RUN THE NUMBERS / injured crow

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I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.

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The strong smell of smoke lingers on the female, taking no rests between the burning territory of lying slaveholders and the strange swamp. It would not be ideal, after all, if her new ally died within the very first battle - before the war was even announced. Besides, Goldenluxury was never one to take breaks before. The workaholic captain lands carefully, still carrying the unconscious body of the Tanglewood leader. She sets him down delicately, looking over his wounds now to see what she could do right here and now. Unfortunately, she does not know the territory of her friends so well, and she's not so sure where she would go to grab the herbs she needed. "Oi!" she shouts harshly to anyone that may hear her, her sharp voice having little trouble reaching quite high volumes. Though, afterwards, she would find herself coughing. She'd been flying too high, inhaling a little too much smoke. But, she would be fine. She's sustained no injuries from this battle - just trouble breathing, and she knows that feeling a little too well.

"Bring herbs! Hurry the fuck up!" she commands in a shout to whoever would hear her and listen. The tigress still did not enjoy standing around, being useless. She knew how to take care of wounds. The female looks around, letting out small coughs as she searches for anything nearby that she could use as something to soak up blood and clean his wounds until someone arrived. She spots webs not so far away and would quickly push herself into flight once more, wasting no time to tear them from the tree they're attached to and returning to Crow's figure. She goes over the main wounds he sustains - thrown into a tree, hit his head, clawed by Jervis. The male had cuts along his sides, and she would worry about those for now, as there was little she could do for the likely concussion in his head. Hopefully someone hurried the Hell up.

//basically she just brought him back from this thread
[member=1477]Crow Roux[/member]

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Her voice certainly was not the last thing he had expected to perceive on this day, though it was not necessarily high on that list either. Somewhere along the halfway mark was where the possibility lay.

But, even then, he’d anticipated her manner of voice to be akin to "hey everybody, it's me, the Typhoon’s leader!” - not "HURRY THE FUCK UP, SOMEONE’S DYING!"

Being that an incident of this nature occurred not for a period of months, the hollers for aid caught Leroy beyond off guard. The presence of a leading figure other than his own only added to the occasion’s curiosity. The sheer bewilderment attained from these factors caused him to hesitate for a good moment or three.

Adrenaline now pumping vivaciously through his system in response to the urgency of the situation at hand, the canine briskly split from his initial position, taking to his heels in the medical storage’s direction. In a matter of moments, herbs of a wide variety of herbs and plants resided messily within a wicker basket, compressed and worn together by a frantic pair of lofty paws. In truth, the uses for a majority of the herbs he nabbed were forgotten by him as time went on, hence his selection was quite random and poorly chosen.

Optimistically, the tiger could work with Leroy’s selection, and potentially save someone’s life.

Realistically, he likely fucked up. He likely fucked up real bad.

The scramble to Goldenluxury was lengthy, and only felt longer. In addition to the incessant worry that bedeviled his character, grim theories and images established themselves in his mind not as twisted notions, but dark possibilities. Illustrations of his comrades laying lifeless in the mud began to circulate inside Leroy’s skull, accompanied by close-ups of their decaying visages, and the haunting expressions that they wore upon death.  Seeing Goldenluxury’s mighty body off in the distance had soothed the recurring gruesome concepts that inhabited his mind. The auspicious aura that the captain emanated was reassuring in a way. Suddenly, everything was going to be okay.

And then, upon seeing what lay in front of the towering feline, his heart propelled itself downwards at speeds anagolous to a steam-powered locomotive.

One of those sick, debauched theories that overtook his spirit was actually actuality. It appeared that Tanglewood’s leader was dead. At least, he thought it did.

Steady breaths devolved to precarious gasps.

Trembling yellow pupils struggled to commit themselves to a single target, constantly swapping between the clamant tiger, the straw basket, and Crow.

Leroy’s jaw unhinged, dropping the woven container onto the ground, its remedial contents spilling themselves into a heap at the front paws of the Typhoon’s commander.

"... sorry.", the male broke.

It was up to her to fix him, if it was even possible. A lack of medicinal knowledge rendered him useless.

Leroy’s noggin sloped in poignancy. This was his fault. If only he was there.

What if he couldn’t be saved?

Could he be saved?

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"Holy shit..."

Arrow had stated this before, more than once. She was not a medic, she was not a doctor. She knew jack shit about healing wounds and patching people up. She could not help in that situation, or this one, or any of them. That had never been a real problem in the past, after all, people always came to her aid, including when she was the injured one and wouldn't sit the fuck down. But that was different. Being the injured or dealing with an injured stranger was so, so much easier than this. It didn't fuck her up like this.  This, well, this was more like being struck. Even worse than it already was once the realization hit that she hadn't been around, and she was convinced she could have done something instead of whatever the hell she had done while Crow was getting his ass handed to him. Even if this was realistically not completely on her, she was going to take that blame anyway.

Leroy had taken care of the herbs, she didn't know any more than he did, and surely he had gotten enough of them to do the job well enough. How hard could gathering plants be...right? All that was left for her was to arrive, and she sure as hell did, kicking up dirt behind her as she skidded around a tree and nearly tripped. She couldn't say she'd ever run this fast, not in a long while, but the sense of urgency kickstarted a crushing sense of anxiety, something was wrong and bad and she needed to at least be there to witness it. And she was right. Once she actually got there, there wasn't anything left to do but gawk at the limp form of the Tanglewood leader in shock and horror.

Arrow crouched down, fur raising along her spine, widened eyes locked on Crow as if Goldenluxury wasn't even there. Not that she intended to ignore the Typhoon savior, she just couldn't not wait there and hope Crow got up. "You're gonna get fixed up real good, ya hear? You better not fucking die."

He couldn't hear all that, could he?

"You're gonna help us help him...right?"

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Blood.

The scent ran thick against her mind, washing like a tidal wave of red water over her body. Thick as blood, but as fluid as water. Leroy was running, and then Arrow wasn't far behind him. Her green eyes watched wordlessly, her ears pressing flat against her hand. She had known had to wrap her hands, tend to the bullet wound in her leg- the ones that Tyler had sealed up, the ones that Dean had mocked her for. She grimaced. She could help, she could help, she could-

She could get in the way.

Sam pushed the gut feeling away, rushing over quickly. Her ears flat, the long antlers glimmering as she moved around next to Crow's body. She couldn't keep her eyes off of the marred body of their leader- the crybaby, he had gone to battle without telling anyone. A secret operative without his clan. Thoughts drowned her out, one paw pressing against her ear and flinching, before turning her head away, breathing sharply. "Holy fuck." She whispered, before looking back towards Crow, then around to Leroy.

"Get some blankets or somethin', we're gonna need em' to move him." Her accent was thick in the panic, the sunny beach girl on the west coast revealing itself. She looked back to the Typhoon leader, before conjuring a water jug, one she had sitting in her house. She conjured the moss that was near them, soaking the water into it. Somethin' to wash the wounds once the bleeding slowed. "What happened?" She whispered to herself, but also to the Typhoon leader. She looked up at the tiger, green eyes narrowed.

"SPEECH"

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I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA

THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME

ϟ GOLDENLUXURY "GOLDIE" ROUX ϟ
noun
ϟ the clash between the eye and the raging storms. ϟ the healing warmth of the sun and the raw brutality of the seas. ϟ the self-fulfilling prophecy and the stolen future. ϟ
"I AM GOLDENLUXURY ROUX."

BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA

BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.

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Being that she'd brought herself to begin learning herbs when she was about four months old (her papa had hit his head), the female could find a way to work with most of whatever she was given - they may be optimistic. So long as she had two or so herbs that were useful for this situation, it wouldn't matter what else Leroy had managed to grab for her. And, she was determined to find those two herbs - even if it meant sending him or someone else back to grab them. Right now, she simply wants the bleeding to stop. The golden tiger would quickly push her paw into the basket, keeping one remained on Crow to clean whatever blood was there now. The first thing she spots is a common herb, and served the exact purpose she needed it to. Stop the blood. She pulls out the golden flower - marigold and chews it up, applying it quickly to Crow's wounds. "Is' okay," she says in a focused manner, carefully applying all of the poultice to the leader's scratches. She'd more to say, though her next statement is interrupted by another arriving.

Around the time the female she'd yet to properly meet finished speaking - asking her a question, she finds herself digging through the basket Leroy provided once more. If the blood didn't stop now, it would very soon. She wants it all to be cleaned up before she applies the second herb she'd need. And, the good thing was, if he didn't bring anything to soak up the blood, she could just use the herbs she didn't need. It was a waste, but she worked with what she had, and she didn't think the Tanglers would care too much, so long as the job got done. "I wouldn' let him die." The captain states between thoughts, mostly as a general statement rather than a direct answer towards the female's question. "It wouldn' be very cool for me to, after all." The female offers as a joke (mostly to Leroy, given their former interaction), flashing a grin while she dug through the basket, her gaze remaining on it. It seems, for now, she'd have to stick with the unused herbs. She'd grab beech leaves - they were large enough to wipe off the blood, at least, and quickly use them for said purpose.

Whatever orders the next female was barking out, the captain didn't pay much attention, though she did note the question asked of her. She wouldn't respond immediately - she was focused. The process wasn't as easy as simply using cobwebs, but hers were all soaked, and she at least got the blood off of the wounds. The marigold would do the trick. Now, she simply wants to top it off to help them heal easier, and, luckily, there were plenty of herbs that should help with that. The first she'd find would be stinging nettle, so the tiger chews the leaves, applying them to the male's wounds. When finished, she would look around. "Could some grab me some more bandages or cobwebs?" It wasn't ideal to have him laying in the mud, blood still on his fur due to the beech leaves being unable to soak it up, just move it around. "D' y'all even have a medic here?" This wasn't to sound disrespectful (the pirates only just got their new medic, after all), but simply to find out. If they didn't, she'd need to explain to somebody how to make sure Crow didn't make his wounds worse. "The war against the Pitt has officially begun. We're allies now."

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