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And on the Third Day [Lethe]
Sept 3, 2017 23:22:04 GMT -6
Post by Victor on Sept 3, 2017 23:22:04 GMT -6
This place was strange. Like his home, and the incident which was cause for him to be on the mainland of Elibe, it seemed the dead did not stay such. The number of times he'd seem a corpse, or skeleton walking around on his travels had numbered in the dozens and that was a very...strange number. Victor did not shy from encounters with them however. As his gloved finger absently drifted over the large slightly curved hilt of his cleaver like blade, he felt his lips curve into a faint smile. They were not so different from people. Just a bit more fun to fight. Just a bit more fun to hunt. They did not run, nor did they try to beguile. That was something he appreciated. The dark fabrics of his mask kept most of his expression hidden, but the serene expression had an almost accepting bliss stained upon it. Oh. Speaking of stains...
Victor's boots stopped with a soft crunch at a rather sizable puddle of blood staining the grass. It looked like it was relatively wet still, the ground still glistening with a slick to it. When he tugged at his mask to lower it, he could smell the heavy wafting odor of metal that gore and blood left behind. A thick musk of it actually that clogged each breath. His torso pivoted as he looked around, gazing back around before taking a few steps further as he spotted a body collapsed not to far from him and past a tree previously blocking view of it. The young huntsman quietly looked about until he got to the visibly female figure. Struck down with no sight of her assailants. He would've taken time to marvel at the caliber of wounds, and caliber of butchery, until he saw the faint rising and falling of her shoulders. Ah. Alive...her wounds need tended. He lifted his mask back up over his nose so the veil of his eyes and a bit of his forehead were exposed, and moved closer.
He knelt to lift her up. Carefully shifting her with each hand so her mid back was cradled against one arm and her back thighs braced against his other. After all if he didn't hold her with a sure poise and grip the blood would make her too difficult to grasp. His gloves and the leather of his coat alleviated this concern somewhat purely out of the rougher texture of leather. Victor was fairly impressed that she'd survived her wounds. What a strange woman she was.
--
The town hadn't many people in it. They were all dead and laying there of no use to anyone. That was okay though. It meant he didn't have to ask to use someone's house. If they were dead they couldn't mind too much could they? Victor had made room for his new friend on the table he presumed was a dining table. There was a bowl on it originally with some fruit. He moved the fruit but kept the bowl. That he could use for the moment. Once he'd laid the girl on the table, he unrolled a compact segment of pockets from his belt. Pouches that were all fairly stuffed housed different implements for various levels of aid. Before anything... Victor reached for his knife and quietly set it next to his pouch. He started tugging off the girls gloves and adjusted what of her clothing he could to expose most of the wounds. The first thing he had to do though was address the immediate dangers. It looked like...
Right arm, fore arm, shoulder especially. Torso and multitude of smaller lacerations. Joints to be bound. Let's start there.
Reaching for the compact roll of bandages in one pouch he quietly began to roll it around her shoulder after pressing against her joint firmly. The rather gruesome pop that it made seemed to indicate this shoulder had scene quite a few problems. If the girl was conscious she would've no doubt been in terrible pain. Or maybe not. Too much pain means no pain. Such a wonderful thing. The body. Victor's gloves were already glistening with the dark red gloss of blood when he'd gripped the girls arm. Some of her wounds already releasing small streams at the pressure. Shoulder was wrapped though. That meant the next part was up. Ah. Cloths. We'll want a few of those...
The kindly dead owners had ensured he had no lack of resources truly. A few fairly well made colorful cloths and bandanna no doubt used for a style of sorts or to compliment dresses and garb would do nicely. He removed his gloves when he began to pull out a small spooled suture of dark thread, and a needle. He was certainly grateful his older brother wasn't here for this part. Running suture through a needle was never the older brothers strong point. Then again a lot of the first aid for their family had fallen onto Victor over the years. The huntsman quietly reminisced on it, a smile gracing his features again while he started to tend the lacerations. He didn't have to cover all of them. Just enough. Though enough was still a lot.
--
If it wasn't the bloodiest process he'd ever done, it was close. He'd used enough suture to cover a limb at this point, or so it felt. However most of the girls more severe wounds were treated, and he had just finished wrapping up well..literally almost all of her. Though he'd had to do the stomach and abdominal section carefully. He couldn't restrict her chest because it'd hinder her breathing and he didn't want to risk internal bleeding. Blood in the lungs was terrible to deal with. Victor took a step back, two bloody clippers, a lot of bloodied needles, and near empty spool later. he was missing two rolls of bandages and he was stained in blood. He absently rubbed his hand against one of the many stained soaking wet colorful cloths. The blood stained them so heavily already it didn't do any good to remove from his hands. Instead he resorted to a ladle of water over them and then wiping them off on a blanket cast over a chair in the room adjacent to them. Once they were a bit more clean he was able to slip his gloves on once more. Victor nodded at the comfort of it and moved back for the "Ward" of sorts. He paused when he thought he began to hear some form of noise externally. From outside the house. He dismissed it for the immediate moment though. If only to try and mentally collect himself. The process of tending her wounds had been almost relaxing, but required focus at times. Enough to also be a bit draining once it was all said and done.
Victor's boots stopped with a soft crunch at a rather sizable puddle of blood staining the grass. It looked like it was relatively wet still, the ground still glistening with a slick to it. When he tugged at his mask to lower it, he could smell the heavy wafting odor of metal that gore and blood left behind. A thick musk of it actually that clogged each breath. His torso pivoted as he looked around, gazing back around before taking a few steps further as he spotted a body collapsed not to far from him and past a tree previously blocking view of it. The young huntsman quietly looked about until he got to the visibly female figure. Struck down with no sight of her assailants. He would've taken time to marvel at the caliber of wounds, and caliber of butchery, until he saw the faint rising and falling of her shoulders. Ah. Alive...her wounds need tended. He lifted his mask back up over his nose so the veil of his eyes and a bit of his forehead were exposed, and moved closer.
He knelt to lift her up. Carefully shifting her with each hand so her mid back was cradled against one arm and her back thighs braced against his other. After all if he didn't hold her with a sure poise and grip the blood would make her too difficult to grasp. His gloves and the leather of his coat alleviated this concern somewhat purely out of the rougher texture of leather. Victor was fairly impressed that she'd survived her wounds. What a strange woman she was.
--
The town hadn't many people in it. They were all dead and laying there of no use to anyone. That was okay though. It meant he didn't have to ask to use someone's house. If they were dead they couldn't mind too much could they? Victor had made room for his new friend on the table he presumed was a dining table. There was a bowl on it originally with some fruit. He moved the fruit but kept the bowl. That he could use for the moment. Once he'd laid the girl on the table, he unrolled a compact segment of pockets from his belt. Pouches that were all fairly stuffed housed different implements for various levels of aid. Before anything... Victor reached for his knife and quietly set it next to his pouch. He started tugging off the girls gloves and adjusted what of her clothing he could to expose most of the wounds. The first thing he had to do though was address the immediate dangers. It looked like...
Right arm, fore arm, shoulder especially. Torso and multitude of smaller lacerations. Joints to be bound. Let's start there.
Reaching for the compact roll of bandages in one pouch he quietly began to roll it around her shoulder after pressing against her joint firmly. The rather gruesome pop that it made seemed to indicate this shoulder had scene quite a few problems. If the girl was conscious she would've no doubt been in terrible pain. Or maybe not. Too much pain means no pain. Such a wonderful thing. The body. Victor's gloves were already glistening with the dark red gloss of blood when he'd gripped the girls arm. Some of her wounds already releasing small streams at the pressure. Shoulder was wrapped though. That meant the next part was up. Ah. Cloths. We'll want a few of those...
The kindly dead owners had ensured he had no lack of resources truly. A few fairly well made colorful cloths and bandanna no doubt used for a style of sorts or to compliment dresses and garb would do nicely. He removed his gloves when he began to pull out a small spooled suture of dark thread, and a needle. He was certainly grateful his older brother wasn't here for this part. Running suture through a needle was never the older brothers strong point. Then again a lot of the first aid for their family had fallen onto Victor over the years. The huntsman quietly reminisced on it, a smile gracing his features again while he started to tend the lacerations. He didn't have to cover all of them. Just enough. Though enough was still a lot.
--
If it wasn't the bloodiest process he'd ever done, it was close. He'd used enough suture to cover a limb at this point, or so it felt. However most of the girls more severe wounds were treated, and he had just finished wrapping up well..literally almost all of her. Though he'd had to do the stomach and abdominal section carefully. He couldn't restrict her chest because it'd hinder her breathing and he didn't want to risk internal bleeding. Blood in the lungs was terrible to deal with. Victor took a step back, two bloody clippers, a lot of bloodied needles, and near empty spool later. he was missing two rolls of bandages and he was stained in blood. He absently rubbed his hand against one of the many stained soaking wet colorful cloths. The blood stained them so heavily already it didn't do any good to remove from his hands. Instead he resorted to a ladle of water over them and then wiping them off on a blanket cast over a chair in the room adjacent to them. Once they were a bit more clean he was able to slip his gloves on once more. Victor nodded at the comfort of it and moved back for the "Ward" of sorts. He paused when he thought he began to hear some form of noise externally. From outside the house. He dismissed it for the immediate moment though. If only to try and mentally collect himself. The process of tending her wounds had been almost relaxing, but required focus at times. Enough to also be a bit draining once it was all said and done.