quickly jumping down, though as soon as his feet hit the ground he was turning to grab the Viking from the saddle, "Run ahead and get a physician," he'd bark out to the stableboy, not caring much for the horses at this point.
He knew that it wasn't very sanitary, but he'd lay Cori down on the ground, stripping off his shirt in order to bunch it up and press it tightly to the deepest part of her wound. He'd glance at her face, though immediately looked away, not liking that she looked so pale, "You damn Viking," he'd rumble with a shake of his head before looking at her wound once again. His nose would wrinkle slightly at the sight of it, though he was able to stomach it more than he'd been able to look at her ghostly face. After another moment he would sigh and move to strip her of her shirt; it wasn't doing much for concealing her anyways and it would be better used to staunch the bleeding. He would tear the sleeve from the shirt before bunching it up as well, using the sleeve to wrap around her body and tie the shirts in place. Once that was done he would lift her once again before moving towards the Palace, knowing that running wouldn't be a very good idea despite the fact that he wanted to.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 2:46:13 GMT
She kind of faintly smiled at him. He wouldn't get it if she tried to explain that she had been thinking of mythical beasts when he came and stabbed the cat off her. Hearing him beacon something from the stable boy when they got there he side was throbbing in pain. When she was laid on the ground her eyes were looking at the skies. Her adrenaline had warn off completely and she was shaking as she laid there. Her eyes tearing up. "S..Stab me with a sword and I.. C..Can get back up. Cats cut deep." She'd breath out.
When he muttered damn Viking she closed her eyes. Her tears dropped down the sides of her face. streaking in the mud that had accumulated from being smashed onto the ground. She didn't watch him take his shirt off but then she heard fabric ripping her eyes shot open. Looking up at him. "..C..Captain are you sure you want to get to that here?" She said whilst still trembling, trying to smile but her emotions had pooled to display her pain instead. Her wounds opened and closed with every movement. Her ribs felt like an eruption of fire occurred. When he lifted her she winced and bit her lip.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 4:38:15 GMT
When she mentioned something about being able to get up after being stabbed with a sword he would merely laugh and shake his head, “Viking, you don’t need to impress anybody here,” he would say. Her next words didn’t stop him from wrapping up her wounds though, “Uhm yes, you’ll bleed out before we get to the palace if I don’t,” he would say honestly. He wasn’t trying to scare her, but he’d seen wounds like this before, hell he’d had wounds like this before and they weren’t very pretty. Also, the likelihood that she would survive them if he hadn’t wrapped them was next to none. He didn’t even look at her when her shirt was off though; he wasn’t up for that kind of thing anymore, especially not with a woman who looked as if she could die at any second.
When the thought that she looked as if she could die at any second surfaced he would pick up his pace, a frown carved out on his face. When he finally reached the palace he would storm up to the physician’s quarters, kicking the door with his foot until the man opened the door. When he did he would shoulder past him, “Cougar…” he would say, though that was all the explanation that was needed. With a palace full of soldiers the physician had dealt with several encounters like this one…a lot of them from himself and Connall. Thankfully, the stableboy had gotten here and warned the physician so there was a cot already set up in the room and he would immediately move to lay her out on it.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 4:51:34 GMT
"Not impressing anyone here." She'd say kind of partially. "Obviously you're a Captain for a reason." She slurred a bit and then her eyes felt like they twitched and her sight began to see double. When he said something about bleeding out she'd smile faintly at his retort. "Not like I really care about it." She'd say sort of out of it. Care about what? Well. She wouldn't care if it was gone because of Lorcan. Whatever it was. But she closed her eyes for a minute and snapped back when he lifted her again. This time she had problems keeping her head against his shoulder. So by the time he lowered her onto the cot she had lulled in his arms significantly.
Laying on the cot she twitched her eyes open at Lorcan. Looking around afterwards her eyes shot over to the physician. A bare of her teeth made it to her expressions. When the Physician began to come right over and look at the wound, her hand shot up to Lorcan's and she grabbed it with no Lady-like concerns. The Physician blinked and looked up at Lorcan. Looking back at the wound he'd take the clothing off and grimaced. Getting water, and beginning to clean her wounds she turned her head to look out the opposite side of her wound at the wall. But she didn't let go of his hand, she held it firmly. When the physician began sewing her back together she breathed out a little groggily. "Thank you Lorcan." She'd say quite clearly. Afterwards the Physician made her sit up to wrap her wounds. She let go of his hands but watched the Physician like a lioness.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 5:18:43 GMT
When she clutched his hand he would star wearily at her, wondering if he should pull it away, though he decided against it. She probably needed an anchor against the pain, and he figured his hand was as good as anything for her to use. He hadn’t missed the look she’d given the physician, though he didn’t bother to question her about it. He knew plenty of people that disliked them, though as a soldier he’d never had the luxury of disliking them; he’d always needed some wound or another patched up, and thus had made friends with all of the physicians that had tended to him. In fact, he knew the one that was tending to Cori rather well, and knew that he was a good man and an even better physician. When he was finished stitching and propped Cori up he would frown at the Viking, deciding that he didn’t really like her attitude towards the man that was trying to help fix her, “You’re welcome, Viking. Though, if I was you I would become fast friends with this physician. I have a feeling you two will be spending a lot of time together,” he would say, a smirk settling on his lips. He would then turn to the man, “I think she may have hurt her ribs as well, she wasn’t breathing very well, like a man with a few broken or severely bruised, ribs,” he would tell the man, who moved to check over them after he finished wrapping her wounds.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 5:43:38 GMT
When Lorcan somewhat scolded her she glanced up at him and then to the physician. She answered them both. "It's not that I don't.. Like you. It's that.. I would rather do it myself.. I know what hurts me most." She breathed out sharply as the physician worked around it. "This may be my first cougar wound.. But, this isn't.. my first fall.. Captain. I.. Wasn't an easy child. Raised by a.. man who isn't my real father and a mother who.. picked at everything like I was a heathen.. Even though I came from her body I still reminded her of.. Him." She closed her eyes and then let the Physician see to her ribs. She didn't move unless asked. Obviously she had been a squire for the last 10 years, she knew how to listen even if she didn't care too. But she was right. She was a problem child and if he even stole a glance at her abdomen it wouldn't be. Her right shoulder blade showed the unity knot that some Vikings were known to have. When he said she was like a man with a few broken ribs or well severely bruised ribs she kind of gave a short chuckle. "A woman can break a rib too." She'd say calmly. "We're not all saints and angels." When she was told to lay back down she did slowly. Seething a little at the air. From the pain that was all.
The physician nodded and stated she had a broken rib and a good bruised pair on the same side.
"Thank you." She'd still say to the physician.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 7:11:19 GMT
Lorcan would shake his head when she said that she’d rather do it herself, “Right. You’d probably make it worse in your state,” he would laugh with a shake of his head, not trying to be an ass. “Honestly, Viking, if you’re going to hand out with Connall and I, then you’re gonna have to become friends with at least one physician,” he would say honestly. When she chuckled and said that women could break ribs too he would smirk and shake his head, “How would you know? You’re a Viking,” he teased, not feeling that bad about his apparently sexist comment, though he did feel as if he had to explain, “I’ve never seen a woman break a rib before, but I have seen plenty of men. Most of which acted like you, trying to ignore it and not even mention it, even though it obviously hurts. I figured that the physician would understand better if I phrased it that way,” he would say with a shrug before moving to sit down in a chair, “And you can’t say ‘We’. You’re not a Lady, you’re a Knight and a Viking. You can’t put yourself in that category,” he’d explain, not unkindly. When she thanked the physician he would smile, nodding his approval though he wouldn’t mention anything. He’d focused on getting her here so fast, and then the physician had done such a speedy job that he hadn’t had time to stress out about her wounds, and he likely wouldn’t for quite a bit of time, or unless she acted like she was in a lot of pain.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 7:25:36 GMT
She laughed at him when he said she'd probably make it worse. She nodded in agreement to him. When he continued to call her Viking she laid on her back slowly. "Not waiting to hang out with you was.. My problem." She insisted and closed her eyes for a moment. When he insisted that she was a Viking some part of her made her visibly smirk. "Not much of a Viking.." She said out loud to him and sighed into the air. Cori didn't know what to make of herself. She wasn't a Lady. She wasn't much of a Viking. She was new to being a Knight. Apparently she wasn't a woman. When he insisted she was ignoring it she was chuckling all the sudden. "I was more concerned with trying to keep my cool and not freak out and make myself bleed more with a giant cat on top of me. I was shit scared." She admitted it to him out loud. "I even had a moment where I just looked up at the angry cat and asked myself if I should just drop my sword and get what's coming." Somehow his words made her feel both awkward and alright. She wasn't much into the idea of ranks giving her a new gender. "I wonder what I was battling for." She asked mostly herself.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 7:34:49 GMT
When she said that not waiting to hang out with him was her problem he’d laugh, “A lot of people have that problem. They need a muscular warrior to protect them,” he’d tease, finally letting his gaze drift over her body. She was bandaged, and still rather pale, but he had to admit that she was actually a Lady…but only to himself. He’d probably never tell her that. After a while his gaze would return to her face, shaking his head when she says that she wasn’t much of a Viking, “That’s bull shite,” he would say, “You’re more of a Viking than any that I’ve ever seen. Have you ever seen a man get attacked by a cougar before? Usually the cougar kills them. And then, if it doesn’t, they go into shock and die. IF they’re lucky enough not to, they suffer from the trauma, and usually go insane,” he would say, completely serious, “And you. Not only did you not die, you didn’t go into shock, and you don’t seem traumatized to me. That tells me that you’re a better Viking than any of the lot,” he would say, though he wasn’t sure why he’d wanted to convince her. When she said that she had a moment where she had just wanted to give up, and wondered what she was fighting for he would frown slightly, “Your life, Viking. Warriors don’t just let themselves die.”
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 7:53:23 GMT
Cori chuckled a little. Placing her hand on her ribcage gently. Swallowing for a moment. "Hell, you aren't scrawny that's for sure." Ahh, so she's looked. Hilariously she said this while he snuck a peak at her. She was well built, definitely had squire under her belt. The bandages didn't hide the fact she was also well endowed. She shook her head about the idea of another being attacked. She shuddered a bit. She didn't know if Lorcan was complimenting her. "Thank you Captain." She'd say calmly and nod. "I am sure Red Bear would be a very proud Viking Papa." She frowned deeply. When he said the last statement, as much as it sounded true it wasn't. She was used to being something like a throw away. She was laying there with the title meant for her brother; the real Frighil. "Yeah I mean. I haven't even gotten married." She'd laugh a little. It was true though. She kept thinking back like it bothered her but she closed her eyes slowly.
The Physician looked at Lorcan for a moment and frowned. "We're going to need her cot.. Is there a place she can go?" With that Cori propped up slowly again. "I can go home." She insisted. Though she had told the others she was home alone.
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Post by Lorcan MacAteer on Jul 2, 2014 22:30:56 GMT
Upon hearing her say that he wasn’t scrawny he would laugh, shaking his head, “Which is a good thing, I suppose,” he’d grin. He didn’t realize that her saying that meant that she’d checked him out or anything; he just wasn’t thinking about it like that- he didn’t think about much like that anymore. When she said thank you, and then that her father would be happy he’d roll his eyes, “Honestly, he’d probably be jealous that you can take a blow better than he could,” he’d snort. When the physician asked if she had a place to go, and then Cori said that she could go home he’d laugh, “And who would care for you there?” he would ask, his brows raised as he questions the Viking for a moment before shaking his head, “No, you’ll stay in the palace. I believe there are empty rooms beside mine,” he would inform the doctor, “I can move her if need be,” he’d finish. When the man said that she really shouldn’t be walking around, and that she needed rest he’d nod before moving to scoop her up like he had before, cradling her gently so as to not irritate her wounds or ribs before turning to grin at the physician, “Thank you, I truly appreciate your help,” he would say before glancing down at Cori, “Well. Let’s go, Viking,” he’d say before walking out and across the palace, making his way towards the side of the palace that he and several other people lived in.
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Post by Cori Frighil on Jul 2, 2014 23:47:11 GMT
Shrugging a bit, sure it was a good thing. Grinning at him. In the end, she wouldn't admit to her checking him out. It wasn't something Cori would admit too.. When he said Red Bear would be jealous she'd laugh at him. "Yeah I guess. I wouldn't know really." She'd grin a bit. "I mean he had my mother abducted for a few months and had to deal with her nagging." Eyeroll.
When Lorcan asked who would take care of her, she almost opened her mouth to say herself. But she felt that argument wasn't very valid to his. When he stated she'd stay in the palace she sighed. She couldn't argue that. It was logical obviously. When he scooped her up she kind of gave a small surprised sound but then smirked. Some would say she turned red as she fully recognized he was a shirtless man holding her. But she would dismiss their questioning glances. Giving the Physician a nod though in thanks again. When he said 'let's go Viking' Cori sneered. "Sure, let me just get up and get my shirt." She'd sigh. "I really liked that Tunic. Damn cat."
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