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Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 20, 2019 6:33:59 GMT
Two days later.
Honestly, Syre doubted herself coming out here more than once - but it wasn't hard to say that she was 'making a trip to Whitewater'. She was sure that this place was at least a little bit rough to Shade, though, and so Syre made the effort to keep her promise, setting her portal to the same coordinates she used to first drop him off. From there, it was just a matter of tracking him down - or being found!
Syre proved sharp enough at the former, though, following a careful trail of snapped branches and twigs, leading to what she knew to be a rocky area in the woods. From there, it would just be a matter of narrowing it down - though the cat knew she was close.
Why else would the woods be this silent?
She was cautious as ever, but more open than before, carefully looking into the few caves in the area, to see if she could spot a glimpse of that familiar furniture. Would Shade even remember she was coming today?
The shade continued to his home, slowly carefully. Not dragging himself the best he could, it'd take a few hours for him to get back to his place properly. And those hours he'd take, hoping to himself that syre would indeed come to his new home.
It was one of the higher up ones, enough off the ground to where the birds would consider it and those on the land would not. He had caught a few that way and now they stayed away from the cave. He'd lay himself against the furnishing and striking a few matches he'd start up a small fire...
"Syre... comes today... yes?"
He'd ask himself thoughtfully, the black goop of his wound dripping on the floor. He'd hiss softly and lay in the blankets. The burning twitching sensations of his body leaving him in a tizzy. His ears flicking and waiting to see if syre herself would manage to find his cave...
he knew he said he'd be waiting out there but... maybe she forgot? Maybe he forgot. It was harder and harder for him to know but he still just... had to wait for it he supposed. Biting down into some of his salted meat the wraithmon would blanch a bit. It was bitter but it went down easily enough...
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 20, 2019 19:26:29 GMT
Syre didn't forget.
But it might have been a good idea to get the location of Shade's home beforehand! What was this, the fourth cave that she looked into? Once more seeing an empty abode, or at least one devoid of furniture, she gave a tired sigh as she moved to check the next one. She held a careful flame at the entrance, and, finally, the cat would see the glint off of the Shademon's copper frame.
There he is... With one careful look over her shoulder, she pressed in, soon seeing that fire lit up in front of her. There, of course, would be the Wraithmon - but Syre's small smile soon disappeared, seeing the Wraithmon grasp at his chest.
"Whoa... S-Shade?" The cat was nervous, but not for the Wraithmon. "Sorry it took so long to find you... what happened? Are you alright?" Damn it, was it a bad idea to move him to this different set of woods? Look at him, he was a wreck!
... A wreck, still eating salted meat! "Let me take a look..."
The shademon stared down, that easy dripping from his chest bringing a grunt. Then there was that flame from syre, he recognized it from last time and he'd slowly drag himself up. He saw that smile, small as it was just vanish. He'd blink a little bit and rub at that wound, hissing in frutration for a moment before simply laying back down.
He'd greet her through clenched teeth, that bulb smell was thankfully gone but he could smell her worry. Likely for her own skin as some feral mons attacked when they were injured. Here in this place? Well. She wouldn't do all too well... maybe? Then she asked questions and he'd slowly ease himself into a sitting position. His large tail nesting comfortably in well.. his nest.
"Birds... big... red... birds.. Hunters. I..."
He'd blink and look down at his chest, the dripping of his darkness was apparent. He'd trail a claw along the wound, clackingg his teeth in a physical frustration. It was painful, not terribly deep but enough to where it was healing slowly. Did they put something on their claws?
"Fought... Hurt... some..."
He'd trail off and well, he wouldn't move as the blackgatomon took a look at him! To him the wound wasn't bad but syre would see it quickly. His wound was infected, poisoned by something and it was deep in there where you could see some wireframe here or there past the seeping darkness of the wound. But there was something that would be alarming to those that likely knew better.
This wraith digimon...
A being of darkness... had a physical manifestation of a wireframe.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 20, 2019 20:11:50 GMT
He was hurt.
Shade was really hurt, and the cat could tell from a distance. Her eyes flicked right to that wound, and if the Wraithmon would allow, she would get close enough to look over it, without actually raising her hands to touch it. And yes, this was definitely bad: infection aside, he'd been damaged right down to the wireframe!
"Damn it..." She swore, shaking her head, her mind now racing a mile a minute. Taking a brief look at her device to get the coordinates, she gave careful instructions to Shade: "Lie down, don't move too much. I'll be back in five minutes - soon, alright? I'm going to get medicine."
Syre's words were truthful, a nod given to the Shademon, as Syre opened a portal and stepped right on through. It did take five minutes, but Shade's perception of time might make it seem like far more or far less - but soon enough, the portal would open back up, Syre placing a medical kit down beside the makeshift bed.
"Alright... this is going to sting a little. But I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm going to help you. Just... lie back for me, alright?"
Shade stared at syre curiously, sniffing at her as she approached him. Inspected him and at her curse he'd tilt his head slowly. Then she started giving him instructions. The wraithmon blinked a few times and slowly nodded his head. He could lay down, laying down was easy. Especially when it hurt like this.
"...Lay... like... this?... Med... Medicine?"
A term that the feral digimon didn't know, he'd furrow his brow and his closed eyes seemed to scrunch up further. Many of the eyes that were on his body were half lidded in either what the blackgatomon could assume was pain or perhaps it was because he was just tired?
He didn't know what she meant by five minutes. Was that a lot. He'd almost want to ask but at that nod he'd simply watch her go into that 'path' again. He'd sigh and close his eyes laying his head on the 'nest' waiting for syre to come back. She did say she was going to visit and well-
Then the portal opened back up prompting a small array of his smaller eyes to open up in abject surprise. Then she started to speak again; saying that it would sting? But she wasn't trying to hurt him? He'd lift his head and stare at her as she spoke pretty quickly.
He'd mumble softly and do as he was asked, looking somewhat uncertain. He didn't know what was in that box and he seemed to be interested in the medical kit with how many eyes were locking onto it. The wraithmon clacked his teeth and let his head rest along the edge of his nest. To the blackgatomon in comparison to size, he was huge even more so with his tail and it would be obvious the moment that he 'uncoiled' to lay down properly.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 20, 2019 20:52:52 GMT
"There... that's perfect..."
Is this what it felt like when 'dad' was working on a larger patient? That thought briefly passed Syre's head, as she once more looked at that dripping wound, the hole that had been cut through the Wraithmon's chest. With a low sigh, she started to focus, first pulling out a bottle and a cotton swab. She didn't lie before, this was going to sting, a cold sensation of 'needles' passing over the Wraithmon as she gently began to clean at the edges of the wound, to kill off the infected data that made up the sides. "Its alright... its alright..."
Syre's voice was warm and considerate, perhaps counter to the sensation that the Wraithmon was feeling. Once that was done, the cat brought back her thoughts of helping her dad in the lab, carefully bringing up a needle and a special thread, simply starting to sew the wound up, from the bottom up. She'd occasionally take a towel to blot the 'black stuff' that occasionally came back up, moving as carefully as she could, stitching that wound closed until she tied it off at the other end.
All the while, she kept her focus, eventually pressing a towel against the closed wound, to push a fresh bandage into place.
Shade shifted and watched the BlackGatomon do work. First thing he saw was a bottle and some kind of small swab. He'd let out a small hiss of pain at feeling that sensation along his wound; but the spots that she swabbed ultimately started to feel better. He'd clack his teeth and dig his claws into his nest. Though at one point he couldn't control his tail which slid around and thumped against the ground with a surprising amount of force for something that 'felt' weightless.
He'd growl out lowly, scrunching his face up and one of those eyes on his head opened up slowly. Pain bright on the 'hidden' eye's features. Something syre could notice is that the moment that this eye up top opened the rest of the ones on his body snapped shut with audible sounds from each. Then she started sewing.
The wraithmon's shoulders shuddered and his body squirmed, his teeth gnashing in pain. He'd push at the blackgatomon once or twice letting out a soft whining hissing that sounded more like a tea pot coming to boil than a hiss. But there wasn't much force behind his shoving; was he really that weak from a wound like that?
"Gu... ha..... H...hurt....!"
Shade panted and the matching twin to that single gentle, hurting eye opened up. Both of them were weeping what only someone could describe as tears for something like this creature. Weeping black liquid that had the consistency of water. He'd make an exasperated sound as she pressed a fresh bandage into place. His head laying back and he'd bite his 'lip' painfully. In his shifting he had pushed many of his blankets out and about making his nest less of a nest and more like a bedding.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 21, 2019 3:38:29 GMT
"Its alright, its alright, the hurt will go away..."
Damn it, how did dad do this sort of stuff, with feral patients? It was only through a sheer blessing that Shade managed to stay still enough for the cat to ultimately stitch up the wound - but the cat was still worried. What if he thought she was betraying the trust she had managed to build up over the last few days? What if he lashed out in anger and attacked her?
Thankfully, none of that came to pass. Through his complaints, the stitching would soon be complete, and that careful bandage would be put right over the cut, Syre carefully running a hand over the back of it. "Syre closed the wound, Shade." She gave a careful breath outward, giving a nod. "Leave the bandage in place at least until its dark out. You'll find it won't hurt as much - and you won't be leaking data or 'blood' out, either."
She gave a smile, carefully resting a hand against the Wraithmon's. "Syre's never going to try and hurt you, alright? Syre is... a 'friend'."
Shade shifted and nervously clacked his teeth as syre spoke to him. Telling him that the hurt would go away, it was harder and harder for him to remain still for her. He wanted to push her away but the places that she had already sewn shut, dabbed with that thing... were not hurting as bad. He'd let out a long hissing sound as he felt her finish his head laying back limply. He wouldn't be able to use his abilities to shift his body around while this healed would he?
The wraithmon let out an exasperated hiss as she put that careful bandage over his now sealed wound. That hand running across the bandage made him squirm a bit his tail thumping against the ground seeping into the darkness now.
It stung, burned and ached but it didn't hurt like before. He'd breathe out slowly and flick his ears forward. His two eyes on his head stared at her as she gave out instructions. Leave the bandage? Until dark. It wouldn't hurt. Or leak. One hand would prod the bandage curiously. The material felt odd to him. Then she did that thing. That thing that shade didn't understand. It made him furrow his brow and he'd blink at feeling that hand against his.
She then introduced a strange new concept. Something he honestly had never heard before. Slowly he'd sit up wincing a little bit as his wound barked at him for moving but he knew he couldn't just... laze around right? No. Maybe he should just do that. Grunting softly he'd just lay back down.
"F...Friend? Not.. Hurt... Never?... Syre...?"
He was audibly confused and it showed, his brows furrowed and a few small eyes popped up here or there warranting a hiss as the wraithmon nudged those 'eyes' away. He'd stare at her in confusion still trying to process everything here.
Post by Syre the BlackGatomon on Jan 22, 2019 2:09:39 GMT
Oh dear - it seemed that Shade really didn't know anything at all outside of the wild. Of course he didn't know about bandages or medicine - but he didn't know what a friend was?
Honestly, it was a bit sad, but Syre kept that smile on her face. "Yes, a friend." She kept her hand there, not nearly pressed strong enough that he'd feel forced by it - no, she simply kept herself friendly in both appearance and tone. It was clear that he didn't understand much, so when he asked 'why'? Syre found it quite difficult to describe.
What was a 'friend'? And what made her 'friends' with him? Would he even consider it the same way?
Syre... was considerably less blunt this time. "Well, it means that I like you enough that I don't want to see you 'hurt'. You helped me, so I help you - that's a trade. But to be a 'friend' is to do something without expecting anything in return - just knowing that they helped the other one out."
He never had someone that didn't try to outright kill him on sight and he had expected syre to be no different in their first meeting. But her reaction to him was outside of normal bounds and had constantly been something that for the most part had been a absolute new experience to him. Even the merchants that he had met and traded with had started with a fight but when they realized he could converse, talk and even reason? They had started to try to ease out of it and rather successfully too!
He'd stare down at her hand that was against his, furrowing his brow slowly and he'd turn his head to look at her as she started to explain. She liked him enough to where she didn't want to see him hurt. He helped her, she helped him. A trade. But a friend was something that did something for someone else without expecting anything in return.
Just knowing that an act like that helped the other out.
The wraithmon slowly furrowed his brow further and further for a few long moments. His face scrunching up as he could feel the gears sort of turning in his head, and it showed. First was confusion, second was easing into understanding, but there was a visible underlay of confusion as it progressed.
"Con...confused... But... underst...stand..."
The wraithmon would mumble a little bit but he'd ease that hand against the smaller mon's and just keep it there for a moment before laying his head back. He was exhausted from the whole ordeal, from getting wounded, to getting treated and he could feel his body slowly starting to work on that wound.