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13.May.13, 05:58 PM
Ravana arrived in Crafter Hall after all the commotion had settled, minutes too late to have been of help defusing the situation. She knew something was wrong when she smelled blood, and as Shanith landed on the roof she hissed, seeing Tyrrisath flying away and for an instant picking up on his feelings and S'kef following his dragon.
Steeling herself, Ravana followed her nose, all thoughts of a name tag for Stubborn's collar dropped. She saw the blood on the walls first, and the color drained from her face.
Shanith put it together first, and as her rider was hurrying to the injured man's side she reached for Rilaleeyth. There was only one thing that could case wounds that grievous. A dragon...Tyrrisath. The dragon let Ravana's compassion guide her. If it was Olemuth in this situation, she would want to be at his side.Rilaleeyth? Ravana found a man in the crafter hall. I think he pushed Tyrrisath into hurting him. I think he needs you. You should find your mate. Shanith waited then, waited for Ravana to see if Oahvakeen was still alive, waited for her to decide what to do, waited for the chaos swirling in her rider's mind to resolve itself.
Fury. Someone had harmed a member of her family. Someone had made him bleed. When she found out who, she would destroy them. Ravana stormed over to Oahvakeen's side, fury crystallizing everything else into frozen ice. Later, the panic would come and the uncertainty and doubt. For now all she felt was anger as cold and clear as the glaciers in the far north.
She knew when she saw the injuries that Oahvakeen wasn't going anywhere like this and spoke to Shanith. Find Talian now. Speak to Khaduceth if you must but I need him here five minutes ago. "Hold still, Oahvakeen. Help's coming." She touched his cheek tenderly and set about doing what she could to help him until Talian got his ass over there.
A tourniquet, a tourniquet...Stubborn launched herself between and came back with a belt. Not caring where she got it, Ravana used it to tie a tourniquet around Oahvakeen's lower leg and above the cuts, Ravana's first thought to slow the bleeding. There was an alarming amount of blood on the floor and the walls and everywhere. That would kill him first...the bleeding. She was fairly sure that it was spurting, and that was a sign that it might have hit an artery.
Shanith let her rider's ice touch her own thoughts and bespoke Khaduceth.Talian is needed at the Craft Hall. He should bring supplies to treat a dragon's bite and broken bones. Ravana's using a tourniquet to slow the bleeding, says he seems to be breathing fine and what else should she look for as far as damage goes? How does she keep him alive until Talian comes? To her words she added an image of Oahvakeen as he was now, with Ravana talking to him,trying to make sure he didn't pass out.
Steeling herself, Ravana followed her nose, all thoughts of a name tag for Stubborn's collar dropped. She saw the blood on the walls first, and the color drained from her face.
Shanith put it together first, and as her rider was hurrying to the injured man's side she reached for Rilaleeyth. There was only one thing that could case wounds that grievous. A dragon...Tyrrisath. The dragon let Ravana's compassion guide her. If it was Olemuth in this situation, she would want to be at his side.
Fury. Someone had harmed a member of her family. Someone had made him bleed. When she found out who, she would destroy them. Ravana stormed over to Oahvakeen's side, fury crystallizing everything else into frozen ice. Later, the panic would come and the uncertainty and doubt. For now all she felt was anger as cold and clear as the glaciers in the far north.
She knew when she saw the injuries that Oahvakeen wasn't going anywhere like this and spoke to Shanith. Find Talian now. Speak to Khaduceth if you must but I need him here five minutes ago. "Hold still, Oahvakeen. Help's coming." She touched his cheek tenderly and set about doing what she could to help him until Talian got his ass over there.
A tourniquet, a tourniquet...Stubborn launched herself between and came back with a belt. Not caring where she got it, Ravana used it to tie a tourniquet around Oahvakeen's lower leg and above the cuts, Ravana's first thought to slow the bleeding. There was an alarming amount of blood on the floor and the walls and everywhere. That would kill him first...the bleeding. She was fairly sure that it was spurting, and that was a sign that it might have hit an artery.
Shanith let her rider's ice touch her own thoughts and bespoke Khaduceth.
