Post by Roan on Mar 27, 2007 22:09:04 GMT -5
{Following the Castille, of course. Dan, thank you so much.
...Hayley, could I beg Carrie off of you? I would owe you a lot...as much as I owe a lot of people.}
Never could Roan truly express how grateful she was to Tiberius. His anger, and even more strange, his fear, was so apparent when he yelled at her. She wanted to tell him that she never promised repayment for those other deeds, that he had done them on his own will, at least a couple of them. But there was no sense in arguing in her state or with someone who was about to help her. She just closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable, waiting for his anger to build. And then, there was calm. Within moments she was no longer on the cold Castille floor but in her own room at the University. It was then that she allowed herself to breathe easier and the tears increased from more relief.
She owed him, and she knew it.
And that was one debt that Roan would repay.
In the meantime, it appeared she had to go and rack up another one though with someone who was more her ally then her enemy. It took all of the bleeding girl’s strength to let out a shrill whistle that was weak, but it did the trick. Aiden and Song had been nearby, having been sent back to the Castille early on in the Hunt, and heard her call and came quickly. They were confused at Roan being back here, in her dorm room, so soon, but they saw what was wrong very quickly. With the help of her dragons the Hufflepuff was able to shakily get to her feet and pull on her bathrobe, the only form of clothing she could manage, to cover her bare form. The blood from her bite wound began to seep through the cloth very quickly and the girl thought she was going to pass out then and there, but no, she would be strong and get to her destination first. She had made it that far.
It took every ounce of her strength, and the aid of her very worried dragons for her to exit the Hufflepuff Common Room and head towards the Hospital Wing. The sounds of the battle outside could reach her ears, and she was sure that a lot of people inside the school were in panic. But she had to pray that one of the nurses had remained in the Wing just in case something happened and someone needed to be healed of a battle injury. Roan hadn't been outside with the defenders, but she had been fighting another who could be more of a problem then their dear Fenrir. So much did the brunette pray that Carrie was in the Wing, not Ashelle. That was one of the main thoughts in her head as she braved the stairs that were the most painful, practically having to crawl up them with her larger dragon, Aiden, supporting her as much as he could.
One hand clutched the robe shut, as she didn’t have the mentality to tie it shut, as another held onto a wall to guide herself. Tears fell freely down her face and Roan couldn’t remember the last time she wasn’t shaking so badly. The blood had ran down her chest and through the robe, and some had trickled onto the ground as she had walked, making her look even more of a mess. One part of Roan swore that she would never be in such a mess again, and maybe now that she had been bitten by a lycan that would be so. It was mostly blood loss that was making her dizzy and ill, as the wound was slowly starting to heal itself, very little by very very little, but it was.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Roan reached the doors to the Hospital Wing. Her eyes were blurred and Song had to push the door open for her to stumble inside, but she was there. The brunette walked to the nearest bed and didn’t lay down on it so much as she collapsed onto it as she was breathing shallowly. Her legs had buckled out on her and she fell onto the soft mattress as Aiden began to shriek. Thankfully no patients were in the room at the time, so he didn’t need to worry about waking them up. And the coppery dragon shrieked his head off so loud that those outside could probably hear his cries. He wanted a nurse, and he wanted her quick. It didn’t take a genius to sense death was close.
“Come on Carrie…” Roan murmured almost inaudibly under her breath as Song nuzzled her uninjured shoulder in comfort. She was tired of racing against the clock, but here she was again.
Another debt she would gain.
...Hayley, could I beg Carrie off of you? I would owe you a lot...as much as I owe a lot of people.}
Never could Roan truly express how grateful she was to Tiberius. His anger, and even more strange, his fear, was so apparent when he yelled at her. She wanted to tell him that she never promised repayment for those other deeds, that he had done them on his own will, at least a couple of them. But there was no sense in arguing in her state or with someone who was about to help her. She just closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable, waiting for his anger to build. And then, there was calm. Within moments she was no longer on the cold Castille floor but in her own room at the University. It was then that she allowed herself to breathe easier and the tears increased from more relief.
She owed him, and she knew it.
And that was one debt that Roan would repay.
In the meantime, it appeared she had to go and rack up another one though with someone who was more her ally then her enemy. It took all of the bleeding girl’s strength to let out a shrill whistle that was weak, but it did the trick. Aiden and Song had been nearby, having been sent back to the Castille early on in the Hunt, and heard her call and came quickly. They were confused at Roan being back here, in her dorm room, so soon, but they saw what was wrong very quickly. With the help of her dragons the Hufflepuff was able to shakily get to her feet and pull on her bathrobe, the only form of clothing she could manage, to cover her bare form. The blood from her bite wound began to seep through the cloth very quickly and the girl thought she was going to pass out then and there, but no, she would be strong and get to her destination first. She had made it that far.
It took every ounce of her strength, and the aid of her very worried dragons for her to exit the Hufflepuff Common Room and head towards the Hospital Wing. The sounds of the battle outside could reach her ears, and she was sure that a lot of people inside the school were in panic. But she had to pray that one of the nurses had remained in the Wing just in case something happened and someone needed to be healed of a battle injury. Roan hadn't been outside with the defenders, but she had been fighting another who could be more of a problem then their dear Fenrir. So much did the brunette pray that Carrie was in the Wing, not Ashelle. That was one of the main thoughts in her head as she braved the stairs that were the most painful, practically having to crawl up them with her larger dragon, Aiden, supporting her as much as he could.
One hand clutched the robe shut, as she didn’t have the mentality to tie it shut, as another held onto a wall to guide herself. Tears fell freely down her face and Roan couldn’t remember the last time she wasn’t shaking so badly. The blood had ran down her chest and through the robe, and some had trickled onto the ground as she had walked, making her look even more of a mess. One part of Roan swore that she would never be in such a mess again, and maybe now that she had been bitten by a lycan that would be so. It was mostly blood loss that was making her dizzy and ill, as the wound was slowly starting to heal itself, very little by very very little, but it was.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Roan reached the doors to the Hospital Wing. Her eyes were blurred and Song had to push the door open for her to stumble inside, but she was there. The brunette walked to the nearest bed and didn’t lay down on it so much as she collapsed onto it as she was breathing shallowly. Her legs had buckled out on her and she fell onto the soft mattress as Aiden began to shriek. Thankfully no patients were in the room at the time, so he didn’t need to worry about waking them up. And the coppery dragon shrieked his head off so loud that those outside could probably hear his cries. He wanted a nurse, and he wanted her quick. It didn’t take a genius to sense death was close.
“Come on Carrie…” Roan murmured almost inaudibly under her breath as Song nuzzled her uninjured shoulder in comfort. She was tired of racing against the clock, but here she was again.
Another debt she would gain.