This content might touch on topics that are sensitive or triggering for some readers. Trigger Warning for mentions of Blood, Wounds, Viscera

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Beorn was certain her body and her mind has seperated. The pain and the heat that burned through her body before had eased off into a cold numbness. In fact she couldn't even feel the cold. Not even as she staggered through the deep snow. The canine paused, swaying a little from side to side as she looked down at her paws. One unrecognisable as hers, mangled and bloodied. It hung loosely, dragging in the snow. But Beorn merely uttered "Weird..." As she tried to will herself to feel the freeze that surrounded her.

The images that met her eyes seemed to pulse with her heart beat, the drumming which echoed in her ears had no rhythm. She dragged herself forward a few more steps and froze, her body swaying like the branches of a tree in a storm. She blinked, fresh blood finding its way into her vision from the torn flesh around her right eye. Beorn watched the ground again, as sanguine saliva dripped from between the rip in her upper lip. Her tongue wiped against near white gums. It felt like slow motion as she turned her head to look at the wounds upon her shoulder. Mighty claw marks had eviscerated the flesh there. Was that bone? Bone beneath all of that shredded muscle and blood. Beorn frowned, huffing. "Weird..." She mumbled again.

Beorn

how bloody long could this winter last? it was cold and miserable and the peach pirate loathed it. She found herself longing for the warm sandy beaches of her home (minus the assholes that lived there) as she plodded through the icy rainforest.

the blood at the borders took her aback, especially as the scent was not lion and the trail led in to the prideland.

her stride hurried as she followed the trail, equal parts concerned and on guard. she would protect her home if need be but she suspected that whomever this was was not much of a danger. This suspicion was quickly confirmed when she spotted the mangled mess of a hyena.

“bloody hell,” she muttered as she loped near, stopping in front of the unknown female. A quick assessment brought her focus to the leg — and had she been less experienced she might have gasped with the horror of it. The limb was a goner, calypso knew that almost immediately, and she drug her gaze to the face of the stranger with some reluctance. “Ye need to stop. I will help.”

Firm but kind, entirely unaware of what can of worms she was opening.

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Beorn's skin had grown clammy and slick with sweat. Her eyelids were heavy. She had to focus on pushing the air out of her lungs and dragging it back in. She was almost in a trance, the ground pulsating and swaying like an ocean beneath her. She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

When she opened them again, a lion was standing before her. All hazy and fuzzy, almost floating in her vision. Her brow furrowed. "W-what?" She slurred, green orbs rolling back into her skull for just a moment. Beorn shook her head, trying to ease the fuzziness that seemed to be suffocating her brain. "Im fine..." The words were barely understandable beneath her wheezing breath.

The canine femme attempted to take a step forward, seemingly unaware of the extent of her injuries. Her crippled limb dragged through the snow, her knuckles folded under her wrist. Her shoulder dropped as she tried to shift her weight onto it. But the limb was useless, and collapsed beneath her. Her body crumpled into a bloody heap in the snow. Beorn gasped, the sudden sensation of pain flooding back and sending all of her nerves screaming.

Beorn

“damn it,” she snapped as the girl did not listen, pressing further in the pride without even seeming aware of it. had another come across her they may very well have killed the hyena - they weren’t exactly friends of lions generally.

“stop,” she hissed, though it hardly mattered when she crumbled a moment later. “if ye don’t listen ye’ll die ye fool.” honestly she half hoped she’d pass the fuck out, if only to make it easier. her den wasn’t terribly far from here, though too far to drag her if she wasn’t cooperating. Calypso quickly ran through her options and then dug in to the snow, pulling up a half dead vine that could at least help her stop the bleeding,

Approaching again, she curled her lip in warning - “stay still.” the worlds were harsh, firm, and sought to leave no room for argument. Calypso sought to wrap the vine high around the mutilated limb, half knotting it around itself before holding on end down. It was loose enough she hoped the hyena didn’t even notice, but as she clutched the other end in her teeth and prepared to pull it tight she knew she’d feel that.

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Beorn's mind grew fuzzier and fuzzier. Like rain has seeped through her skull and blurred her mind's eye. Confusion weighed upon her like the snow upon her ground. Why was the lioness coming closer? In fact why was a lioness close to her at all? Beorn despised the feline creatures. She did her best to grimace, but the wound on her face dropped fresh blood down her chin, startling her.

The hounds orbs rolled back again, the creature disconnecting from the world for a mere moment before she gasped herself back into the present. Beorn twisted her skull and watched as the lioness wrapped the vine around her leg. Her harsh brow furrowed again. "Wha' ya doi-" The sudden tightening of the tourniquet brought the sensation of pain back into the canines mind. She did not scream, for the pain was to great to be translated into a sound. Her angular jaw spread wide, her breath caught behind an invisible wall in her throat. Her body convulsed for a second, before she started gasping for air. "Tuuc, tuuc! Haaraan tuuc!" The gutteral words of her people were barely caught by her breath as her head slumped into the snow. The world lost its colour, and Beorn's eyes fluttered and rolled in her skull

Beorn

well shit.

calypso was relieved to see her plan put in to action, grateful that the hyena was so out of it that she didn’t realize what was happening. The tourniquet did it’s job, somewhat - at least the loss of blood seemed to slow. pain was a good anaesthetic , too, though the canine seemed a damn lot stubborn.

“close yer eyes,” she urged in her own thick accent, unperturbed by the agony she had caused. to her trained eye this one was in for buckets more of it before she was done. the leg was a loss, the more she looked the more she knew, but calypso would do her damndest to try to save the limb. if not, well, god help them.

Realizing she couldn’t do much here she sought to slide her body beneath the hyena, seeking to drape her over her back much like a blanket. Calypso cared not for the blood that would stain her skin, too, but wanted only to hasten towards her den. The sooner they got there the sooner she could truly set to work.

Here’s hoping she didn’t struggle. If she did, though, Caly would drag her by the damn scruff if she had to.

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Beorn simply refused to pass out. It just wasn't going to happen. She kept forcing her eyes open, despite the fact that she could barely see through the haze of blood loss and pain. Her shaky breath came out in wheezes and groans. The bleeding from her eviscerated limb had slowed thanks to the tourniquet, but Beorn was unaware of that fact.

The lioness's voice was barely understandable over the rumbling beat in her ears. But it was tempting. To just sleep. But she was a stubborn canine. "A'gh khruur degaal..." ("I'm not tired...") She mumbled, eyes opening and closing and opening again.

There was a gap where the world stopped for her. When it started up again, she was on the felines back. "Druuc'd duun ghaan" ("Don't touch me..."). The words ebbed off though, and her body slumped into the lions spine. She groaned in pain, eyes rolling back into her skull again

Beorn

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on who you asked, Calypso was just as stubborn. The hyena on her back mumbled in a strange tongue but the pirate paid it no mind, moving steadily towards her den, ignoring the burn in her weaker leg. Nothing mattered beyond getting her to the den where she could work with more tools at hand.

Calypso recognized she might need help, and as she pushed on she called for somebody to her aid. Whomever might be able to lend a paw, really; they need not be a healer. Only able to listen.

A small part of her worries that one too young might show, that she might traumatize a child with the sight of the mangled leg, but she cannot think too much about it. She is not far, now, and chuffs a few more times as she finally reaches the den. It is large and roomy, and she deposits the hyena as gently as she can upon a pile of grasses in the den. Calypso has readied a sort of bed for her patients; dried grasses and bits of fur that she can easily remove when they are dirtied. There are piles of it tucked away in a corner to replace those that are lost - a small way in which she is able to keep the den tidy.

Hoping that help will come she turns to her wares and begins to gather what she will need - including a sturdy piece of stick that is the perfect length for the hyena's leg.

This will not be fun.

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CAUGHT THE AIR IN YOUR WOVEN MOUTH

Rivia's activity level was considerably lower after her injuries, giving herself the chance to heal faster. The brunt of it landing on her shoulder, she walked with a stifled gait. She hated limping. Even if that meant she compromised her other leg from overcompensating for it. A thing to deal with at a later date. Regardless, she was getting along rather well since Sabine has been helping her.

When @Calypso's call for aid whistled through the rainforest, Rivia was quick to answer. She hadn't made it by her den since her welcome was offered, but navigated the twisted roots until she found her tending to a downed canine. She paused with curiously furrowed brows before closing the distance between her and the scene.

"What happened?" She asked, looking around the scene and upon the gruesome injuries that the hyena bared. Her lip raised in a slight grimace before looking to her crewmate.

"What do you need me to do?"

The world jolted by in bright, confusing flashes. It made Beorn feel nauseous. Her head swayed with Calypso's movement. She gasped, groaned and pressed her eyes shut. They only opened again when her body was placed onto the ground. Yet the world was so dim to her gaze. Beorn could harely tell if her eyes were indeed open. She gasped again, before her brain tumbled down into the black nothingness of unconciousness

/exit via unconciousness

Beorn