Timestamp: Vhalar 100th, 717 Immediately following Hunter Becomes the Hunted
Luckily for Qit, she'd been stalking a herd of hefrein that had departed northwest from Sweetwine Wood. She was eyeing this particular herd due to it having several younger deer in its ranks. Deer that the Menagerie wanted. So this had brought her close to Scalvoris town, a bit up the road from it, where she set up her tent the night before.
Unluckily for Qit, her sleep had been disturbed by a Nightmare. And while she'd helped defeat the monster with the help of... of... that woman, she'd not walked away unscathed. Rather, the furthest thing from it. And so, just as the sun was beginning to rise, a blood curdling scream could be heard along the road leading into Scalvoris Town.
Qit had awoken to her body screaming in pain from so many different points, and she couldn't see for the blood that was running down her face. She managed to extricate herself from her bedroll, and scrambled out into the morning dew covered grass. The cold droplets of water stung against the burnt skin and exposed flesh. Qit tried to calm her breathing, to stuff down the panic and pain. She hissed through her teeth, focusing on deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Her feet were already moving toward the town, toward her healer. It didn't matter that she was naked as the day she was born, she was so covered in blood and swamp muck from the Nightmare that no one in their right mind could find anything lewd about the scene.
Slowly, painfully, each step carried her down the road, her breath ragged, but focused. As she moved, she tried to register the extent of her injuries. The worst of it was the burns upon her the soles of her feet, upon her knees, on the palm of her left hand. She kept wiping the blood the gently streamed down her face. She remembered the burning of the acidic blood that splashed down upon her. She remembered diving into the water to try and neutralize it and wash it off. She remembered scraping away a couple of layers of skin to get the burning off of her. There wasn't much burning now, at least in the scraped areas, they just stung really badly in the exposed air, and were dirty. After all, she'd fought the beast in a swamp, the natural equivalent to filth.
The city gate was coming into view, and thankfully the portcullis was raised. Clutching her left arm with her right, putting pressure on the laceration on her forearm, she continued forward. Finally one of the guards saw her, and immediately realized she was naked and injured.
"Oi, get a litter here! Send a runner to the Order! We got a bad one here!"
The guards swarmed around her, several spreading out, wondering if an attack was coming. A couple more arrived with a litter, when a guard reached out and touched Qit'ria's arm. Her bloodied hand snatched out and grabbed him by the beard. "No... touch... me.."
"Miss, what happened? Bandits? Monsters? Pirates?"
Qit'ria sat upon the litter held between two stout, armored guards, "Nightmare." Someone draped a cloak over her form, and she laid back on the litter, feeling the guards do their best to carry her smoothly to the Order.
The guards were muttering, fearful, it had been a while since they'd seen such ghastly wounds from a Nightmare. It was many of them's worst fear, for guards couldn't protect anyone from the nightmares, themselves included. As they carried her into the Order's outpost, the litter was set upon a table, and some blonde woman approached her with some soaked cloth. Qit's hand snatched out and grabbed the woman's wrist, holding it fast, "Get Faith."
She flung the woman's arm back at her, and several others tried to approach her, Qit snarled and hissed at each of them in turn. One of the guard's stepped forward and forced her shoulders down onto the table, and she kicked and screamed and growled. The name 'Faith' kept escaping her painful cries. She refused to stop fighting, refused to be treated until Faith arrived.
Luckily for Qit, she'd been stalking a herd of hefrein that had departed northwest from Sweetwine Wood. She was eyeing this particular herd due to it having several younger deer in its ranks. Deer that the Menagerie wanted. So this had brought her close to Scalvoris town, a bit up the road from it, where she set up her tent the night before.
Unluckily for Qit, her sleep had been disturbed by a Nightmare. And while she'd helped defeat the monster with the help of... of... that woman, she'd not walked away unscathed. Rather, the furthest thing from it. And so, just as the sun was beginning to rise, a blood curdling scream could be heard along the road leading into Scalvoris Town.
Qit had awoken to her body screaming in pain from so many different points, and she couldn't see for the blood that was running down her face. She managed to extricate herself from her bedroll, and scrambled out into the morning dew covered grass. The cold droplets of water stung against the burnt skin and exposed flesh. Qit tried to calm her breathing, to stuff down the panic and pain. She hissed through her teeth, focusing on deep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Her feet were already moving toward the town, toward her healer. It didn't matter that she was naked as the day she was born, she was so covered in blood and swamp muck from the Nightmare that no one in their right mind could find anything lewd about the scene.
Slowly, painfully, each step carried her down the road, her breath ragged, but focused. As she moved, she tried to register the extent of her injuries. The worst of it was the burns upon her the soles of her feet, upon her knees, on the palm of her left hand. She kept wiping the blood the gently streamed down her face. She remembered the burning of the acidic blood that splashed down upon her. She remembered diving into the water to try and neutralize it and wash it off. She remembered scraping away a couple of layers of skin to get the burning off of her. There wasn't much burning now, at least in the scraped areas, they just stung really badly in the exposed air, and were dirty. After all, she'd fought the beast in a swamp, the natural equivalent to filth.
The city gate was coming into view, and thankfully the portcullis was raised. Clutching her left arm with her right, putting pressure on the laceration on her forearm, she continued forward. Finally one of the guards saw her, and immediately realized she was naked and injured.
"Oi, get a litter here! Send a runner to the Order! We got a bad one here!"
The guards swarmed around her, several spreading out, wondering if an attack was coming. A couple more arrived with a litter, when a guard reached out and touched Qit'ria's arm. Her bloodied hand snatched out and grabbed him by the beard. "No... touch... me.."
"Miss, what happened? Bandits? Monsters? Pirates?"
Qit'ria sat upon the litter held between two stout, armored guards, "Nightmare." Someone draped a cloak over her form, and she laid back on the litter, feeling the guards do their best to carry her smoothly to the Order.
The guards were muttering, fearful, it had been a while since they'd seen such ghastly wounds from a Nightmare. It was many of them's worst fear, for guards couldn't protect anyone from the nightmares, themselves included. As they carried her into the Order's outpost, the litter was set upon a table, and some blonde woman approached her with some soaked cloth. Qit's hand snatched out and grabbed the woman's wrist, holding it fast, "Get Faith."
She flung the woman's arm back at her, and several others tried to approach her, Qit snarled and hissed at each of them in turn. One of the guard's stepped forward and forced her shoulders down onto the table, and she kicked and screamed and growled. The name 'Faith' kept escaping her painful cries. She refused to stop fighting, refused to be treated until Faith arrived.
