Phury Recovers 4.5.12

Phearsom
*Peeks into the hallway, scampers quietly from room to room, checking for raisin scouts. Comes to the last bedroom, squeezes through the partially open door...stops at sight of a new giant sitting on a pallet across the room. Shivers at the cold in the room. Stands still. Slowly backs up, lays down in the darkness by the door. Intently watches Zsadist. . Drops my carrot, nudges it forward a few feet. Ears twitch...still watching the new giant wondering if he will eat the carrot. Rests head on floor...Scoots up... nudges the carrot a bit further...scoots back. Rests head on feet, watching the new giant. Sneezes*


Zsadist
-Eyelids fly open to reveal a void of pitch, sunken sockets shadowed with lack of food and sleep. The scent that causes my nostrils to flare is one I recall from my days spent tending the animals outside before I'd transitioned. A low growl escapes as the shroud of near unconsciousness draws back.

Without the slightest movement, I shift my eyes to the sliver of light that shines in from the partially opened door. The room that Darius had assigned me held the same lavish furnishings the rest of the mansion sported, although someone had seen fit to outfit it with the only concession to comfort I'd ever accept. A pallet, a pair of thin blankets, and a spartan bath. Phury must have seen to the arrangements. I'd caught a nose full of residual red smoke that told me his room was the suite next door. Suits me fine.

Assuming the bastard's mind is still intact given what he's been through, my own thoughts threaten to take me back to my own hell. The blended shadows reveal a few patches of white as I remain motionless. A snuffling sneeze has an eyebrow raising curiously, my upper lip twisting at the scar as I bare lethal fangs at the intruder. An animal? What the fuck?

Snarling beneath my breath, I direct gravel filled words in the direction of the doorway.- If you know what's good for you, you'll get the fuck out of here. Right. Now. -My hands gripping tightly to my shins, I pull my knees up to my chest.. my spine straightening against the wall behind me.-


Phearsom
*Shakes head after sneeze, looks up to see the giant watching.... hears growling words. Twitches ears, stays put*


Vishous
[Removing the bandages covering the slowly healing wounds that are still plentiful over seventy percent of Phury's body, the most grievous being internal close as I'm able to tell. Palpating his abdomen, the swollen organs make themselves known. Infection…maybe. My opinion? Had to do with the quarts of lesser blood they'd said he'd been forced to ingest.

Dark brows crash low over troubled clear irises. No way for me to clean that shit out of the Brother. Best bet would be to call upon a Chosen. The pure, healing blood would definitely give a hell of a boost to his healing curve.

Replacing the soiled bandage with a freshie, I seal it with tape and adjust the IV drip rate. Stepping out into the tunnel, I lean against the wall and reach into my pocket for my pouch. Quickly rolling the Turkish, I plug the smoke between my lips and bend my knees…sliding down until the floor meets my ass. Resting my forearms on my knees, my head hanging low as my eyes close with exhaustion, I exhale slowly and go over the protocol for calling upon a Chosen to give his recovery a a kick in the ass.

Drawing deeply on my smoke, I focus on the wall opposite me, the black nothing of the vision still has me puzzled. Usually, the when was the only missing factor. fuck. Now I'm dealing with the who and how. Stubbing out the butt, I fold my legs before me. Placing my palms together, I interlace my fingers and close my eyes. Clearing my mind of random, scattered thought. Sending the summons for the assistance of one of the Scribe's sacred vessels, I lose track of the time.. of myself.. as I await the arrival.]


Pandora ‏
*As I step from the clear, ambient pools to step into the pristine robes mine sisters present, I find my limbs a quiver with a flurry of anticipation. Lo, it seems to have been ages since the warriors of the Brotherhood have set forth a request for service. I rest demurely against a marble bench as mine sisters tend to my preparations. Their voices muted, their eyes full of concern.

Gathering from the hushed conversation as my hair is braided and arranged atop my head, my body anointed with pleasantly scented oils, I learn only that a warrior of the Brotherhood has been wounded in some egregious manner that will require mine own blood to repair. Verily, to say I am pleased to be called into such service would be a vanity not permitted. I keep my eyes lowered to the damp marble at my feet, desperate to shield mine eyes... and excitements.. from the gathering that surrounds me.*

*Thanking mine sisters for their attentions in preparing me for my departure to serve the Brotherhood, I move to the softly burbling fountains, the colorful birds of the Scribe Virgin rustling their feathers and chirping as I approach. Closing mine eyes, I draw a cleansing breath and shift my form to what seems to be a grand entryway.

The colors that surround me rob me of my very breath. The vast expanse of pure white that I'm accustomed to has been replaced with sights that I find to be pleasing to mine eyes. Slender fingers tug nervously at the edges of my robes, full lips parting to address the tremendous blonde warrior before me.* Sire?

*Bowing deeply, I sweep the floor with my gaze.* I am the chosen, Pandora. I've been summoned to serve the needs of one of your Brothers.


Rhage
*giving her fangy grin,I bow to the chosen and take her hand in my own and tugging gently* So, come around here often? *walking alongside the great beauty* You're like pocket size, ya know that. *shortening my strides to match her own. caressing her hand with my thumb as I lead her to Phury's room* You smell nice too. *raising her hand to my lips, I lick the pad between her fingers* What's your name?


Pandora
*Staring wide eyed as the warrior brings my hand to his lips, his warm tongue electric against my palm. I blush profusely, taken aback as I swallow past a dry throat.* I... I am the Chosen Pandora, sire. I've been summoned to be of service to one of your injured? *The lilt in my voice evidence of the quaking of my insides. Trained, as we've all been, to serve the blood needs of the Brotherhood, I have been schooled in providing sensual pleasures as well. The broad shoulders and easy smile of the male leading me through the interior sends a flutter of warmth and anxiety throughout me.* Surely I am not here to serve such as yourself, warrior. Pardon me, but you look to be strong and in good health, yes?


Rhage
*Laughing as the Chosen's eyes dilate, all too knowing what the cause is.* I am in perfect health beauty. *twining her fingers in mine, I lead her to the secret door under the grand staircase.* The Brother Phury needs you today.

*Escorting the Chosen down the long hallway to where Vishous is sitting against the wall passed out from exhaustion, kicking V's boot to rouse him* Showtime Brother, wake your ass up. *Placing a kiss on the Chosen's knuckles, I wink* My name's Rhage, Pandora, and it has been a pleasure. *I bow low again as I kick V's foot again.*


Vishous
[Coming awake with a start, I scramble to my feet and find myself under the scrutiny of my Brother Rhage and an ethereal beauty of unsurpassed grace. Inclining my head as the Chosen bows low, I yawn and knock my knuckles against Rhage's shoulder before gesturing to the doors separating us from the clinic's only occupant.] Thanks Brother.

[Leaving unsaid the obvious, that Phury's recovery is not going as well, or as fast, as we'd hoped. Placing my gloved palm against the door, I push it wide to allow the robed Chosen to enter.] He's been in and out of it, Chosen. I don't care what you have to do to get him to drink... just do it, feel me?


Pandora
*Again I am dumbfounded at the actual size of the male as he draws himself up and utters his statements. Seen through the bowls, I'd known that these males were the largest… the strongest of our race. Weapons by their very definition. Verily, I still find myself enthralled, momentarily rendered speechless as I step away from the one who'd escorted me here, and slip past the hulking dark one who now held the doorway open for me.* I assure you, sire. I shall care for your Brother with great gratitude. I am honored to be called upon to serve.

*Moving silently past the foot of the bed, the lights catch the wide swaths of bandages that crisscross the warrior’s torso.
My eyes brush over the strange cording and illuminated screens that surround him as my brow furrows with concern. Intent on fulfilling my purpose, I pull back the sleeve of my robe, my own fangs scoring into my flesh before I bring my wrist to the lips of the one who lies prone.

Bending to whisper words of encouragement into his ear, my nose brushes against great waves of undeniably beautiful multi-colored hair.* Sire, please. Drink of me. Allow me to strengthen and heal you. Verily, I wish only to help.


Vishous
[Sharp diamonds narrow in on the pale, thin wrist of the Chosen as she presses the freely flowing fount to Phury's lips. I notice a flicker of movement beneath the eggplant hues of his eyelids, his throat working to swallow what she's feeding him. Nodding once to the female, I move to plant my ass on the wheeled stool that's at his bedside. Murmuring quietly... ] Good. He's taking it. [Glancing to meet the concentrated emerald eyes of the Scribe's own Chosen one, her scent fills the small space with the flavors of the tropics. Warm, sweet and luscious. Swallowing compulsively, I cram all the instincts of a warrior who's not fed properly in ...too long, much too long, and focus on the faint color that's already touching my Brother's cheeks.]


Phury
{I was lost... wandering in the grey nothing. My entire world empty...surrounded by sightless, soundless, mindless, numbness. When I was able to briefly register acknowledgment of an actual directed thought, it was always gone before I could follow it with a second.

But this time the thought began as a scent. An intoxicating scent that seemed to fill the grey void, a scent with the promise of light behind it.... odd combination even in my confusion. Suddenly it was more than scent. It was taste. A richer taste than I'd been privileged to in...

Not able to continue, my mind now solely focused on the feel of my throat trying to swallow. On an almost frantic need to keep this mirage from fading. My lips slipping, searching, trying to find purchase on the soft flesh, more instinct than conscious thought.}


Pandora
*Tenderly sliding my free arm beneath the warrior's head, my fingers slipping through the silken locks of hair to cradle the nape of his neck, I support his head as he strains to meet the vital source of healing blood that flows from my vein. Noting that the scoring I'd done has begun to close over, I rapidly remove my wrist and sink small fangs in with a swift, sure strike. Widening the wounds, increasing the flow before I replace the source to the warrior's swollen lips.] Be of ease, warrior. Take all that you require.


Phury
{I could feel each swallow as it entered my system. My long starved body feeling nauseous at the onslaught of pure blood. A small measure of clarity returning. But still the numbness, drugs then... I was being drugged. Just as this thought found a home the source of my mental salvation was withdrawn. Jolted with panic, certain this was another of the @ForeLesser's efforts to break me. Grabbing blindly for whoever was near. Feeling a slight restraint against my arms but able to pull free with only a small effort. Finding the wrist before me, the feel and smell of blood running on my fingers, I held tightly and continued to drink}


Vishous
God damn it, Phury! fuck! [Jumping up from the stool, sending it spinning across the clinic's tiled floor, leather clad fingers snatch the hypodermic from the counter, stepping aside the now dangling IV lines and fully aware of the blood trickling from the crease of my Brother's arm. Barking out loudly..] Phury! Slow it down! [Getting between him and his current source of live giving blood wasn't going to be a picnic. The rigid grip he held onto the Chosen's arm was tight enough to bruise and hell, props to the female for holding her own against the rabid animal clinging to her flesh, it was time to intervene before the poor bastard drained her. Lunging forward, I wrap bare fingers around Phury's forearm, wrenching his grip from the Chosen.] Let go, fucker.. save some for later, true?


Pandora
*Blinking in surprise as the wounded warrior's hands come up to lock around my arm, his long pulls growing stronger by the second against my pulse. Unable to form words, I squeak as the dark haired warrior pulls one of the hands from my limb. Blinking in surprise at the pattern of inked warnings come into view, I look away quickly as a deep growl is sounded.* Please, forgive me.. ah.. I .. I meant no offense. *A slight wave of dizziness washes over me as I turn my face back to the wounded one. My breath rushing in and out of my lungs with each swallow he draws from me.*


Vishous
[Cursing loudly before cramming the barrel of the hypodermic between my teeth, I attempt to maneuver my body between Phury's and the female's. My growl growing dangerous.] Let GO, fucker! Enough!



Zsadist
-A boiling sensation in my gut has me clawing at the pallet, scrambling to gain my footing.- What... who? fuck! -Hauling ass past the tiny figure that's curled near the bedroom door, I register a glimpse of something orange before I tear down the staircase and run headlong through the doors, pounding down the steps and burst into the tunnel.


Phearsom
*Watches as the giant thunders past. Peeks out into hall, scampers to Darius' room and under the bed...leaves carrot behind*


Zsadist
My head pivots left, then right. Echoing from the direction of the clinic is the angered voice of Vishous. Pistoning my arms and legs, I crash through the doors in time to see the goateed deviant attempting to shove his body between that of my twin and what looks to be a terrified female. Scrubbing my hand over my skull trim, I stalk to the opposite side of the bed, leaning down to shove my face into Phury's, the heel of my hand catching his forehead to throw off his angle, giving V enough time to pull the female from the room.-


Phury
{Just as I once again secured the source of the ambrosia feast to my mouth, chaos erupted around me. I felt hands against my arms and could hear my name being shouted in anger. Keeping my eyes closed, I tried to block out all distractions, hanging onto this moment was my goal. This was mine. MINE. Just as my over stressed mind shouted that word, everything changed.

The tender flesh was no longer within my grasp. I felt another's hand on my head and this time my eyes flew open of their own will. Finally finding focus on the scared, angry face of the last person I would have expected to see. Grabbing onto my twins arm, afraid the ForeLesser would return at any moment. Trying to give voice to my fear and warning I could only manage one word.} Leave!


Zsadist
-Catching Phury's flailing arms with my own hands, I squeeze tightly and hold them to his chest, my face hovering a few inches away.- Jesus. fucking. Christ. Your eyes... your ...eyes. -Staring into the twin voids that match my own, I swallow hard against a throat gone dry and narrowed to a pinhole. Of all the times I'd thrashed out of nightmares of the past, all the moments I'd lashed out in anger and hate, directing it to myself and not giving a shit who it spilled over onto. I never wanted this. Would have given my own fucking life to prevent it… worthless as that would be as a price paid.

Squeezing my fingers around your fists, I nearly lay my chest across yours as I utter the only words I can find.- You're okay, Phury. You're back… you're here. At the mansion. You're... back. You're safe.


Phury
{Zsadist"s words cutting through the fog, cutting through my soul. The brotherhood had come to find me. My attempts to protect all of them from the horrors of that place had failed. Like everything else I've ever done. But what was the cost? Did they suffer losses in my name? Catching Zsadist's eyes all I can see is anger.} Anyone hurt? {Struggling harder to get free, to make him listen.} Z is everyone safe?


Vishous
[As I'd handed Pandora off to Tohrment, passing on the imperative that she needs to rest… NOW, I shoulder my way through the door, plucking the hypodermic from my mouth and taking advantage of the distraction Zsadist created. Good move, holding him down… looks like the nasty fuck still has enough wits to know when his brother needs calming.

Aiming for a bare patch of skin on the side of Phury's hip, I slip the needle in...depressing the plunger with my thumb to deliver the double of morphine.] Night, Brother.


Zsadist
-Becoming panicked as my twin slumps beneath me, I turn frantic eyes to Vishous.- What's wrong.. what happened to h... -Spotting the empty syringe in V's hand, I peel my lips from my fangs with an anguished roar.- WHAT THE fuck? –

Moving from my twin's chest to tackle the goateed nightmare, my jaw clamps shut as we both hit the floor. Gripping the collar of his scrubs with my left hand, my right swings in to collide with his cheek, knuckles splitting open skin even as I'm thrown against the wall... my thoughts a frapped blend of past and present. Spitting out against V's fists as he latches on and pulls me up the wall.- How the fuck could you do that?!?! He doesn't NEED to be fucking OUT. shit. Can't you see that? Phury needs to KNOW WHERE HE IS. He HAS to KNOW he's SAFE, for fuck's sake!


VIshous
[Shaking my head against the case of the spins that comes with my head playing basketball against the floor, I curse loudly as Z's punch lands square against my cheek. With a violent shove, I wrestle the wraith of a Brother off me and jump to my feet. Grabbing fistfuls of his filthy shirt, I bring him up to my own eye level, the vicious growl ripping from my throat a fraction of where I'll be going if this crazy fucker doesn't get his damage out of my face.] SHUT. THE. fuck. UP! [Shaking him roughly, a sickening hairline crack appears in the plaster behind his shaved head, I release my fists and step back...my entire body tensed to take action if he breathes wrong.]


Zsadist
-Nothing but a coiled ball of fury, my eyes flash between the unconscious form of my twin and the wall of self-righteous Brother blocking the exit. Narrowing my eyes to slits, an arctic chill dropping the temperature, I give my head a shake and meet the eyes of a traitor.- You know damn well what you've done. It wasn't for his "own good"... Y'know.. for all the brains you're supposed to have, you're one hell of a stupid motherfucker, y'know that Vishous? -Side stepping to avoid as much contact as possible, I hit the doorframe and plant my hand against the jamb. Inhaling deeply of the antiseptic stink of the clinic, catching one more teasing whiff of the blood of the Chosen who'd been here, I peg him with a dark glare.- DON'T do it again. -Pointing a finger at V's face- You fucking hear me? Don't. Just fucking don't. -Turning on my heel, I walk slowly to the stairs leading up to the main floor. My jaw aching from hunger.. anger.. tension. Playing mental fucking hopscotch with how I'll get my twin out of this shit. The Brothers and his own head. The latter being his own worst enemy now. Coming from the horse's fucking mouth.-


Vishous
[Expelling a harsh breath, I rest my hands against the low slung waist of my leathers and watch Phury's twin retreat. fuck, wasn't this just perfect. Stepping over the ruined tubing, I unpack a new IV setup and strip the IV pole of it's depleted bag. With steady hands, I reinsert a feed into a vein on the back of Phury's hand, adjusting the drip to keep the hydration coming.

Cleaning up the mess left behind was a means to zen myself the fuck out. The glow that shines beneath the edge of my glove is all the indication I need that things aren't going to get any better until Phury can walk out of here and do what he does so well. Get a goddamned grip on his maniac half. Until then, I make a mental list of who gets to deal with the live grenade next.]

Phearsom
*gathers up Elliot and my boot sole, hops downstairs and out the goattie door. Squeezes under the massive gates, scampers into the woods*#BBDB