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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 17, 2012 1:39:48 GMT -5
Rigoletto helped Cally get to Deran home, he held onto Cally to keep her form passing out or falling, with a free hand he had pounded on the door to see if Deran was home, if he was not then he might just break down the door & deal with it later for they need all the time they could get, of course his clothing now held some of her blood & other wise, though it was not effecting him, at least not enough that he was losing control of the beast fully, though blood in the air did not help matters, but he was sure she need blood more then him, yet he could not offer it, since it would mean he could end up going threw what she was right now & ether be as lucky or not.
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Post by Caleigh Fraser on Nov 17, 2012 8:27:18 GMT -5
Cally swayed a bit as she stood infront of Deran's Manor. Why wasn't he answering? Couldn't they just walk in? She was still dressed the same way Rigoletto had found her- no, she'd found Rigoletto. Cally shook her head trying to clear the buzzing and mist. She'd never felt like this before, thirsty irritable, and if Carillon- Dra would just let her go, she could make a run for it and go kill Oliver. That's what she really wanted.
Her jeans were now even messier than before with her blood now joining the rips, and mud. Her shirt still clearly showed where Oliver had tried cut her in half, his claw marks deep in her skin. And her hair, Cally closed her eyes, she could only imagine how her hair looked, probably like she stuck her finger in an electrical socket.
Having re-bandaged her arms when they left Hogsmeade, Cally couldn't get at the bite to itch it now, and it was driving her insane. "It really hurts," she mumbled trying to itch at the bandage.
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Post by Deran L Kieler on Nov 17, 2012 8:49:34 GMT -5
Deran had been visitng his old friend, restocking on his animal blood supply. On his way back to the Manor through a series of a labyrnith of passageways that not even Cally knew about he brought back the new blood. He decided that it would be best to go out hunting for himself, seeing how with Cally back it would mean less time to do so alone. He had traveled far, around 20 miles away from the manor and had caught a large stag. Not the best blood, but it was fun to chase the stag, the hunt in part was why he went, seeing how he had a blood supply back home.
As he broke the stag's neck, alram coursed through his body. Something was terribly wrong, and someone was on his property. He lifted the stag on his shoulders, not wanting to waste his kill, and ran swiftly back home, being careful to calculate if there was any threat. He could smell dog...no remenants of a dog...and blood...Cally's blood. Another smell rose out to greet him and he recognized it as Carillon-Dra's.
After having just been on a hunt his anger rose in him. He wasn't going to like what he saw, he could already tell. He stormed through the kitchen, laying the stag on the table, and made his way to the front door. He wore lose fitting clothes, and there was no sign that he had exhausted himself in any way. No, he was coursing with energy.
Deran opened the door, an unreadable expression of worry, rage, and disappointment on his face. He growled, "what have you done now?" Deran stared at Cally, not having the time to recognize Rigoletto's presence properly.
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Post by Caleigh Fraser on Nov 17, 2012 8:58:35 GMT -5
Cally waited each moment ticking by slowly, the burning in her arm was getting worse, and she was debating just cutting the limb off. Using her good arm, Cally tried to run her fingers through her wild locks to tame them, but she wasn't successful with the amount of dirt and blood she had mixed together.
When Deran opened the door, Cally could feel his anger. It hit her like a train, the disappointment she could see so clearly etched into his features, and at his words, should could help her heart feeling like it was shattering. "Me?" she said blinking up at him. "What have I done?" Cally took a step toward Deran out of Rigoleto's grip, but she staggered and had to catch herself on the door frame, but she caught herself with her bad arm and wimpered in pain as it felt like she was being stabbed thousands of times all the way up her arm.
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Post by Deran L Kieler on Nov 17, 2012 9:19:37 GMT -5
At the sight of her being in pain, Deran began to slide out of his pure rage. He was still upset, that was for certain, but he also knew that they would have to act quickly. He stepped aside and nodded to Carillon-Dra, motioning that they could come inside.
He looked at Cally before turning to speak to Carillon-Dra. "What would you like me to do?" He felt rather useless in the situation, knowing that Carillon-Dra was older and most likely more knowledgable in the area. However, he didn't really feel it was necessary to send Rigoletto searching for supplies in the Manor.
He made sure his emotions were still running high, hoping that it would cause a diversion from the fresh kill in the kitchen. He didn't think giving Cally free reign on blood would be wise, seeing how it still appeared that she wanted to get revenge. He watched her carefuly with his senses so that he could quickly reach out and grab her if she tried to run away.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 17, 2012 11:11:44 GMT -5
Rig was surprised at Deran words, not what he though would of came out of it, but shortly after they found some common ground between Cally & Deran. As Cally moved away form him, he had moved when she wavered like she might fall though she did not once they where in Deran home he heard Deran words, he spoke "First we should get her conferable & then start to give her blood, to help press back the effects what happen to her, though in doing this it means that she will have to be watched more then before, to watch for any change good or bad" He knew it would be hard to keep her form turning into a wolf, but there was a slim chance all the same, but for now they had to take it one steep at a time. "It also would be good to get her wound cleaned better & wrapped, though with her saying it is itching we would do well to get her a potion or cream to help with that so she is not as likely to itch to make the wound more so"
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Post by Deran L Kieler on Nov 17, 2012 11:22:04 GMT -5
Deran listened carefully to Rigoletto's words. He looked over at Cally, praying silently that she wouldn't turn. To turn twice would be hard enough, and he didn't know how that would work with her wanting children. Though, he would still love her no matter what happened.
He moved to reach out to grab Cally, to gently lead her to a comfortable place to rest. He spoke to Rigoletto, thinking it was better not to speak to Cally so she wouldn't waste any more energy in responding. But, then again he couldn't stop her from talking either. "I can get the blood, and the supplies you would need for cleaning the wound can be found on the second floor, next to the library. You were always good at that." Deran stated quickly, as he moved to let go of Cally once she was comfortable.
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Post by Caleigh Fraser on Nov 17, 2012 16:43:04 GMT -5
Cally's head swam, She was dizzy, she was thirsty, and what was that smell? Blood? No, she must have been imagining things. Cally swallowed, her mouth watering. Digging her nails into the palms of her hands, Cally tried to stay calm. This was all a bit overwhelming, and there was one person she could blame. Oliver. "I'm going to kill him," Cally hissed her teeth flashing.
Cally blinked finding herself on the couch. How had she gotten here? Looking around herself, Cally noted that Deran was close, had he put her on the couch? Itching at her arm, Cally tried to stand, wobbled a bit, tried again and managed to make it to her feet. "I really don't want to be a dog," Cally said heading to the door. "If that means I have to kill the mutt.. well I'll be back."
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 17, 2012 20:37:30 GMT -5
Rigoletto heard Deran words he nodded "Be right back then" He moved to get the items that was needed, before returning he then moved to Cally side with the items he lightly touched her shoulder as he spoke "Lets get that wound cleaned & if it makes you feel better you can tell me as many times that you want to kill the man & in what ever way you want"
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Post by Deran L Kieler on Nov 17, 2012 20:48:23 GMT -5
As Rigoletto came back from getting the supplies Deran left the room. He had pieced most of the pieces together, but he wasn't one for taking revenge. No, he had spent most of his life doing that, and it wasn't satisfactory.
He quickly went downstairs, taking the stag with him. In a matter of seconds he drained the stag, seeing how he was hungry and it was going to be a long rest of the day. After making sure he was cleaned up, and that the stag was stored away to be sold, Deran went and grabbed some blood bags. He stuffed them in a container which allowed none of the smell of the blood to seep through. He wanted to give Cally the blood only when Rig wanted him to.
After finishing with what he needed to get done, Deran made his way upstairs and watched as Rigoletto started to heal Cally.
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Post by Caleigh Fraser on Nov 17, 2012 20:53:19 GMT -5
Cally had the door open and was about to walk out when Rigoletto came up beside her. She pouted, to tired and weak to care that she was being childish. "I don't want to tell you all the ways, I want to just kill him." Cally huffed. "You said this wasn't going to kill me, and the only way that I was not going to become a dog was to kill him, so that's what I intend to do. I'll find something to eat along the way and it will be fine." Cally staggered as she stepped out onto the front steps, she had gotten herself into this mess and she would be the one to clean it up.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 17, 2012 21:18:36 GMT -5
Rig heard her words "It will not kill you, if it was going to it would have already & yes the odds are unless he is dead you will change, I have not meet any that have not been forced, but that does not mean there would not be a flick ether" He moved after her as she moved for the front steeps to stop her, he would grab her if he had to to keep her from going.
"You are not going to be fine, if you go off in such a way, you cannot face him in such a way & despite your want for blood you have to allow your self to heal first & even then, if you rush off to face him so blindly you will not win" Rig watched her "Do not give into your want for blood so or it will kill you, get you hurt again or others"
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Post by Caleigh Fraser on Nov 17, 2012 21:34:53 GMT -5
Cally glared at Rigoletto, flashing her teeth at him. "I will not turn again," she hissed, the blood lust and pain driving her mad. "Do you not remember last time Carillon-Dra?" Cally demanded of her old professor. "I have a life now, and that will not be taken away from me!" Cally turned on her heel and marched down the steps her anger fueling her movements.
"He's weak right now!" Cally spat over her shoulder. "I got him just as good as he got me. He won't be a wolf right now, so now is my chance." Cally paused at the bottom of the steps and shot Rigoletto a deadly glare. "It's not my want for blood," she said slowly each word dripping with hatred for Oliver, the beast in her raising her head and taking control. Cally's eyes flashed red, "It's my want for more, he will not take away the life I can have now." The possibility of children. Cally didn't say the last part but she would not let that dream die again.
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Post by Professor Rig Carillon-Dra on Nov 17, 2012 21:42:14 GMT -5
Rig did not even flinch with her flashing her teeth at him, he moved after her to grab her "You are not going, you are still not ready for this & I will insure you do not leave one way or another" He looked at her as he spoke "I can go after him, but you will not be, not at the time, he might be weak yet so are you, the tables would be the same if you want him hurt then, you have to wait for a better plan then just taking off half cocked"
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Post by Deran L Kieler on Nov 17, 2012 23:16:08 GMT -5
Deran had followed the voices and he looked at Rigoletto. "Do you want me to give her anything to quiet her nerves? We have chains in the back too if that would be easier." Deran didn't know how much time Cally had, and if she was going to transform he wanted her somewhere where she couldn't go running off trying to kill Oliver.
Deran set down the bag that was filled with blood and ran his hand through his hair. "Cally, listen to me. You're not going to go kill the man. If you do that then will lose your life completly, and nothing would be able to save you. If you relax and stay here there is the chance that we can heal you. But, if you keep going off like this, then that chance will slip on by. I will be right next to you during all of this. So please, just come back and sit down." Deran spoke with extreme gentleness but also with authority. He wanted Cally to be serious, if she wanted to live the way she wanted to live she would have to pull herself together and do what Rigoletto needed her to do.
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