Streets

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Emerald eyes watched the young wolf with interest and a little caution. There was definately a lot more humanity in her body language now, and... she was being looked at expectantly.

"I don't know... I'm sorry, I don't know..." She said shaking her head and raising her hands helplessly. "Um... " she racked her brains, but it was no good, she couldn't remember anything from her own transformations except...

"Just... want it." She said softly. "You have to want it." she said again, louder. "Try. Really will yourself to change." She had no idea if the younger wolf could understand her, but she had to try something.

[Zin Siripong]

English, why did it have to be English?

Not for the first time she wished she knew more of the language, was just a bit smarter and had more than fighting on the brain while in school. The wolf huffed disgustedly at herself before trying to puzzle out what the other woman had said.

She apologised so chances were she didn't know how to change back, then she said something about wanting something. And then change. She knew what changing was, but right now it wasn't like she was wearing a shirt she could take off.

..... ..... Could she?

This was so surreal, she'd turned into something furry and four legged (she hoped Moom never got wind of this - she would never live it down) and now she was trying to change back by imagining herself taking off a furry skin shirt.

She could feel bits and pieces of herself beginning to wane as well, the longer she stayed as a wolf the more she began to think like one.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris sighed. She'd worked out by now that even if the wolf could understand human language, she probably didn't speak a whole lot of English. Great, she thought, even if she does manage to change back, she won't be able to understand me properly...

She thought about calling Austin and asking for his help, but something in her pride wouldn't let her. Besides, he was a Dark Hunter, not a Dire like the two of them. It was probably different. Probably.

For the first time since she'd been bitten, Damaris realised just how little she actually knew about, well, herself, and how much more helpful she could be now if she'd gotten to grips with her inner wolf 14 years ago instead of locking it away.

[Zin Siripong]

As more of her drowned in the wolf, she took a deep breath and shoved it away as strongly as she could - she needed to think! Not drag her butt-end across the pavement, which incidentally would really hurt.

What happened next she could only describe as.... climbing into a hot bath after grinding herself to the floor in training. That muscle melting heat, the way the sweat and tired all seemed to just shed from her skin as she flopped bonelessly in the water. And then getting out again to the cold that made her skin prickle and tighten, the kind that made her ribs ache because she had been shivering too hard.
((Idek what happens during Lycan transformations. I've heard nothing about them being painful or pleasant so this is just my interpretation. If I'm wrong just correct me.))

Chocolate brown eyes stared up at the older woman as the seventeen year old girl shuddered and wrapped her skinny arms around her naked body - her clothes destroyed and her leg angry and bleeding from the bite that Turned her.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

((I have no idea either, that sounds as good as anything xD))

Damaris tensed and watched as the wolf shifted. It looked in pain. Sounds about right she thought. Once the transformation was over, she found herself looking into the face of a teenage girl of Asian decent - she couldn't have been much older than 16 or 17. She groaned. Why couldn't you have been, I don't know, Italian? she thought in frustration. She could do basic conversations in most European languages, but she'd never quite gotten the hang of any of the Asian ones, save for a smattering of Japanese and the barest minimum of Mandarin.

Ignoring for now the fact that the girl was naked, Damaris stood and took a couple of steps towards her, crouching next to her cowering form. She'd spotted the bleeding wound on her leg. A wolf bite, I bet she thought. It looked like all her suspicions had been right - not only was the girl foreign but she was freshly bitten. Very freshly bitten.

She slipped her jacket off and draped it around the girls shoulders without asking her permission. It was no use as cover, but it might help to keep her a little warmer. "I'm going to take a look at your leg, ok?" She said softly, reassuringly. Ok, the girl was back in her human form now, but she was still frightened and lost and from the looks of her skinny but muscular arms, could probably throw a damn good punch.

She inspected the girls leg without touching it. It should heal on its own - Damaris knew about the accelerated healing at least - but a tourniquet would still be a good idea. Sitting back, she looked at the girl's face again. "What's your name?" she asked, without knowing if she should expect an answer.

[Zin Siripong]

Being naked around the other woman wasn't a problem for her, there was little modesty at the Training House between the girls and the boys. She was cold though, so the jacket was welcome as she drew it shakily closer as the woman told her she was checking her leg.

That she did know the English for. Amazing what interesting things one picked up on when listening to the Paramedics speaking to the Fighters at the various Cage matches. She nodded and let the woman study the still slightly oozing bite mark, she too was busy goggling at it - she had been mauled by some kind of massive dog, a wolf her mind provided, and it had already half closed. That was not normal.

She studied the woman carefully, she was tall like most caucasian women with a head of thick curly dark hair, she had lovely eyes as well the teenager noted with a slight touch of jealousy - green was one of her favourite colours. Her body was shapely, again like most caucasian woman, but she had muscle tone, clearly she knew how to use the blade she had dropped and pushed aside earlier. A fighter. Someone worthy of respect in her eyes.

"What's your name?" the woman asked, bringing her out of her observations.

Again, at least some English she understood.

"Zin," the girl responded, "My name Zin." Broken and thickly accented, but at least she could speak back to some effect.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris smiled. "Zin." She repeated. "That's lovely. I'm Damaris." She added. She inspected the wound again - it was healing, which was good, and would probably be fully healed in a matter of hours at the most - she couldn't remember how long it took for large wounds, but she guessed it varied on the persons build and metabolism so Zin's wound shouldn't take long at all.

She looked around briefly and then spotted what she was looking for - a house with a light on. "Stay here." She told the shivering girl. "I'm going to find help and clothes for you, I'll be back very soon." She gestured 'stay', 'clothes' and 'return' as best she could, guessing that might be what the girl picked up on best. Still, she'd feel silly doing pantomime to a teenager without words to back it up.

She stood up, gave the girl another encouraging smile, and strode purposefully towards the house. There were two ways she could approach this - beg for help and hope she'd picked someone kind, or use the fact that she was a member of the Night Watch and the body language that came with it. The latter was the obvious choice.

She knocked, hard, on the door of the house and was greeted a few minutes later by an annoyed-looking man with a skinhead haircut and grubby-looking clothes. "What?"

"I need basic medical supplies - bandages, antiseptic, that sort of thing, and some kind of women's clothes - a dress or a large jumper will do. And I need you to give them to me, you'll be compensated." She told him with authority, not giving him a chance to argue. The man looked at her blankly for a few minutes and then grunted "wait 'ere, and shut the door. Damaris heard raised voices inside the house, one very shrill, and rolled her eyes. Of course, she'd picked one of those couples.

The door opened again a few moments later and the man re-appeared at the door, followed closely by a short, skinny woman with a tight ponytail and a cigarette in her hand. "What're you takin' out stuff for?" She asked suspiciously. The man was carrying a roll of bandage and what looked like a fluffy yellow dressing-gown.

Damaris didn't waver. "Night Watch business, ma'am, I'm not obliged to give you the details." She replied, flashing her Night Watch ID. "Shut up." The man said gruffly to his partner and then thrust his armful of stuff at Damaris. "'ere. Don't want it back." He said and then shut the door.

"Thanks!" She called through the door before making her way back to Zin. She handed her the dressing gown, which, on closer inspection, had ducks on. "Here, put this on" she said to her softly.

[Zin Siripong]

Zin accepted the dressing gown and stared at it for a moment, it was yellow, and had ducks on. She smiled slightly, touching them. She liked ducks.

Getting to her feet without a care for her current state, she shrugged out of the jacket and handed it out to the other woman, keeping her weight off her injured leg as she pulled the dressing gown on and tied it up, snuggling into the warmth but pulling a face at the smells that clung to it. Cigarettes and alcohol - two vices that were forbidden to her and ones she wanted nothing to do with anyway!

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris smiled as she pulled her jacket back on - apparently Zin liked fluffy yellow duck bathrobes. "We'll wash that." She said, noticing the face the girl was pulling. She had noticed the smell that clung to the robe, but it hadn't bothered her too much. She sorted through the other things the man had thrust at her - as well as the bandage roll, there was a tube of antiseptic cream and a small roll of tape. Apparently you couldn't judge a book by its cover.

"Hold still, this might sting." She told Zin, before crouching next to her injured leg. Ripping a small piece of gauze off the roll, she dabbed at the wound, getting the worst of the blood off, although some of it had dried. Throwing the stained banadge in the bin Zin had knocked over earlier, she ripped a larger piece off the roll, smeared it with antiseptic and wrapped it tightly around the wound, sticking it down with some tape.

"There, that should keep it clean." She told her with a smile, standing up again and pocketing the supplies. She strode over to where her falchion lay abandoned and picked it up. She felt a little relieved as she attached it to her hip again - the cold weight of it was reassuring.

"Can you walk?" She asked, coming back to stand beside Zin. She'd decided that the best place to take her was back to the Watch HQ. She might get in trouble for it, but there was no way she was going to leave a mostly-naked, injured, freshly-turned wolf out in the cold on her own.

[Zin Siripong]

The girl stared at her flatly for a moment, clearly not understanding a single word.

Anxiousness made her stomach turn cold at the thought of the first nice person she'd run into since... since the incident leaving her to figure this out alone. Tears threatened to choke her for a split second but her pride refused to let her spill them as she reached out, a stubborn set to her jaw, to grasp the other woman's jacket sleeve.

There was no way she was just going to let herself get ditched in the middle of this Town - even if she had to cling like a limpet to her rescuer.

[Damaris Y Blaidd]

Damaris's heart dropped at the blank expression on the girl's face, she obviously hadn't understood a word. She was reassured though as Zin grasped her sleeve - whether she'd understood or not, she clearly had no intention of running now. The firm set of her jaw confirmed that.

She smiled at her gently, unhooked the small fingers from her sleeve and then put her arm around the girl's slender waist to support her better. "Come on, home." She said to her and then set off slowly towards the Night Watch HQ, which luckily wasn't too far away.

((Shall we continue in the Entrance thread of the HQ?))

[Zin Siripong]

((Sure.))

Zin hobbled along at pace with the older woman, her leg twinged only occasionally, to be honest it just felt like a big bruise than a gaping wound. It was odd, but the problem was the smells and sounds around them. It was making her head hurt abominably.