Kiwi sighed. If he wanted to live, he would have to listen to Leseur and relaxed while he treated his wounds. As muc as he currently loathed the French Lycan, he had a feeling that he knew what he was doing. This was the only thing stopping Kiwi from ripping the man's head off his shoulders.
"Fine, I will remain calm. Just do what you can to save my leg, please."
He really liked his leg. He preffered that it stayed attached to the rest of his aching body. He had no idea what being a lycan was like. Hopefully, if it was a large pack, the would treat him kindly and equally. He thought they might. A large group of anything was always proud of their own kind, and did their best to protect them. Kiwi sighed again as he dreamed of the time he would reunite with the lovely lady at the bar. Would she accept him now that he was not 100% human? He sure hoped so.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 18, 2009 15:43:19 GMT -5
Leseur worked quickly to stop the bleeding. Leseur dragged potion after potion out of his bag. For a second the French man admired his handy work. The muscles torn so precisely.....
This would be no easy task to fix without the use of a magic wand, but it was doable. This was made better by the fact the wound was already starting to heal itself as it had been the focal point of the bite.
"This will sting a little bit, my pup"
He poured a potion on the wound and it quickened the already fast healing ability of the lycans.
"Your leg will be fine, there will be scars.." The thought made him smile his handywork forevermore engrained on his pup. Proof that no matter what happened to Leseur himself he would leave behind someone.
"Now you must rest though. The wound will heal and you will retain full functionality of your leg. You will also be faster, stronger, and have better senses than ever before. You will be able to transform into your natural form, hopefully by tomorrow. Your wound should be almost healed by then as well. At that point walking should be no problem. As you know, our blessing is passed on by bites, but sexual exchanges will also turn people. We can also still make biological children. I'm telling you this as your sire so you know. I am essentially your father."
Leseur smiled at this thought. Maybe he would be able to make his own biological children someday....
Last Edit: Jul 18, 2009 15:44:01 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
Orca wasn't entirely stupid. He saw the looks exchanged between the new lycan and the slinkily-clad lady. He was tired, however, and didn't feel like interfering, so he just cut her a sharp stare and followed the pups outside. Once there, he watched on as Leseur began treating the mauled leg, his head cocked to one side in amusement as the Frenchman began explaining about their kind. He almost outright laughed at the other wolf's comment about 'sexual exchanges'. Ohhh, Orca knew that better than anyone, he was sure.
"The leg will heal itself fine," he finally broke in, lips curled up in a vague smile. "He's not really in any danger... Well..." Ahh. How to explain? He wasn't good at this whole helping-to-sire business. "What we need to do is get this one back to the Forest, so Fenrir can check him out."
He padded closer to the two, eyes fixed on Leseur. "Oh, and one more thing." Faster than the blink of an eye, he had pinned the man down, snarling through the muzzle of his lupine form. White fur bristled along his ruff, making the wolf appear even bigger than he was--which was huge already. The snarls that ripped deep from his chest were fierce enough to frighten a bear. Don't bite anyone, whether it's for revenge or not. The humans in that bar will talk, stupid pup, and the pack doesn't need any more trouble than we've got. Shaking his shaggy head, the wolf moved off, golden eyes fastening onto the other newly-turned.
Kiwi looked at the lycan with interest. Apparently, Leseur had done something wrong. The other lycan Kiwi did not know had disciplined him. This gave Kiwi respect for the lycan. Kiwi hated Leseur. With a passion. Leseur had gone through far too much trouble to make Kiwi miserable. He hadn't quite succeeded. Kiwi was not miserable, just extremely frustrated. He did not know how to be a lycan. Did he just go around acting like a cute little puppy? He was sure he'd find this out from the lycan who's name he did not know. Although Leseur had sired him, Kiwi took the one he didn't know as his true leader.
The lycan asked what his name was. Apparently, since he'd just been bitten, he really was a puppy. Leseur had called himself his father. Hell. No. Totally unacceptable. He was grateful to Follet for taking care of his wounds, but that's as far as it went. He did not consider him a friend, a father, whatever. Kiwi looked up, smiled at the lycan who had pinned his enemy down and condescended him, and said,
"My name is Kiwi. Nice to meet you."
Hopefully, he would get the chance to beat the crap out of Follet. No matter how grateful he was to the Frenchman, he had given him terrible injuries, and quite literally, changed his life. Kiwi had no idea what would happen now that he was a lycan. He did not depend on what Leseur had said. Although most of it was probably true. He would wait to have that information confirmed by someone he didn't hate.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 18, 2009 17:06:36 GMT -5
Once Leseur had finished helping out Kiwi he was on the ground being yelled at by Orca his percieved mentor at the moment. He knew he'd fucked up. So he just laid there and let the other white wolf 'hound' him. "I undearstand" Leseur said as he got up once Orca got off of him. He shot Kiwi a spiteful glare. He could at least thank him for giving him a purpose in life finally.
"We can take him to Fenrir in about an hour, by then the medicine will have set in and we'll be able to move him"
Leseur leaned against a tree, he needed a cigarette.
The white wolf showed fangs in what could have been a smile. I'm Orca. It's a pleasure, I'm sure.
He glanced back at Leseur, golden eyes unreadable. He was sure Fenrir would want to extract some discipline of his own once they were back home, but until then Orca was satisfied. The lycan snorted at Leseur's words. He had already said this 'Kiwi'--an odd name, but then who was he to talk?--didn't need the medicine.
Then again, Leseur was pretty new to lycanthropy, too. He probably didn't know how to trust his new super-healing body, and still looked to his medicines for help when needed. Orca would let this pass, for now.
All right, he finally said, shifting easily back into his human form, the transformation so fluid and quick he was a wolf one moment, and a boy the next. Such a shift had been acquired through practice, dedication, and, mainly, years and years of being a lycan. The pups before him could only dream of such strength.
"Tell me, darlings, why did this whole situation come about? I missed the beginning of the fight, unfortunately, so while we wait you can fill me in on the details." He smiled gently, to show them there would be no more 'disciplining', no matter what they said. Not yet, at least.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 18, 2009 17:50:06 GMT -5
Leseur was at a loss but he figured he would explain it first. "I encounteared keewee ze othear night at zat bar. He was opelessly trying to peek up a woman and I told im what was so clearly evidant, ee ad no ope, ee was patheteek and, she was out of eez league. Not to mention weeth a name like Kiwi who would want eem? Lord Fenrir then turned me and I decided to elp monsieur Keewee turn eez pathetic life around by making eem a Lycan as well. Considear eet an improvement keewee. Like I said, you weel be strongear, fastear, more percepteeve, and you weel get ovear your fear of ze female species" Leseur glanced over at the wound and noticed it was healing faster than he'd expected. "We can move eem after ee tells eez story, although zear won't be much differonce"
Leseur's version of their confrontation was pathetically hilarious. He was 'patheteek'? He was just there to have a drink, and happened to meet a girl there named Morgan. He was certainly not trying to, 'peek her up'. First of all, she was probably underage anyway.
Leseur had a riveting case for beating the shit out of him at the bar. He wanted to give Kiwi a better shot at life. Admittedly, he couldn't argue with the fact that now that he was a lycan, his senses would be heightened. That would be nice. He would be able to see, hear, and smell better. He would also be stronger and faster.
But now, he had to respond to the delightful "Orca's", question.
"Well, Orca. It is true, I was at a bar when I met Leseur. However, I was not trying to pick up a woman. The woman he's talking about it a girl that came into the bar and I started talking to her. I had no interest in her besides a conversation. But apparently, I was living a terrible life, so the next time I went to the bar, my conversation was yet again interrupted by Follet, who decided to "turn my life around", by biting me. That's how it went down, I believe.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 19, 2009 23:02:40 GMT -5
"Whatevear you must say Keewee, I weel not argue about your eententions" Leseur pulled Kiwi to his feet. "Let us go, you must meet Lord Fenrir". Leseur would have felt better amputating the guys leg before the lycanthropy had taken over, but Leseur would not disobey his superior. He would just hope that over time Kiwi would learn to accept what he was and thank Leseur. The Frenchman knew that Kiwi was going to be his responsibility whether the pup liked it or not, if Fenrir let him live. If the pup so decided, and was adamant about it. Leseur would not beat a dead horse. With that, Leseur left his spot against the tree and walked into the forest his, medical pack attached to his body.
Orca listened to the pair's stories, showing nothing but an amused smile. When the had both finished, and Leseur had spoken again, the lycan nodded, stretching.
"Yes, yes, Fenrir will definitely want to talk to both of you. I'm sure he'll be pleased we have a new recruit... maybe." He winced, thinking of what would happen if the Alpha wasn't pleased. "Kiwi? Let's follow Lessy, now. He knows the way by now, I'm sure."
Orca trotted after the Frenchman, humming to himself. Hopefully this would turn out alright.
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