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 Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:26 pm
 ~Wyatt
If he had just a bit more control over his body, the large feline would gladly take any attempt of suicide as a way out of this predicament so not to trouble his master further. However, the case remained that the best he was able to accomplish was to roll about ever so slightly after he was placed on the cave floor so that he was sprawled out on his sides in a position that was placing the least amount of pressure on his woulds while revealing others to the open air for proper dressing.
"Don't waste your supplies on me."
If he was unable to argue the value of his own life he was at least going to do what he could to not be a burden. In his condition he was unable to fight back if Ebony were to come at him with bandages, but at the very least he could refuse to eat or drink while under her care. It would be a few days anyway for someone of his stature to deteriorate anyway from lack of nourishment.
"Why won't you punish me? I failed you? I took it upon myself to handle a job I obviously was not ready for and now I'm here, wasting your precious time."
It was as if he was purposely ignoring all that she asked of him in this moment. Little less care could be given to if his wounds were attended to or not; he already voiced his opinion that he preferred death anyway.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:24 pm
 EbonyThe expression on the Lopunny's face was indescribable, for a moment, continuing to tend her servant's wounds in silence. She could not help but feel anger bursting inside of her, for the wounds that Wyatt had sustained, following the command of orders which were not hers. She was not above jealousy, when things went amiss.
"No. You failed in following the desires of my father. If you are to die because of that, then I am also deserving of the same fate." She replied sharply, an edge to her words. "At least have the bloody patience to wait for me." Her ears twitched angrily, carefully rinsing out one of the smaller wounds.
"I'm sick of this! I want to rule at my father's side, not work as his... underling!" Her eyes darkened with anger as she spoke, her breathing a low hiss of fury. "When the opportunity arises, I will prove it to him, once and for all; I am not a pawn in his plan. I will be queen."
She slammed her fist against the rock wall, not even flinching as a sickening crack sounded from within her hand. She let it fall to her side, ignoring the pain that throbbed up her arm. She was angry enough, at the moment, that she barely noticed the broken hand, anyway.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:36 pm
~Wyatt
Wyatt winced under the on and off amounts of pressure applied to his wounds that in and of themselves varied in severity. Claw strikes, puncture wounds from projectiles, bruises from being beaten with blunt objects, the list was a rather impressive one. Just by the lack of a gentle touch which only progressively became more fierce over time, the Luxray could tell that his companion wasn't in the best of moods and his words were only making things worse. The emotion filled atmosphere reaching a fever pitch as she retreated from his side and began talking out her troubles aloud. He could do nothing but sit idly by and listen, hoping that perhaps he could be of use by throwing himself under the metaphorical bus as an outlet to her anger. Before he could request to be beaten though, it seemed a nearby wall took the bulk of what he wished to be on the receiving end of. The contact between Ebony's hand and the hard stone making a sickening crack, but that was most likely buckling on the wall's part considering the two forces pitted against each other.
"If it's any consolation...I only act under your orders. I only do what is best for you. Your father is meaningless to me; I know well enough that his "plans" mean nothing and you are truly the one with the creation of an ideal world in mind. My existence is merely to help you progress towards that goal in any way I could...In the end it doesn't matter if I get to experience utopia or not, but...I guess it would be nice."
His words came out eerily less self loathing than expected.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:55 pm
EbonyEbony turned and glanced at Wyatt, once more, her expression unreadable. She listened in silence, her ears twitching at the sound of her voice. At first, she wasn't sure if he spoke the truth, or merely what he believed she wanted to hear. As he continued on, however, his emotions and meaning became quite clear, in her mind.
She dropped back down into a crouch beside his head, pressing her good paw to the side of his face. Her expression was thoughtful as she gazed into his eyes. She flat out refused to thank him, but she was entirely aware that he would recognize the gesture as her equivalent of gratitude, however bizarre and impolite it seemed.
"You really are... that loyal to my desires, aren't you...?" She murmured, not expecting an answer as her paw cradled his weary head. She allowed it to rest gently on the cool, sandy floor.
Once again lost in thought, she lifted her chin somewhat proudly. She hadn't lost Wyatt, yet; that was something to be proud of. Her determination renewed, she ran her fingers through a small patch of clean fur on Wyatt's shoulder.
"When you recover, I would like to continue your training. Until then, you won't cause me trouble. That's an order." To have a troublesome, self-destructive patient was by far not on her list of things to do. "You might live to see our goal achieved, yet."
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 2:01 pm
~Wyatt
Despite his present condition, the Luxray, for once, felt a wave of usefulness wash over him. An order was an order, and to please it he had to live, and for that to happen he had to actually value his own life. This string of logic making enough sense in his mind to hold true and practicable.
"I'll try not to fail you again..."
The large feline's voice trailed off as his fur was stroked. A never before felt sense of bliss outranking all of his pains taking hold and dragging him into a deep, well needed sleep. The slightest smile apparent on his maw as he drifted off. Perhaps this feeling of acceptance was all that he needed in his life. Perhaps the first person to give him that much simply ended up as that which he worshiped to no end. Whatever happened to be the case he was at her disposal, and that much was absolute until the end.
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