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Post by Liberty Jean on Wed May 10, 2017 10:02 pm

The voices, she couldn't figure out who was speaking, but she heard them, loud and clear, okay it wasn't really loud and clear she was fighting to keep conscious.   The voices floating in and out of her subconscious, if one was to be honest, she probably would never recognize the voices if she ever heard them again.  “Seriously, you bit a f-ing wolf?”  “What were you f-ing thinking?”    “It's not like she's going to make it.  Such weak creatures these wolfs are.” “We need to dispose of the body before anyone finds out what you did.”  Those were the last words she heard, the feeling of rough hands grasping her body as she was lifted off wherever the heck she was, being the last thing she remembered before her world went black.

Slowly she started to wake, how long as she been sleeping, she had no clue.   No memory of where she was or what was going on or even how she got wherever she was.  This place sure did not feel like her bed, her bed was nice and cloud soft, this was not, this was hard packed dirt, with a patch of grass perhaps, old leaves that had fallen from a tree that must be nearby were pushed up around her. Slowly her eyes opened but they didn't stay open long as her thoughts of where she was from the scents was correct, but they closed once more, she was so hungry...so thirsty....and so weak.  She hated feeling weak it was not something she was used too.  Not something at all that she thought she would get used to ever.    But this thirst....it was like any thirst she had ever felt before.  

The voices, the voices started to creep into  her head, not make it, bit a wolf, what all did they mean?   It was to much to try to focus on the voices right now, she needed to get up, figure out where she was, and find some food, something to drink, and a nice comfortable bed.  Placing her hands on the ground below her, she pushed with all of her might which currently wasn't much, but she got half raised on her arms before they collapsed again and she was flat on her stomach.   Her voice came out weak and wispy.  “Well that worked,” she groaned out the words.  Closing her eyes, oh they were so heavy, and she knew it was lack of food that was causing her to be so weak, she took in a deep breath, her cheek against the cold hard ground.  Mentally telling herself she could do this, she could get up, she would be okay with it.

You know that saying, when there is a will there is a way, well that was definitely coming into play here.   Opening her eyes again, even when all she wanted to do was fall back asleep, she pushed through it, getting a bit of a bearing of where she was, meaning she had no freakin' clue on Gods green earth where she was, but she had this right!   Her hands moving under her again, once more palms against the ground, she could do this!   Pushing up, she got herself so far, her legs moving to bend at the knees, and she was in a crawling position...not that she was moving forward, nope but she was able to use her strength and get into a seated position, before the breathing was taking over.   Okay so this was better, but at this rate she was going to starve to death, if she didn't get up and moving around that one.  Such thoughts were not going to help her though and she mentally shook her head, to actually shake her head would have taken to much of the precious energy that she had very little reserve of.

Couldn't tell you how long she sat like that, if anyone had come across her they would surely think the girl hadn't ever had a bath.  Her normally shining red hair was rather a murky brown from the dirt, her face had smudge marks all over it, her clothing was torn, the t-shirt she was wearing which at one time was white now was a brown color with hints of green grass marks across the back as if her body had been dragged, and her shirt was no longer tucked into the jeans she had been wearing, the ends were shredded, cuts and rips through out the legs, and grass and dirt stains everywhere.

Okay she could do this...she tried to stand up and realized that was NEVER going to happen, so she moved herself on her hands and knees again, because she couldn't stay sitting here any more, she had to do SOMETHING.  She couldn't see herself just sitting around and waiting like some damsel in distress in some cheesy romance book and suddenly some prince charming comes by and saves the girl.  No thank you she wasn't that girl.   She might be a damsel, and she might be in distress, but she had this, right!?  Well at least in her head she had it, and she in prime crawling position, she wasn't to proud to be moving along in this position, besides who was going to see her?  Let them judge her and wait until she had her full strength back....just sayin'.  But right now she was focusing on the task at hand, and she made it a distance, still no clue where she was before her body gave out and she was once more laying flat on her stomach, her arms underneath her, as her body had collapsed right on top of them, her legs went out from under her, her face turned to the side, as if instinct had kicked in, and her eyes had shut once more.
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Post by Arcadia Caughey on Sat May 13, 2017 1:45 pm

Arcadia had been called a great many things over the course of her ever long life, but Prince Charming was not one of them.  She was certainly someone who knew woods - all woods, anywhere - as surely as she knew the back of her own hands.  Tonight, as was the case any given night she wandered the earth, her intention to tend and serve that which grew from the ground beneath her feet.  

The damsel likely wouldn’t realize it, but the way in which the wind suddenly picked up around her, only to sweep off again like a tide receding, that was the sign that help was not far away.  The scents of distress, of exhaustion and injury, were very distinct and not ones Arcadia expected her wind to bring back to her nostrils.  It changed her course, that scent providing her with a map that lead her directly to where the woman had fallen.  

Kneeling down by her side, Arcadia shrugged off the worn drawstring pack she wore on her back and set it down on the ground beside her.  Her violet eyes slowly looked the woman over, taking note of any signs of injury or struggle.  So the woman’s dirtied state certainly didn’t escape her attention, nor did the distress of her clothes.

Arcadia didn’t move her, didn’t touch her either, not just yet.  Instead, while she was making her assessment, she used her preternatural abilities to her advantage by directing a pulse of power at the woman’s mind.  Her thrall would slip into the woman’s consciousness, with no directive other than to itch at the woman’s inner sanctum in a way that would rouse her if the injury was not too severe.  Arcadia's intention was no different than putting smelling salts under the nose, just through a different method.

“It’s time to wake up, lass.”  She murmured it softly, a bewitching musicality present in her already melodic brogue.  “Follow the sound of my voice.”
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Post by Liberty Jean on Sun May 21, 2017 7:09 pm

Never in her life had she felt such utter helplessness, it was not a feeling that would sit well with the redhead, not well at all.    Perhaps Arcadia needed to add some new nicknames, perhaps it had been too long since the last one was added.  

Every time she got a burst of energy, which was funny to say, more like every time she could muster up any sort of energy she was using it to try to move, but it always backfired and she would find herself back flat on the ground, the fight was alive in her but she was weak so very weak.   She was unaware of the things around her, the wind, that was picking up and dropping off, the way that the ground smelled, wasn't even entering her thoughts.    Her mind was rather barren of any sort of clues as she was fighting for her very life, she had lived longer than those that dumped her had assumed, but how much longer did she really have.  Her body was in pain as the vampire side that was emerging after the change was warring with the wolf side she had been born with.    In truth, this shouldn't have happened, she should have succumbed as they had thought she would, they being the ones that had changed her and dumped her body, in a foreign place.

No real injuries were shown on the outside of the female, no signs of struggle, just the signs of how they had treated her, unfortunately, the smells of having been dragged outside dropped and left to die would meet Arcadia's nose.  

Liberty Jean still was not moving and when Arcadia pinged inside the woman's consciousness she might have picked up many things, the fact the woman's own body was fighting to stay alive, the change that had happened to her would be very vivid.  

A soft groan escaped from her still closed mouth, hearing it was time to wake up.   She was starting to get comfortable in this sleep, but that voice, it was tugging her to follow it, even if she didn't want to she wanted too.    Slowly, her eye that was not facing the ground popped open, and she mumbled...out words that Arcadia would be able to make out.  “Are you a forest angel?”   probably because of the way that Arcadia was it was an assumption, though she could barely lift her head or make any movements, she was hoping it wasn't a trap because right now she was as defenseless as a newborn pup.
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Post by Arcadia Caughey on Mon May 22, 2017 11:41 pm

Arcadia wrinkled her nose in response to the strong array of scents that came from the female on the ground.  They may not have been pleasant, but each of them provided hints at what kind of circumstances had befallen the woman.  And one scent in particular, which stood apart from the rest, carried with it the most important information of all:  this woman was not human.  Good to know.

Her lips curled into one of her knowing little smiles when the woman’s words reached her ears.  “Aye, I am.”  While she wasn’t one who readily offered forth such information, in this circumstance she thought the confirmation might put the female at ease.  Though perhaps it would seed more questions in the woman’s mind than answers.  “One trained in medicine, t’ boot.  You’re about to feel a bit of wind tuggin’ at your body, lass, but there’s no reason to fret.  It’ll do nothin’ more than gently roll you over.”

Sure enough, the woman would feel the the soft brush and light pressure of Arcadia’s wind curling around her torso and legs.  The invisible tendrils moved her as organically as they usually moved the branches of trees, though their pace was far gentler on this task.  As her wind did its work, Arcadia watched carefully, in case any signs of pain and distress could be observed.  Even so, it was a matter of procedure to ask these same questions outright.  “Are ye in any pain or discomfort, lass?  Do you know how ye came to be here?”

Arcadia paused, her brow furrowing as she thought she spied something on the woman’s throat, nearly concealed by shadow.  She leaned down, the touch of her fingers as light as her air as she brushed the woman’s hair away from her neck.  The remains of what once had been marks, when paired with the bit of dried blood around the spot, were unmistakable.  “You’ve lost blood, aye?  I carry a tincture that can help your body along as it repairs the loss, but after that it would be wise to move you.  I own a clinic a few miles from here.”

Arcadia was already digging in her pack at her side, pulling out a dropper bottle about four inches tall.  It was the largest bottle she carried with her when it came to her remedies, for likely obvious reasons when one considered her own dining habits.  How she would transport the woman from here to there, she did not say just yet.  That would be the next bridge to cross.
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Post by Liberty Jean on Thu May 25, 2017 10:44 pm

For the record, the girl frequented the shower often, enjoyed long bubble baths too, this was not her normal operating ways.   Sometimes things happened and they became out of your own control.    Such as what was going on with Liberty Jean this very moment, she had no control, and that thought was banging around inside of her head and freaking her out, yet she was trying not to let it consume her.   She didn't need that right now.

Her gaze was lifted, well lets be honest, her eye that was not down on the ground looked up to Arcadia when she said she was the forest angel, and she seemed to calm down, which would be good for her body.   Why she would instantly trust someone right now was probably due to the weak state she was in it made it easier than if she had been in tip top health.   When Arcadia spoke of the wind, Liberty jean thought of the words, and she spoke out an “Okay.” Right now she wasn't so sure if she would be able to feel much of anything but that feeling of starving and weakness.

When the wind did turn her over, the lady was right she didn't feel much as she was moved onto her back, instead of her stomach in the dirt.  No real signs of pain would be observed, the distress of being so weak and being in a pain-filled starvation might show up, but no broken bones, no cracked ribs, a bit of a memory loss of course.    And she took in that breath.   “No pain....very hungry.....”   But when she asked how you came to be there....she was...a blank page.  “I...I don't know.   The last thing I remember I was going for a walk....where is here?”    Because she wasn't even sure where she was, and this wasn't normal.    Her gaze looked down at her hand and spotted the ring on her pinky finger, it was a slim silver ring with a small opal in the delicate setting.   It was as if she relaxed a bit seeing that ring there, it was a heirloom that had been passed down in her family.

She was to weak to move away from the touch but that would at least give a way to something that had happened.   “That could explain why I feel so weak.”  She frowned a moment.  “A tincture?”  That was not a word that was in her every day living,  neither was the word ye and aye, but she was able to pick those words up and convert them into words she knew, but this was a new one.  “I really am in no position to argue with you, besides you are the forest angel not me.”   Yes, she said it again.

Liberty was watching what Arcadia was doing even though her eyes were drooping but they weren't completely closing not yet.    Her stomach felt like it was eating itself from the inside, this was not a good feeling at all, and she had to trust the forest angel to make it so she had some strength,  if only she would have known the adventure she would be taking she might not have gotten out of bed, who is she kidding she liked adventure.
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Post by Arcadia Caughey on Wed May 31, 2017 11:30 pm

Arcadia had that way about her, especially these days now that she was strongly tied to her truth.  The result was a sort of grounded, steady energy that was easy to trust. “You’re in the Eastern Forest, lass.  Deep enough that it’s fortunate I crossed your path.” Her way of tactfully letting the woman know that she hadn’t exactly collapsed in a place often traveled.  “And not exactly a proper place to get a meal.”  There was a touch of whimsy in Arcadia’s otherwise calm brogue, as she’d picked up on the fact that this woman had a bit of wild in her blood.  And, well, sometimes those folk who were wild did hunt in the wild.

She’d responded to those words first, to allow her time to carefully observe the woman’s movements while she digested the woman’s words.  That she identified her greatest problem as hunger after what she’d just been through, it was enough to draw Arcadia’s lips into a small frown.  “Aye.  A concentrated blend of herbs, made by soakin’ the medicinal parts of plants in an alcohol solution.  It will taste a bit bitter, but bearable.  Bottom’s up, lass.”  Arcadia gently pressed a dropper filled with a brown liquid to her lips.  It would look much like the shade of iced tea, but would not taste as such.

While the woman was taking her medicine, Arcadia would take the opportunity to check the woman’s pulse.  It was a formality, really, when her preternatural hearing would be able to pick up the woman’s heartbeat - or lack thereof - with ease. Using this common gesture for a healer, however, Arcadia was able to administer the test that she really felt necessary based on the woman's state of affairs.  Slicing the meat of her palm with the sharpness of her nail, by the time Arcadia pressed two fingertips to the woman’s throat blood was welling up from the resulting scratch on her palm.

Weakness was one thing after one was made a vampire’s meal, but such hunger?  In a moment such as this logic had to win out over emotion, and Arcadia knew she had to check for the change. She was prepared for any number of responses...and to make the shift necessary to give the woman what she needed, if it came to that. She was a forest angel, after all.
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Post by Liberty Jean on Sun Jun 04, 2017 1:57 pm

Probably was a good thing that Arcadia had a way about her, even if Liberty Jean was to weak to do anything about it in her current state, which hopefully the instant trusting of the forest angel wouldn't bite her in the behind later on.   Listening to the words coming from the lady, and the tone, along with that almost soothing she blinked.   “I think I am a far way from home.”   Eastern Forest, did that mean there was a Western, Southern and Northern forest?  But even thinking on that was hurting her brain, and right now she didn't have enough of that to make sense to let it get pulled as it was.  A almost mumbled bit of words came out of her lips. “No wonder they dumped me here.”  Where that thought came from she had no clue, and if you asked her to repeat it she probably could not, because she was a bit out of her mind.

It was indeed what she felt was the worst, that hunger seemed to be the only thing she was thinking of, and she didn't understand why.   But when she said the bottoms up, after explaining what it was, Liberty Jean did open her mouth and she tasted the bitter liquid as Arcadia did administer the medicine.  Her eyes had that this is not a happy taste but she was trying not to screw up her mouth and be a horrible patient while she had no real energy to not be anything else.  

When Arcadia went to check for her pulse, Liberty Jean didn't think anything of it, but Arcadia would hear a very dull thud that was not normal for any sort of being.   The pace was rather slow and if she was not what blend of creatures she was now, it would be the sort that would make one think they were losing their patient, except in this case it was something she would be getting used too.   The thudding of her heartbeat was no rhythmic it just happened to hit here and there, as her body was learning how to work as this hybrid person she now was.  

She did not fight the bitterness as it ran down her throat and she swallowed it even if the taste wasn't that great it was a liquid and it helped her parched throat.    But it was when Arcadia did slice her palm and there was blood that Liberty Jeans stomach growled, which was not making any sense to the girl, but when her finger tips were on her throat, Liberty was trying to turn towards the blood, even as her pink tongue was darting out and trying to lick at the forest angel's hand...which had huge confusion in Liberty's eyes...not fully understanding the situation.  Like this was not cool but she couldn't get that thought of how great some blood would be out of her mind even as she was repulsed by it, all at the same time, and it would be reflected in her eyes.    If she had any of the strength left in her body, she would have grabbed the forest angels hand and brought it to her mouth, but even with the scent of it right there she was to weak to do anything.....but what she had done and be really confused as her mind and body were warring about what she wanted.
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Post by Arcadia Caughey on Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:30 am

Arcadia was known to give a nice cheeky bite to the behind now and again, but in entirely different circumstances.  Perhaps if she’d come across this female at the club? At any rate, the woman in her current state would be treated to Arcadia’s proper bedside manner. “Not to worry, we’ll have ye home before long.”  The distance of that home didn’t seem to phase Arcadia, she was a woman who wandered far more than she stayed still and traveling great distances was just another regular day for her. “Do ye happen to know who ‘they’ are, lass?” Never knew when information about attackers might come in handy during treatment.

If this female was afflicted with bloodthirst, the brew that Arcadia had just administered would do little to sate that hunger for likely obvious reasons.  Depending on how far along the change had worked through the body, it was possible the brew would do little for her energy level or physical state at all. The woman’s body wouldn’t have an adverse response, mind, it would just be like having a sip of tea and that was that.

Arcadia was quickly suspecting that would be the case. Ears tuned into the female’s heartbeat, its laboring sluggishness was not the sort of rhythm even a body that had just been fed from would make.  Normally under such circumstances the heart rallied after the drinking, or it ceased to beat.  This woman’s heart was in a state all of its own, which deepened Arcadia’s thoughtful frown.

All was confirmed when the woman responded to the flow of fresh blood near. Arcadia wouldn’t let the woman taste of it, drawing her hand back out of reach as the cut she’d made was already in the process of healing. She saw the confusion in the woman’s eyes, and she did her best to keep remorse from touching her own. One of the hardest parts about being a healer was delivering news that a patient most likely did not wish to hear, and now was one of those times. “Before we go any further than this, lass, you need to know what’s happenin’ to your body.  The ones who attacked you, they did more than bleed you, they also seeded a change.  That change is attemptin’ to work through your body as we speak, but it requires a feeding of fresh blood in order to get the required strength to finish the change.  If you elect not to give your body the blood it requires, your body will cease to change, but it will also cease to be.”

As she delivered this news, Arcadia and her voice remained as even-tempered as ever. To was a skill of hers, to transmit such steadiness even in the face of unrest. A somewhat ironic skill, as Arcadia was known to tangle herself up into a turmoil to great effect. “I’m willin' to provide the blood you need, lass, but I want to be certain you understand the choice unfortunate events require you to make: you must choose between embracin' an existence as a vampire of the line of your attackers, or embracin' a peaceful death.”  She would not assume what choice this woman would make, nor would she take the choice away from her.
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Post by Liberty Jean on Wed Jul 19, 2017 10:11 pm

That would not surprise many, from what we can gather!   But sadly, this was not the club, this was the forest and she was not sure what was happening to her.   Thankfully, at least in her head, Arcadia was the forest angel and she was going to help her.   It was the only thing Liberty Jean had to cling to at the moment.   “Home?”  As if that word was a foreign concept to her.   But sadly when she asked who they are...there was a dazed and confused look that would flit over her features, not that it was much of a change from how she was looking passed out and weak.   “No.”  She frowned a bit, but it was to much energy, and her face went back to rather well emotionless....

Sadly she wasn't really responding to what Arcadia had given  her.   Her stomach was growling and there wasn't anything she could do about the signs.    The blood thirst was real even if she had no clue what it was.  Pretty much she just needed some blood and she would be well completely converted....or without it she would probably die.   Not a big deal, right!

One liked to be different right!  And even with Arcadia listening to her heart beat or what there was of it, didn't change anything.  The non rhythmic sound continued here and there as if it had a beat of a drum only it could hear.

The confusion was in her eyes why was she trying to lick the woman's hand where the blood was.   Because why was she craving blood?  Sure in her other form she ate livestock, but blood on its own, and wanting it..that was new.   Not sure how this went...but her eyes were on Arcadia's...and she took in a breath, her chest rising and falling from the movement, awkwardly.  Eye lids closed as she listened before they popped open revealing dull shaded eyes.. “Vampires....dumped me.   Called one stupid for biting a wolf.”   The words that had played there were in her brain and randomly things were coming to her.  Unsure if it was true or not because her mind wasn't as sharp as it could be.

She would listen though about the fact her body was going through a change, and she had a choice...die peacefully or she had to embrace the life of a vampire of the line of her attackers.   But really she had to much of a fight, mentally at least right now, to be animated and not in the ground, and sadly her expressions were so weak but she took it all in.   Swallowing on a dry but no longer parched throat she would respond.   “Please provide the blood.   I understand I will be embracing existence as a vampire of the line of my attackers.”  She swallowed.....the words as they came out were scratchy almost...”Not ready to die peacefully yet.”  It was a choice...and she had not just jumped because how she felt right now, death might be a sweet surrender...but she wasn't one to surrender.
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