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Rains seem to be on their way back. There are short showers, but the sky is mostly gloomy. The turn in temperature can be felt, and it's on the incline again.
CHARACTER OF THE MONTH
Heavy clouds linger over the valley and the tension is as thick as the promise of rain. The rogues have attacked again and this time, they stayed around. RC is now under control of NPC rogues. Check the lands out at your own risk.
set a few hours after her meeting with cassian and lucilla
Furia had slumped against a tree, the aftermath of everything that had transpired hours earlier turning her bones to jelly. All of the healing, the processing, everything she had made progress in the previous months was shattered because of one man. One horrendous, wicked man who would stop at nothing to tear everything from her until she was nothing but a hollow shell of what she had once been. Going home hadn't been an option. Instead, she had collapsed several miles away, her body trembling in fear. There was a dullness to her gaze that showed how resigned she was to her fate as the clouds drew lazily overhead, oblivious to the lioness below. She felt violated -- had been violated, and was discarded like a piece of trash on the highway until such a time as her husband saw fit to use her again. The gashes along her side had been a threat, one she now had to deal with disguising until they healed. Furia could not march home with the telltale signs of assault, could not allow anyone there to suffer because of her. No, her only option was to sit out in the afternoon sun shaking from a terrible cold that would not leave her bones. A single tear slid down her cheek, dropped onto the ground below. Furia should have been accustomed to his abuse by now, but knowing she had endangered the lives of everyone around her was just.. too much.
If Cassian had wanted to break her, he had succeeded with flying colors.
(This post was last modified: 10-09-2020, 02:01 PM by Furia.)
The trees of these woodlands were becoming familiar to the Baroness, who wandered among the boughs often in her search for herbs and plants of medicinal value. The wondrous thing about these woods was that every time she visited, the flora looked just a little different - small patches of plants that cropped up and were eaten or died out in their natural course. One day she might find a whole heap of goldenrod growing in their own patch of sunlight, the next they would be gone and something else in their place. Or she would notice something different about the woodlands altogether. Like today for instance - there was something in the air that made her uneasy, made the forest uneasy and it settled in the pit of her stomach.
Still she wandered, snaking through the trees and trying to get to the bottom of her uneasiness. Was it that the woodlands were too quiet? Just as it occurred to her that it might be a good idea to head home, to shake off this prickly feeling on her skin, moonstone eyes spotted something that made her stop dead. With a clinicians mind, she assessed the scene up ahead of her with a dread replacing her uneasiness. The honey coloured Lioness lay slumped against a tree, unmoving and yet her body almost screamed its story. She looked dishevelled, battered and bruised - the cuts that adorned her sides were telling their own story. The abuse was plainly clear and Indira's heart hurt for the feline.
From her standing point (several tens of metres away) she let out a low chuff. She had no desire to approach the woman without warning - clearly she had been through hell and back. "Miss - can I help you?" She called gently, having no intentions at all of leaving this place without helping the girl. "I'm a Healer, my name is Indira Winter." Perhaps it would help @Furia to know the name of the lady who was trying to help. And Indira intended to help in any way she could. Even so, she moved only a few steps closer, not intending to alarm the woman but stating her intentions clearly enough. ""
It was quite the conundrum to both crave attention and be desperate to be alone. All Furia wanted was to melt into the ground beneath her and plummet into nothingness, but she wouldn't be so fortunate. For all she knew, Cassian would be around soon enough to stake his claim yet again and the fight had left her. He could do what he wanted as long as he stayed away from her family, her friends -- that was the least she could do for them.
Dazed, Furia was oblivious to the approach of the stranger until she spoke and even then, it took a moment before she finally spotted her. There was a glassy glaze over her eyes she had to blink away, but eventually she nodded. "Please." Furia feared no woman (aside from Lucilla) and was grateful for the help of an outsider. Having to look one of her own members in the face without explaining what had happened sounded like a nightmare, so this wandering healer was a godsend. "Can you.. come here, though? I don't want to move." A soft smile that was almost made it seem like a joke, but nope. Her ass wasn't moving an inch.
It wasn't surprising to the Winter feline that the other looked as though she was in a trance. Unfortunately in her time, Indira had seen one or two others who had suffered from the same traumatic event and she recognised the look on this woman's face. It was as though she wished the ground would just open up, or the tree she leaned against would just embrace her and take her from this mortal world. But as Indira would not allow that to happen - she wanted to help this woman in any way she could. The other blinked softly, before a simple word came from her lips. It was followed quickly by a request and Indira's kindly smile was apparent. "You don't have to move anywhere."
Indira promised as she approached. Her nose worked furiously, trying to catalogue the scents that clung to the honey coloured body of the stranger. Moonstone eyes assessed her injuries, knowing that in reality they were the least of her concerns. "What's your name? Where have you come from?" She asked gently, moving carefully to brushed her cheek against @Furia's shoulder. It was a sign of friendship, of care for another that she offered it. "Aside from the scratches to your sides, where else is hurting?" Physically or emotionally, Indira didn't differentiate. ""
The stranger was clearly a kind soul. It hadn't occurred to her that she could have been anything else and quietly, Furia chided herself for being so willing to trust. Trusting too easily was what had gotten her to where she was -- bloody, battered, exhausted. Trusting Cassian to love her, to be her friend, to stay by her side regardless of what came their way -- that trust had been a mistake. They very man who had confessed his love for her moments before she left to find Dero was the same man who had beaten her within an inch of her life, forced himself on her time and time again yet there she was, willingly embracing the company of a stranger like nothing had happened. Like she wasn't hurt. Like she wasn't a ghost.
"Furia. I live in Askath." The scent of Casinira brought a thin smile to her face that she quickly wiped away. The last thing she needed was for Venom to catch wind of Furia's current state and storm the entire valley hunting down the perpetrator. He couldn't, not with Laraila and Myles involved. Furia couldn't risk Cassian staying true to his word and slaughtering her family, she just.. couldn't. "Please don't tell anyone about this. I beg of you." Her eyes were wide, pleading. There was more at stake than just her own well being, but she couldn't explain everything without outing Cassian's return. "It.. it's just my sides." She doubted healers could do anything for her broken heart, as cliche as it sounded.
The feline identified herself and her home and Indira stored away the information for use later. She rarely forgot another once they had given their name and when one had been attacked in such a fashion, it might be useful later on down the line. As though Furia had heard her thoughts, there came an urgent request and Indira flickered her ears gently. If there was a male out here attacking women, then it wasn't necessarily something she felt she could keep to herself. More to the point, it would be a dreadful crime if this continued, if more began to be attacked and hurt. Indira had watched this once before and she'd done something to stop it. There could be little that would stop her from doing it again. Indira did not respond at first, pursing her lips softly as Furia confirmed that it was just her sides.
Do you know the male who attacked you? What did he look like? She asked, gently trying to find out more information about what had happened to the woman. When she had examined the cuts, Indira began to think of any herbs that might help her in the immediate vicinity. In truth, they didn't look too deep and would likely heal on their own. A soft sigh escaped her and she glanced back at Furia with a small frown. You have nothing to be ashamed of and this was not your fault. But you should think about talking to your family, friends even. It might help you.
It seemed almost a futile thing to say, but it was there none the less. Her attacker might very well do it again and she would need the protection of her family. Indira knew that there was every chance he would attack again - she had experienced the cycle in her home pride after all.
Furia's ears flattened against her head as the lioness paused, clearly debating whether or not to comply with her request. The words that came next weren't unexpected and although Furia could have relayed every curve, every scar, the color and texture of his mane -- she hesitated. It could have been over. If Furia had just told the kind stranger, she could have gone back to Casinira and told Venom, told her pride. They could have slaughtered Cassian easily, but what if? What if Cassian was lurking nearby, watching her with the intensity of a predator stalking its prey. He would punish her, kill Laraila, take this lioness hostage and force her to become his wife as well. No. She couldn't do that to anyone.
"He was large. A cream coat with darker undersides, yellow eyes. His mane was red.." And thus she described one of the most ugliest lions she could imagine, slapping together random descriptions in order to appease the good Samaritan. As Indira pressed, Furia snapped: "I know. I know it's not my fault." Anger swelled inside her chest, but she stamped it down in shame. "I'm sorry, I.. yeah, maybe." Yeah, no. She wasn't going to tell anyone about it.
Indira was not here to coddle the feline and she recognised that Furia had her own mind, that she was free to make up as she wished. She also wasn't there to sniff out lies, so when a description came the black hooded woman wasn't necessarily inclined to disbelieve. She dutifully stored the information for later use, in spite of the fact that it was false - Indira had no idea she'd been given a fake description. But her gentle suggestion that Furia talk to her family about what had happened was met with a rough snap, an angry retort and then an evasive non-answer. Indira could clearly see that this suggestion was one that would not be followed through on. In truth, Indira wasn't sure if she would have told her family if it had happened to her. A non-committal grunt was the only response from the Baroness. I'll be back, I saw some goldenrod back there that will help with your sides.
In a way, Indira could understand the angry flash that had come and as she stepped back along the way she'd come, she pushed it aside. Something dreadful had happened to Furia and a stranger kindly suggesting she start sharing about it might not be the best way of dealing with it. She was lost in thought, but the floral scent of the yellow flowers drew her back to the present and she collected a mouthful to take back. With the flowers gathered, Indira made her way back and offered Furia a small smile. I'll chew these into a poultice and smear that on your wounds. It'll aid with healing, make them scab over quicker. She assured, before doing just as she'd said. It wasn't much, but it would definitely help in the short term to accelerate the process.