Private Tales Into The Wilds

[Gabrielle Selana]

Jorg was an important distraction. He was the only reason she was still in a position to be of any use. If that creature had any sort of focus on her, she was finished. In that regard she was fortunate that all involved were keenly aware of this.

That was both a disadvantage and advantage rolled into one. To her advantage that took the vampire's attention away from her, being the much lesser threat. The acidic vials were painful, no denying that, but Jorg was the one who could actually harm it.

So in the moment, where it paid no mind to Gabby drawing her blade in her approach she had an opportunity to end its unnatural life for good. It declared Jorg's death with a thunderous bellow while sickly, dark blood spattered the floor after each step.

Within arms reach Gabby lunged forward to stab the creature through the back and pierce the heart. It must have heard her, sensed her, or felt her, for in the moment before she plunged the steel through flesh it turned, grabbing her by the throat and immediately closing her airway while also lifting her several inches clear of the floor. Sharp claws dug into her neck, breaking the skin as several small beads of blood began to roll down towards her collarbone.

Feet kicked and flailed, her free hand swatted and grasped at her foe. It looked at her with miserable hatred and condescension as she struggled to find oxygen while the grip became ever tighter by the second. In a desperate moment, though she could not reach the heart, she plunged the dagger into the neck of the vampire and dragged it downward to open a large, gaping wound. Immediately it flung her away with a sickening screech, as if weightless, across the room and against one of the tables.

 

[Jorg]

The Wolf lunged forward.

It saw it's prey weakened, stumbling, barely able to move. The Acrid smell of brackish blood was in the air, and for the Wolf that was enough. Within an instant it leaped into the air, lunging itself forward and learning from how the Vampire could hear.

There was no roar, no growl, nothing.

The Wolf simply launched itself forward, and as the Vampire clutched at the wound in it's throat the beast came crashing down upon him. Tooth and claw dug into pale flesh, ripping, tearing, shredding until the Werewolf was covered in head to toe with viscera.

The Vampire let out a blood curdling screech, the sound echoing throughout the chamber as there was a loud crunch, and the Vampire's throat was ripped free.

Silence fell upon the great hall, the only sound being the breathing of the wolf.

 

[Gabrielle Selana]

The redhead lifted her eyes from the floor, trying to gather herself after being thrown square across the room as if little more than a child's toy. When finally she did she saw the aftermath of Jorg's work. Blood covered the floor in an ever increasing pool.

Gabby traced her fingers along her neck, feeling the warm blood of her own slowly leaking from her flesh. She was sore, but alive. She breathed slowly while eyes focused on the werewolf. She still wasn't entirely sure she was out of danger.

The Vampire was dead, of that she was certain. The blight on this land would be extinguished. If this trip had accomplished nothing more, it was still at least a victory won.

"Are you alright?" She asked from across the room, unsure of whether Jorg would, or could even answer her.

 

[Jorg]

The Wolf stared at her.

Beady yellow eyes fixed on the redhead, muzzle covered in black brackish blood, fur matted and pulled together with the Vampire’s gore. Muscles flexed as wounds bled, the Wolf taking a single step forward before it shook slightly.

A shiver ran through the beasts massive body, it’s form shivering and quaking for a brief moment before it suddenly collapsed onto the floor.

Gabby would be able to see the creatures wounds if she moved closer, dozens of cuts and scrapes that had been left on the beast by it’s foe. The wounds were deep, bleeding profusely and quickly spread with an odd sort of black malignancy along the Wolf’s flesh beneath it’s fur.

A quiet, almost silent whine of despair echoed from the Wolf’s throat, it’s body struggling weakly as though it were trying to stand from it’s fallen position.

 

[Gabrielle Selana]

Gabby watched as Jorg's bestial body collapsed from fatigue. Now was the opportunity for her to escape if she so chose. He had not the energy to pursue her in his current state. She could get away without the chance of being killed by either Werewolf or Vampire.

Still, she had a conscience, and he had protected her, even if he hadn't quite intended it.

Slowly she approached Jorg, kneeling beside him. Gabrielle placed a hand on him, biting into her lip as she thought about what to do. She wasn't a healer. She couldn't simply mend broken bones or restore life. That sort of magic went beyond her understanding.

Reaching to her pack she twisted off the cap to her canteen and offered the cold liquid to the mouth of the werewolf. "I can bandage you and seal the wounds. But I can't fix you." She looked him over, he was in rough shape. "But perhaps there's something in the texts here." A spell, a method of mixing whatever liquids were kept on the benches to create a serum. Anything.

"Lets stop the bleeding first though."

 

[Jorg]

The Werewolf breathed heavily as she walked over to him, but it did not move to strike or bite at her. It hesitated for a few seconds, as if unsure what it wanted do.

It's jowls folded back for a second, baring it's teeth for just a few seconds until a low whine echoed from it's throat and slowly it opened it's mouth. Water splashed down the monsters throat, tongue lapping at the canteen as it felt her palm touch him.

There was a steady calm that washed over the creature as she spoke. It's ears twitched violently, though whether that was her or the pain it was hard to tell.

The wolf slowly turned it's head towards Gabby. Beady yellow eyes watched her, fixated on her as though it was considering.

Then it slowly nodded.

 

[Gabrielle Selana]

The redhead retrieved her pack from the ground that had been torn off during the fight. Inside she removed a smaller satchel with sutures, needles, threads, and bandages. She sat carefully down beside the werewolf, spilling a bit of the water from within her canteen into the wounds to clean them before going to work stitching and bandaging the most serious ones.

It would take some time, and though she couldn't bandage all of them, the worst were seen to.

"Now don't get me wrong, I would prefer we not spend the night here, but you're not in much of a condition to travel, and this is probably the safest place, given our circumstances." It would also give her the ability to search through the texts to potentially find anything useful in terms of a spell to further aid Jorg.

 

[Jorg]

The Werewolf did not move a lot as Gabby stitched up the wounds. It sat with surprising patience as she cleaned the wounds and began to stitch them up, only flinching a few times and letting out muted whines of pain.

When she spoke to it the Wolf seemed to nod in agreement, ears flicking slightly as she finished treating the last wound that she could.

For a few moments the beast simply sat in place, almost as if confused about what to do next. It was clear that trapped within this room The Werewolf was somewhat out of place. With prey it had been easy to decide what to do, but now in the silence of it all...

Ears flatted for a moment, and the creature looked down at Gabby.

It pointed a single claw at itself for a moment, then took the same hand and gestured with a flat palm lower. It was an awkward charade, but the Wolf was clearly trying to signal in question of if it should shift back to Jorg.