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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on May 14, 2017 0:49:40 GMT
Rain fell, pattering onto the concrete sidewalks and forming puddles where more droplets rippled. Clouds gathered in thick bunches of grey, making the world seem grim and depressing. The clouds threatened to rain for hours and to leave some cold and wet survivors in their wake, but all must endure the battle of nature, it was the way things were nowadays. A chilly wind howled through the streets causing a young gender-fluid to shiver despite being wrapped in a over-sized brown coat.
Peyton's hat was secured tightly to their head, goggles down in an attempt to protect their eyes from the needle like drops of rain. Their arms were wrapped around them in an attempt to generate heat, but it was hardly enough. Clearly, they had pick an absolutely horrendous day to go out of the settlement. Their skin had long pebbled from the cold and the sweater alongside the long-sleeved shirt seemed to do little to sustain their warmth. The best option was to leave the streets and find shelter somewhere soon or face come unpleasant consequences. They attempted to quicken their pace, tolerating the raging rainstorm as their eyes searched for precious shelter. Eventually, the soaked non-binary's dark almond eyes found their solace, the old cathedral standing in its broken state. Alone it seemed and possible empty, a perfect place for the phlegmatic individual to take refuge until the rain ceased and all was still once more.
Peyton began to run towards the cathedral, forgetting about their previous attempts to restore heat from their body. It was a dead sprint towards the building and numerous times they nearly slipped on the slick ground. Barely, Peyton managed to keep their balance with each little slip up. Once the door was reached, the cold individual reached out in a futile try to open the door, it did not seem keen on budging. With a slight groan, Peyton threw their shoulder into it, but once more the door stood still, their fifteen-year-old body did little against it. For a moment the gender-fluid rubbed their arm, the slight pain a memento from the stubborn door. Without much choice, they began to walk around the perimeter of the building, moving speedily in hopes they could find an entrance.
Their eyes continued to glance around, making certain that vicious animals or survivors were not around. Being a meager regular had some major disadvantages, like not having super strength or something related to open annoyingly stubborn doors in the midst of a cold, unforgiving rainstorm. Soon enough, Peyton discovered a broken window that was low enough to the ground for them to climb into. They reached up quickly and pulled themself through, feeling a pain in their right index finger as they hauled themself into the safe confines of the cathedral. Once their feet were planted on the floor, Peyton shook their hand before glancing at their finger to find welling blood.
They released an annoyed sigh, they would definitely have to give the wound a thorough wash when they returned. For the time being, they rubbed the blood away on their ripped grey sweats, leaving a brand new red stain. Peyton was somewhat thankful they felt like a guy today, their feminine style often consisted of tight-fitting yoga pants instead of warmer, thick sweats. Their eyes began to glance around their new surroundings, finding them suitable for the momentary hold up. Peyton began to walk further into the cathedral weaving between the pews and taking the steps up the alter. One of their hands slipped into the big pocket of her over-sized coat, finding the hand gun they had thankfully brought with them. Although, the gender-fluid knew they lacked bullets, but some definition of defense was better than nothing.
Their eyes noticed a door to a back room, there were probably less windows there which meant less wind to keep them cold. Peyton drew their gun, remembering a couple of stories their father had told them about criminals hiding in rooms and getting the jump on unsuspecting officers. After the noise they had made, the gender-fluid was certain they would have alerted anybody inside to their presence. Once their gun was in the grasp of their right hand, they slowly opened the door, gun pointed in order to threaten anybody inside. Peyton did not like the thought of threatening a fellow survivor, but in a post-apocalyptic world it was almost necessary for one's safety. When the door was wide opened, they entered, gun aimed and eyed scanning for movement. Thankfully, everything remained still, thus Peyton lowered their gun and shut the door behind them.
There was a single unbroken window that provided dim light, which was something the phlegmatic individual was thankful for. Some shelves lined the walls, but one of the corners were bare. Peyton walked into the small room, probably a storage closet or staff room, and sat down in corner. They brought their knees to their chest and gently lifted their goggles away from their eyes, giving them a quick rub for comfort. Afterwards, they hugged their knees, setting their chin on top of them while their hands grasped the fringes of their coat in an attempt to regain warmth and get a few moments of quiet. Peyton knew that soon, they would have to search the cathedral, but for now they merely desired a few moments to listen to the rain.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on May 23, 2017 22:48:42 GMT
| A long, defeated sigh left the nose of a wolven beast as it lay between the fifth row pews of the cathedral. The rainstorm hadn't led up at all, pounding and howling against the cathedral as if Mother Nature herself was furious at the world. Rain was coming in through the broken window, but at least Ferryl would remain protected where he lay. He was a wolf and was stuck this way until he could muster enough energy to turn back.
A mere ten minutes earlier, Ferryl had found himself in some trouble. He had been walking the streets of Nootau, jumping into serveral different dumpsters in hopes to find something that resembled food. Starvation was not the way he wanted to go, especially since he had been living on the streets well before the apocalypse hit. At least scavaging had been made easy with his enhanced senses and whatnot. The rain, on the other hand, made it a nuisance. But after coming out empty handed of a sixth dumpster, disaster decided to strike. A tan-coloured dog with spikes coming out of his spine was staring up at Ferryl, tongue out as it panted and wagged its tail. Ferryl had muttered a simple swear before the dog snarled and began to chase him. As the teen ran and ran, more dogs appeared out of alleyways, snarling, barking, and yipping with excitement. They had decided to make the gifted mutant their meal.
"Help me!" He had screamed, but what use was it? Ferryl would have to help himself. True, he normally could have outran the mutts, but it appeared their mutations had also increased their speed... and they were catching up. He couldn't run forever and the thought was terrifying. While he desperately tried to think of an escape, one of the dogs launched themselves at Ferryl, causing him to trip and fall while it bit into his shoulder. He screamed. Instinct took over then, and Ferryl rose to all fours and jumped forward. At first he was in human form, but he soon transformed into a wolf and continued to run, throwing off the dog by turning his head and snapping his teeth at the dog's eyes. It yipped and tumbled off, giving Ferryl a chance to leave it in his dust.
Ferryl ran faster than any wolf, tongue out to try and cool off while he put distance between himself on the pack of dogs behidn him. It wasn't wasy with the slippery cementunder paw and the gushing wound on his right shoulder. However, he was thankful for the rain since without it he was sure the dog's would have found him again. At least the rain washed away his scent.
The cathedral loomed ahead, promising safety if the wolf could find a way inside. Ferryl knew it was too soon to transform back into a human, but there was always the hope that he could open a door, right? When he reached it, Ferrly jumped up on his hind legs and pushed the door with one of his paws, using all of his weight. It creaked open and the wolf found himself giving a quick prayer of thanks to the Creator. He quickly limped inside and shoved the door shut. Not wanting to risk unwanted visitors, he jumped on his hind legs once more, using his teeth to lock the door. It was hard, but he was successful.
Before he proceeded further, Ferryl crouched to the ground and sniffed. The cathedral smelled very old and very dusty. There were smells that indicated other creatures and survivors had been here, but they were stale. He had no need to worry.
So, feeling exhausted and completely miserable, Ferryl limped toward the pews and plopped down, releasing that sad little sigh. He had been laying still before he heared banging against the door. Someone was trying to seek shelter from the storm, obviously. It was a good thing Ferryl decided to lock the door. The last thing he needed right now was an aggressor to take advantage of him in his vulnerable state.
Unfortunately, the person was persistent. It was shortly after the banging on the door stopped that he heard the sound of someone scaling through the window, followed by the scent of blood. Whoever it was, they had injured themselves on the glass.
Ferryl was tense and didn't want whoever was in here with him to know her was there. Most people didn't react too well when they saw non-humnoid creatures around. Staying low to the ground, Ferryl inched his way to the end of the pew in hopes of catching a glimpse of who it was. The person wondered toward the side door, allowing Ferryl to observe them quickly. They were small, probably very young... but they retrieved something from their pocket that instantly pinned them as a threat: a gun. Ferryl knew that he would have to stay well away from there if he wanted to keep his life.
And so, letting out the smallest of whimpers, Ferryl inched backwards and continued to law with his head on his paws. |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on May 25, 2017 0:44:05 GMT
The large over-sized coat seemed to work as a successful blanket of sort to warm the gender-fluid teenager's small body. While they remained in their little corner of safety, Peyton listened to the whistling of wind and the rain against the window. The small individual released a small sigh, it seemed the rainstorm was unlikely to cease anytime soon which meant they would be stuck her for a sometime. Peyton glanced at their right hand which they could barely see in the darkness of the storage room, however, they could feel a thin rivulet of warm liquid dribbled down their hand. This caused the gender-fluid to frown, they knew now that they should at least find something to act as a band-aid.
Peyton stood, unaware of the fellow storm refugee beyond the walls of the storage closet. They rummaged through their pockets until they found a small metallic flashlight. Once they pushed the button a beam of radiant light went out from the bulb and danced across the various items. The gender-fluid began to search the storage closet, searching for something to act as a make-shift bandage for their injured finger. The beam of light touched a tub full of what appeared to be old clothing that were possibly donated to the church for some event. Hastily, the gender-fluid teen made their way over to the tub and began spilling out the contents until they discovered a thin, white shirt that would be easy to work with. They fastened their right hand around the shirt before standing and heading back towards the door; the storage closet was a lot darker and was more room would be easier to work with.
They swung the door open, a high-pitched squeal of protest sounding from its rusted hinges which caused the gender-fluid teen to jump in surprise. The fright was shrugged off quickly, Peyton was never one to convey emotion for long periods of time. They went down the stairs and towards the first pew, still unaware to the existence of their company. Quietly, Peyton sat placing the flashlight so the top faced the seat, making it so little light leaked out from the sides. With two hands, they began to rip the fabric until they had a small strip of white cloth in their hands. They placed the strip beside them to switch to the flashlight, pointing it at the cut on their index finger. The cut was rather deep, but seemed manageable until they returned back to the Aimon Settlement. They worked quick, placing the flashlight sideways so light spilled onto their hands. A small portion of the shirt that was left was used to clean the blood before they wrapped the strip around their finger, using their teeth to help tie it.
Once pleased with their handy work, Peyton stood and began to look around. Their flashlight fell on drops of red on the floor, it could not be their blood and it looked relatively fresh. Their face remained impassive at the sight, it merely meant that somebody else was seeking shelter here other than them.
"Hello? If you are nice, I won't hurt ya," Peyton said. Their Russian accent was noticeable, but that was to be expected from somebody who was merely meant to be an exchange student.
They moved slowly, one of their hands holding the flashlight well the other sought out their gun in case the situation grew violent. Finally, their light touched the wolf, which seemed to lack mutation and was afraid of them. Peyton could hardly blame the poor creature, the world had grown scary and the wolf looked injured. For a few moments, they merely watched until switching the hand their flashlight was in and reaching into their other pocket to retrieve a baggie. The contents were animals crackers, stale, but still edible. The gender-fluid teen settled themself on a pew at a reasonable distance from the presumed wild animal and sat with their legs folded beneath them. They switched off the flashlight and set it on the other side of them before fiddling with the baggie and retrieving an animal cracker. Gently, they threw the food piece towards the wolf to see how the creature would react.
Surprisingly, the phlegmatic individual did not desire to be alone during the storm and befriending a wolf seemed like a neat idea. They kept their wits about them while they reached down to get a cracker for themself and taking a small bite out of it while their right hand hung lazily over the back on the pew.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on May 25, 2017 17:50:56 GMT
| Ferryl remained as still as he could. A part of him desired to turn his head and begin licking his bloodied shoulder now that more of his energy had returned, but he didn't want to move and risk being heard. Despite his fellow refuge being so young, the kid still had a gun in his possession. Seeing a wolf would definitely be startling, especially when all wild life these days attacked anyone in sight. Ferryl didn't know if this kid ever used a gun, but he didn't want to become their first at any rate.
Hearing scuffling in the storage closet, Ferryl's ears swivelled to that direction in order to pick up the sound better. He listened as the teen dumped something onto the ground and began sifting through it. No doubt were they trying to find something useful. Perhaps they were looting the cathedral. That wasn't a bad idea. Ferryl would have done the same if he was in any position to do so.
Just then, the door creaked and footsteps followed, indicating that the teen was venturing out into the main part of the cathedral. This caused Ferryl to lay his ears flat on his head in disapproval. Ferryl just hoped the kid wouldn't wonder over. Was he started to feel scared? Nervous, yes, but the wolf didn't want to admit the young teen made him afraid. That was cowardly.
The ripping of cloth was soon heard, leading Ferryl to assume the kid was trying to create a make-shift bandaid for their cut. That wasn't a bad idea either. No wonder someone so small could survive, they were capable of helping themself. Ferryl had the thought of getting his own paws on some of that cloth to start cleaning up the nasty bite on his shoulder. It hurt and was pulsing with heat, indicating that there was a risk for infection. That was going to be a pain to deal with.
Suddenly, the teen called out in a clear statement that they were aware they weren't alone. Ferryl grimaced, unsure what he was going to do. Should he push them over if they approached? Run? Keep hiding? Ferryl pressed himself even tighter to the ground, trying to get a glimpse of the teen's feet to see where they were. They were close and approaching fast. Why did Ferryl pick the pews so close to the bloody front? Well, it wasn't like he knew anyone was going to jump in through the fricken window!
The flashlight flickered onto Ferryl, causing him to squint and try and stare up at the teen, eyes wide in fear. Out of instinct, he bared his fangs and gave a low growl of warning, hoping to deter the kid from approaching. Maybe the teen would lose interest, see that Ferryl wasn't going to attack, and leave. That would be the best case scenario in his head.
Alarm rushed through him as he watched the teen reach into their pocket. They said they wouldn't hurt him if he was nice, but maybe the growl was too much? They were going to pull the gun on him. It caused him to whimper, scratching the floor lightly with a paw. But the teen surprised Ferryl in another way. They had pulled a bag of crackers from their pocket and settled down on the pew next to Ferryl. A look of curiosity appeared on his wolfish face, eyes big and ears perked in interest. The kid threw him a piece, and Ferryl extended his neck quickly, tilting his head so he could lick the treat up and greedily eat it.
Ferryl was still cautious, but this to him was a sign of peace. The kid didn't appear to want to hurt him, and was in fact giving him food. With a grunt, Ferryl slipped and pushed himself into a sitting position. It caused the distance between the teen and himself to increase, but he was hoping to get another cracker if he sucked up. So he licked his jowls and gave a small whimper, begging like any good dog would. |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on May 26, 2017 0:29:44 GMT
Originally, Peyton was skeptical about whether or not the wolf would remain a friendly companion during the rainstorm that battered on outside. Although they were slightly frightened of their company currently since wild animals were unpredictable creatures and the gender-fluid teen would prefer not to have to kill the not mutated wolf. Bared teeth and the growl were a concern and it caused the teen to tense for a moment, they were becoming very uncertain about how much trust they could place in this creature. The world was scary and confusing, so why would the expect a wolf to trust them without a given reason. Alas, Peyton did not draw their gun. They somewhat feared the howling winds and rain, thus they preferred the concept of not being alone. However, they adjusted to a sitting position in case they would have to bolt for the safety of the storage closet.
Then the creature whimpered when they went to draw out their snack, perhaps they had intelligence. Only moments prior had their gun been drawn, which meant chances were they had been lurking around before they entered the cathedral. It was a slight concern, but Peyton knew that they should have been smarter in the instance and had done a thorough check of the premise. The teen found themself thankful that the wolf had not attacked them when they had the chance. With a blank expression, Peyton watched as their animal cracker earned them some favor with the wolf, or at least enough to possibly keep peace. They watched as the wolf sat up with a grunt; Peyton presumed that the shoulder wound had made the rise difficult. It begged, asking for more of their spoils. Peyton gave the wolf a nod, with the presumption the creature understood and shoved the remainder of their own cracker into their mouth.
They chewed the cracker, finding it a tad difficult due to how stale it was. Peyton's hands retrieved a second animal cracker from the bag and tossed it to their furry friend. Although some may view the gender-fluid's sharing as a waste, Peyton saw it as a way to befriend an animal. Sometimes animals could be tamed after all and perhaps they would be successful and gain themselves a dog-like friend; a dog being something that Peyton had wanted since they were little.
"There ya go, druzhishche," Peyton said. It was Russian for buddy, a word they had yet to learn in the English language.
They offered the wolf a brief smile, but it was quick to fade from their often impassive face. The wolf was obviously interested in their food, probably like most wild animals. Silently, the gender-fluid teen prayed that the wolf would not turn violent when the animal crackers ran out. They took another from the bag, eyes remaining on their crackers for a few moments. There were about sixteen left including the one they retrieved, a perfect number to split. Peyton held their stale between their teeth and began to take out nine crackers and slid them towards the wolf. Once the job was done, they grabbed their cracker and bit into it, using the sleeve to wipe the crumbs from their mouth and swallowed.
"Hey, druzhishche? Can you understand people?" Peyton asked in curiosity. "If you only get English, I'm sorry. I'm not the best at it."
They had spent only a few measly months in Nootau before Madman struck, which meant the classroom settling had faded and they could only rely on the Aimon Settlement schoolhouse to teach them more English. Alas, they were not nearly as skilled in the task as the high school teachers had been. Their eyes went to the wolf's shoulder wound, if they did understand them then Peyton figured they could offer a bandaging job.
"You need some band-aids? I made one for my finger, so maybe I can help ya with your shoulder. Wouldn't be heard to get some water to wash it. I don't have much supplies though and I'm not a doc, but I could try if you want." Peyton offered while they showed off their bandaged finger; it was truly the only proof of their handy work after all.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on May 27, 2017 6:04:50 GMT
| Ferryl wagged his tail in excitement as the teen tossed him another cracker. The wolf bent its neck to the ground so it would pick it up, easily chewing it between his canines despite the staleness of the cracker. He began to wonder where his company retrieved these treats from. Before the apocalypse, young kinds could buy animal crackers in any store. Is that where thsi teen got them from? How old were they? It wasn't like it mattered, Ferryl was just a curoous guy. Whereever kids these days got their food, more could be retrieved from that location... at least based on the experience Ferryl had.
Ferryl's ear had flicked at the Russian word. He was not familiar with anything outside of English and some French, but the word was a curious one, It indicated that his company was not originally from Canada, not even the USA. Perhaps they were Russian or Ukranian or German. Accents were not the wolf's strong point in regards to determining where someone originated from. The only accents he truly heard were Canadian, French, some Indigenous, and Middle Eastern. The rest was up to guessing.
When the teen gave Ferryl a smile, he splayed out his tongue, panting, but appeared to smile. He also wagged his tail some more, indicating that he was friendly and not a threat to the young teen. This allyship could prove useful. And it definitely paid off when the teen threw nine more animal crackers his way. Ferryl thankfully ate them, not paying attention to anything except the deliciously stale treats that were hastilly being inhaled.
At the question of whether or not the wolf understood people talk, he gave a small bark and nodded three times. He had hoped the teen would understand this indicatd he did, in factm have the intelligence of a regular person. The conversatuon proceeded when the young teen asked if Ferryl needed bandaids. Once again, he barked in affirmation and gaev three wuick nods. In excitement and pleasure, he stood up quickly and turned around, quickly moving past the pew and into the row. Ferryl looked being him to see if the kid was following, wagging his tail the whole time. He hoped the boy was decent at bandaging larger wounds as they appeared to be at fixing smaller ones. Ferryl still had a few minutes to wait until he could transform back into a human.
But even as a human, he began to wonder, would the make the kid afraid? Ferryl didn't want to frighten the boy in fear of being injured as a result, but being able to speak English again would make the whole communication process much simpler. Was there a way to communicate that Ferryl was- how would one put it- a werewolf? Truly, he was a gifted mutant... but sometimes he pretended he was right out of all those fairy tale stories his mother use to read him.
Giving another short bark, Ferryl whimpered in hopes that the teen would follow him to where he heard Peyton dump the clothes out so he himself could get his nasty wound cleaned and bandaged. |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on May 28, 2017 17:06:00 GMT
Peyton's generosity was rewarded when their brown eyes caught the movement of the wolf's tail. A sign of happiness common for canines and a positive sign for the teenager since it meant their presence was not frowned upon. However, Peyton would not doubt that their animal crackers was earning their stay in the cathedral and keeping the wolf from attacking them. They had gotten the box from a grocery store not long ago, but it seemed they had been sitting on the shelf for months considering the quantity of dust that had piled on top of the box. There were more back at the Aimon Settlement, they were meant for later munching. Their tendencies for lounging around the generator room made small snacks a necessity in order to work long periods of time, or more so hide within the building reading books in the midst of the loud.
As they watched the wolf, Ferryl noted how the wolf's ear flicked at the Russian word. Putting a word from a different language into a predominantly English sentence was likely to sound a tad strange, especially since they were not merely teaching the animal a word. Peyton wished they knew more English, it would be useful since most of the people of Nootau spoke the language. The wolf proved to be friendly with the way it tail legged and the tongue that lulled out of its mouth. All feelings of fright of their company ebbed, Peyton could tell that it was unlikely the wolf would be harming her. Being friends with a wolf seemed like an excellent idea, a wolf would not force them to talk and would likely accept silence. The nine more crackers seemed to make their company thankful and Peyton was pleased to find that. They continued nibbling on their own crackers until the bag the empty. They wiped the crumbs away with the back of their hand.
The bark and nodding confirmed that the wolf possessed intelligence, presumably from the Maras. It was a positive sign in Peyton's eyes, it meant that they could ask yes or no questions and get answers. Not to mention, the wolf would have better senses then they did. The band-aid question earned them another confirmation, and Peyton watched as the wolf began moving, giving them a quick glance back. Clearly the creature wanted them to follow, thus the teen rose from the pew and began to follow their furry friend. Peyton was uncertain how capable they would be with a larger wound, but their brain was turning, trying to think of how to bandage the wolf's wounded shoulder.
Their eyes analysed the wound while they followed the wolf, it appeared to be a bite wound. It would definitely need disinfecting and Peyton did not have any disinfectants on their person and going outside in the cold did not seem like a viable option. The teen began to think some more, perhaps the former residents of the cathedral had left some disinfectant behind in case somebody got injured on the premise. Their pace slowed as they got wrapped up in thought, but they shortly returned to their senses when the wolf barked at them. With a few hasty steps, Peyton began to catch up to the animal they were going to assist. Their eyes looked at the dark storage room, the wolf must have heard them dump that bin. Quickly, the teen fished out their flashlight and watched as rays of light splashed into the room. They entered slowly, opting to ignore the bin for a few minutes in search of disinfectant.
"I'm going to see if there is disinfectant first. Okay, druzhishche? Those look like some bite marks and bites tend to get infected pretty easily." Peyton explained while they slowly moved the light to touch the various shelves in the storage room.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on Jun 1, 2017 0:45:10 GMT
| Disinfectant. Yes, that was a perfect idea. Why hadn't he gotten up to do that in the first place? He wagged his tail again, agreeing in his silent way that it was a good plan. Sticking his nose to the ground, Ferryl gave a good sniff to see what he could find. It smelled like dust, old clothing, wood, and various other scents brought in by animals and survivors that were long gone. Some scents were fresher than others. Ferryl raised his head into the air, sniffing some more to try and pick up anything that contained alcohol or vinegar. It would be hard for him to believe that anyone would leave such useful things that could be used as first aid. He was certain that someone else had come in to loot the cathedral. But he supposed that if there was anything left, his nose would be able to find it.
The storage room didn't smell like anything useful... though he did discover there was some black mold growing on the walls. His nose wrinkled in distaste and he growled at it, angry that the rotten scent would sit there for a while longer. Giving Peyton a little bark, Ferryl looked towards the storage room exit and then back at the young teen. He was hoping it was made obvious that he was going to look elsewhere. If the kid decided to follow, that was fine with him.
With that, he moved swiftly out of the storage room, sniffing and sneezing from the dust. He was headed toward the bathroom. Ferryl didn't have much faith that they would find much, but maybe there was still some soap or hand sanitizer in the dispensary. Approaching the bathroom, he was pleased to find it was a push door. Anything that required pulling or turning a handle provided to be quite the obstacle in this form. Using his head, he wedged his way into the bathroom and jumped- as best he could- on the sink counter. The wound on his shoulder gave a pang, causing him to whimper and turn his head to give it a lick. The wound was radiating with heat, never a good sign. The thing really was starting to get infected. He should have taken better care of it when it first happened. Oh well, it was too late to regret.
Poking his nose at the soap dispenser, he discovered some residue on the bag inside. There wasn't much, but washing out the wound was better than nothing. So, to get Peyton's attention, Ferryl began to howl to get the kid's attention. The poor boy was going to have to get his hands dirty. But he figured he could help by laying down inside the sink as best he could. He was too big for it, of course, but he managed to maneuver his wolfish body so his bad shoulder was underneath the tap. |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on Jun 2, 2017 3:06:13 GMT
When they saw the wolf begin wagging its tail and sniffing around it was clear it understood that disinfectant was important. For a few moments, Peyton watched to see if the wolf would find anything immediately before turning towards the various shelves in the store closet. Flashlight in hand, they tipped the box's opening towards them and used their other hand to rummage through the various items. It appeared to only be filled with junk, like a small broken alarm clock that the teenager pocketed; the clocks components may come in handy for engineering. Everything else appeared to merely be useless demolished bits. When they heard their companion growl, Peyton glanced back at the wolf and shined their light over that way. They walked closer, naturally curious about what the wolf was growling at, and noticed the black mold.
"Yuck. Let's not touch that anytime soon," Peyton whispered.
They turned away and were about to start searching further until the wolf began looking at the exit then back at them. Peyton merely watched as the wolf made its way out of the store room, however, the teen stayed put. Even if the wolf found nothing of use, there could still be something the teen could use for themself or give to the settlement. They continued sifting through the various boxes, managing to score a small pocket knife in the process. They put the knife into their pocket and continued searching the storage room. The most they found as of medical supplies was an old box of bandages that had a questionable condition, but the teen placed it into their large pockets nonetheless. That was when a loud howl echoed through the church, causing Peyton to jump in fright. The wolf had clearly found something, which meant Peyton had to hurry. They grabbed a second clothing article then rushed out of the storage room, using their flashlight to see.
Quickly, they plucked the remainder of the white shirt that still sat quietly on the pew. With two shirts in hand, they made their way towards the washrooms with haste. They rounded the corner and found themself in a dark washroom and their wolf friend settled under a soap dispenser. They gave a brief flash of a smile before returning to their emotionless look and approached the wolf.
"Good work, druzhishche," they said.
Once they got closer they assessed the situation, the soap would be likely to work better with water. They glanced up at a small window that sported a hole in the glass. Without hesitation, they placed the shirts down, tearing another piece from the white one before climbing onto the sink counter themself and soaking the fabric. It would be better than getting their hands absolutely filthy by cleaning their friend's wound. When the cloth was good and damp, they jumped down and walked back over the wolf to get to work. They pumped a good portion of soap onto the cloth then gently brought it to the wolf's wound. They did their best to work carefully, but the flashlight did not produce the best light and they attempted not to harm their furry friend.
"Once we're done here, let's go back out to the main area. Easier to see," Peyton explained simply.
They worked on cleaning the wound for a while, but had to cease to check on the bite marks every so often. Once they felt the wound was clean enough, they stopped rubbing the cloth against it.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on Jun 5, 2017 18:20:15 GMT
| Ferryl watched as the young teen jumped up on the counter and soaked their torn cloth in some water. This kid was really clever, that made them an asset. His tail was moving slightly in delight, feeling grateful for once for running into a stranger. Without this kid, Ferryl would have been one sad wolf. His wound would have definitely been infected by the time he could transform again to deal with it. When the young teen jumped back down, Ferryl turned his head to look back at him.
When Peyton started washing his wound, Ferryl growled under his breath and winced. The soup stung, indicating it was doing its job in cleaning out the bacteria and potential infection, but it wasn't the most comfortable feeling. The cloth inside of the bite mark didn't help either. He flinched away but still tried his best to stay still. His tail wagged slightly, indicating he wasn't angry with the teen who was only trying to help, the wolf was just frustrated at the situation.
Once they were done, Ferryl wiggled his way out of the sink and jumped on the counter. With pure instinct, he shook his whole body, letting the wet water droplets fly off of his pelt. His tongue stuck out, panting lightly as he turned to look at his new friend. This kid was hoenstly saving his life. The wound was already feeling much better now that it was clean. As Peyton wanted, the wolf pushed his way out of the bathroom and into the main room where the light was a bit better. He padded his way to a pew and sat beside it, waiting patiently for Peyton to find a way to bandage up the rest of his wound. Honestly, it would be easier to bandage a wound on a person... and Ferryl was certain he had enough energy in his reserve to transform back... but would Peyton be scared? The kid didn't look too fond of company. Being an animal tended to help on that one. Ferryl was lucky he ran into a young person opposed to one of the older individuals who resided at Aimon. People with guns didn't take well to animals....
A decision would have to be made, he supposed. Should he or shouldn't he turn back? Well, maybe not... what if something went wrong? Er, tough choices. |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on Jun 7, 2017 0:23:21 GMT
Their makeshift cloth was cold in their hands and some of the water dribbled down their wrist, however, Peyton was indifferent to the coldness. They found their home back in Russia was a lot colder than Iona. When they looked at the wolf, he seemed delighted by their intelligence which made Peyton another brief smile. Animals had often times made them happy when they were children, they never expected someone to speak nor did they attempt to keep a conversation with the gender-fluid teen. Being a rather quiet person, Peyton always found an animal's company pleasant, or at least before Maras had made them frightening. Nowadays hanging around animals almost always meant certain death, especially when you were a regular like Peyton.
Despite their furry friend's growls, Peyton continued scrubbing away the dirt, doing their best to be gentle. It was almost as though they were unperturbed by the usually threatening noise, mostly since it seemed unlike to the fifteen-year-old that the wolf would bring them any harm. Although, the wolf did make it rather difficult with the way he squirmed which was likely due to the stinging of the soap alongside their scrubbing. However, he managed to keep their tail wagging which assured Peyton that he appreciated the cleaning of his wounds. This was clearly the start of a wonderful friendship that Peyton was okay with.
"Don't worry druzhishche, it will be over shortly," Peyton stated. "There, done."
After stating they were finished, Peyton grabbed the clothing articles before backing away from the sink in order to give the wolf room to jump down. They felt proud of themselves for helping the wolf and it only made them feel better since the wolf showed his appreciation. When their furry friend began to shake their pelt, Peyton's hands went up to block the droplets aiming for their face while they released shrill and girly squeal. Once the drops ceased flying, the young individual lowered their hands, knowing the wolf could hardly be blamed for the action that came so natural to him. They felt a little irritated, but it did not show on their face remotely and was released shortly afterwards. Their middle school and high school years had taught them to be tolerable and let go of anger hastily.
They followed the wolf out of the washroom and back into the main section of the church where they weaved through the pews with the shirts in hand. They sat on the pew while the wolf sat beside it, their thoughts on how they were going to bandage the canine. Peyton only had a rough idea, but at they began to analyze the wound they became uncertain. They face was indifferent as they thought about their attack plan for this wound. The first order of business seemed to be tearing of the remainder of the thin white shirt into strips since that would be likely to be useful than it was in its current stat.
"Tell me if you have any ideas, 'cause I don't got any solid ones," Peyton said as they made the strips.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on Jun 7, 2017 21:06:47 GMT
| The wagging of his tail slowed as it appeared his decision was leaning toward one answer: transform back. It was unfair to expect Peyton to know how to help him all the way to the dressing of his wound. Hell, the kid did so much already. It wasn't like someone so young could be a doctor or a vet. If Ferryl turned back into a person, it would be easier to communicate and to get Peyton to help him patch up his shoulder- that was something that would be easier given the way the kid had patched up their finger earlier. In addition, the two of them could exchange names and perhaps solidify their friendship.
But how in the world was Ferryl going to communicate to this kid not to worry during the transformation? It wasn't the most pleasant to experience, both for himself and for any of his witnesses. Bones cracked, body morphed, and in a few moments there was a man standing there- wouldn't that make anyone rub their eyes in awe? Looked like Ferryl became living proof that werewolves in his mother's stories were real.
Thinking of a way to keep Peyton calm, the wolf wagged his tail and stood, offering Peyton's hand a lick in appreciation. He was going to go back into the bathroom to transform, but didn't want Peyton to think some wolf man was hiding out in there the whole time. But then again, Ferryl could explain to him that he was the wold while pointing out his mutations, the bite on his shoulder, and so on. This seemed like the best option... but wouldn't Peyton follow anyway? This caused Ferryl to whimper to himself, choosing to simply back away and get it over with.
The wold stood, glanced at Peyton with an apology in his eyes, and walked forward until there was a good distance between them. He then bared his teeth as he concentrated, building up the reserves of transformative energy inside him. Suddenly, the sounds of bones reconstructing was heard and Ferryl grunted with the effort. The once glossy black pelt was turning into the pink flesh of a human, minus Ferryl's long hair that grew down his back. Ferryl let out a final grunt of effort while he completed the transformation, standing as a young man in front of his little hero. The parts that remained the same were his ears and his tail, which was still wagging like before.
Ferryl turned to Peyton, offering the boy his biggest smile, "Hey, thanks for helping me. I'm Ferryl. Can you, uh, still help me patch up my shoulder?"
He wasn't sure if this kid would yelp and run or what, but he was holding out that this neutral faced teen would stick around. Ferryl needed a few allies anyway. And hell, if this kid had a wolf friend, wouldn't that be cool? |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on Jun 7, 2017 23:44:53 GMT
Analyzing the wound seemed to be the best way for Peyton to think of a thorough strategy to wrap the injuries the wolf had obtained. Alas, it was rather difficult considering the young teen was far better suited for engineering based problems than veterinary ones. They had not even possessed remote interest in veterinary work that did not involve x-rays or various other technologies they had found interesting at some point. Bandaging for the canine species was never of the utmost importance for obvious reasons. Their attention had remained solely on their thoughts until the wolf licked their hand and began wagging his tail. Peyton furrowed a brow at the gesture, they were not done helping the wolf yet, so why the sudden appreciation? They were just about to return to tearing, when the wolf whimpered, which is what caused Peyton to glance back at him and note the look.
"No need to be sorry, druzhishche," they responded.
For a few moments, Peyton's brown eyes watched as the wolf retreated a few steps before barring its teeth. They were rather confused, until they heard the sickening sound of reconstructing bones and the begins of transformation. Instinctively, Peyton yelled out a swear in Russian in surprise and hastily rose from their position on the pew. They backpedaled a few steps, watching in complete shock as their furry friend transformed into a boy who appeared to be in their late teens. He possessed the similar features to the wolf except now a majority of the black fur had been replaced with flesh. Peyton was dumbfounded, but it barely touched their face, most specifically being in their slightly gaped mouth and wider than usual eyes. Although, it was rather rude, Peyton found themself staring at the wolf man in front of them, even as he spoke.
There were a few moments of quiet while Peyton began to analyze the situation. "You're a person..." Peyton said, stating the obvious. Their face went completely neutral alongside their voice, they had never been good working with people. Eventually, Peyton figured they should introduce themself, but kept it short. "Peyton and I guess."
The smile was reassuring, but nonetheless the young teen found themself feeling tight-lipped after discovering the true species of their companion. People expected conversation and asked questions, two things that Peyton tended to dislike. Thus why they preferred the overly talkative should they have to interact with someone since they would common times do all the talking. They slowly returned to the pew in silence, listening to the falling rain outside while they tore up the rest of the shirt into a single, longer strip. They glanced at their company, they were taller then them since Peyton themself was short. They had never liked being short, but it was something they would have to live with.
"Sit, you're taller than me," Peyton stated simply. Their voice lacked emotion due to their strange need to show nothing to people.
Years of bullying had left a thorough mark on the young teen. They pointed to the spot on the pew on the right side of them while moving the copious fabrics to the other side.
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Post by Ferryl Delorme on Jun 9, 2017 19:11:53 GMT
| Ferryl felt pretty bad for seemingly betraying his company. If he would have stayed as wolf, maybe this kid wouldn't be so closed off and disgusted with him. Heh, not like he could blame the little kid. With their mouth hanging open like that in surprise, Ferryl could hardly blame them. This young teen was assumingly a regular, pone from the Aimon Settlement, no less. They carried a gun and were very efficient in first aid. Was it so hard to believe that they wouldn't be hostile towards them now? 'You're a person' they had said. It sounded neutral, as if it was a fact they were telling themself. But if it wasn't for Ferryl seeing how Peyton was before being a human, he would have assumed they hated him. But it appeared Peyton was a very expressionless individual.
Without saying anything more, Ferryl gratefully walked over and sit down down beside Peyton. He made sure to have his shoulder facing Peyton before removing his shirt. It was soaked in blood anyway, definitely not something he could get out now due to its dried state. It just caused him to sigh to himself, tossing it on the ground in front of him with some annoyance. Oh well, there was always another shirt waiting for him somewhere out there. With his shirt off, one could really see how hairy he was.
Ferryl sat with his legs crossed, looking over at Peyton as they prepared the strips by ripping up the shirt. He figured he should have helped but neither wanted to get in the way nor did he want to have to talk more than he had to. Peyton didn't seem the type to appreciate chatter. Ferryl could respect that... but it was going to make their confirmed allyship much more difficult. The gears were turning in his head, trying to decide what to do or say. But maybe the best option would be to say nothing.
Clicking his tongue, Ferryl watched in silence. There were so many curious question he wanted to ask like where the kid was from, why he was wondering outside in a storm, was there a reason he travelled alone, etc. But these were invasive questions meant to be asked to friends. He may not be the most empathetic or knowledgable about other people's feelings, but Ferryl was certain he was reading the gender-neutral kid right.
But Ferryl felt a tug of fondness for Peyton in his heart. This kid reminded the wolf man of himself when he was younger. At 14 years old Ferryl had been on the streets fending for himself. It was much like this kid. Living on the streets pre-apocalypse was hard enough. Ferryl had to teach himself first aid, how to steal, how to avoid the cops, and many other tips and tricks. But that was before the apocalypse... now it was easier to be a nomad, he supposed, even though there were less options of helping oneself. It wasn't as if you could pop by a bakery in hopes to steal a fresh loaf of bread... not unless he wanted to sneak into the Aimon Settlement. That was never something that went over well. It seemed that every guard knew Ferryl as an outsider and would threaten him to leave before they shot. At least this kid had a place to go and assumingly things to eat. They did have those animal crackers after all.
"Thank you..." He finally decided to say. But left it short and simple. Ferryl didn't want to make Peyton uncomfortable, after all. |
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Post by Peyton Nikolaev on Jun 12, 2017 23:52:45 GMT
Never being one for the company of people had left the young teen lip-tight to the extreme. From experience, reaction warranted further teasing to horrendous points if Ferryl was that kind of person. As a wolf he had treated Peyton with kindness, but there was no possible way the phlegmatic teen could have known their thoughts or the things he would have said should he have been capable of speaking. Thus, Peyton kept their face blank and lacking of any emotions whatsoever. To them, putting emotions on display to an individual was a sentence to endless torment since people disliked the way they acted a majority of the time. Their eyes watched as Ferryl walked over and sat down while Peyton shifted to sitting on their knees in order to allow closer proximity.
Patiently, Peyton waited until they removed their shirt before placing the smaller strips beside them while the longer one remained clutched in their hand while the teen's eyes analyzed further; they easily noted that Ferryl was rather hairy. Then again, the teen supposed that would be expected by somebody who was essentially a werewolf. Blood still oozed from the wounds, which meant it would have to be quickly wiped away before they got to work. With the remaining scraps, which was mostly the collars and short sleeves, they wiped off any residue that may have remained on the wounds. They double checked to make certain the wounds were properly cleaned and once they were satisfied they began getting to work. The smaller strips were mostly used as padding in hopes that they will protect the wound while the longer one got wrapped around the shoulder the best Peyton could manage without having to use to much of the fabric. The procedure went on in a rather awkward silence, a sign of respect to their closed off personality. They noticed the wolf man glance back towards them, merely watching while he clicked his tongue.
The noise may have bothered some, but Peyton was indifferent to it since they did work in the generator room back in the Aimon Settlement. A steady amount of work was kept as they went through with their new plan due to the different form that Ferryl had taken on. They went under the armpit mostly and a little ways down Ferryl's arm to keep it in place. On the arm section, the teen used their small fingers to shove the remainder of the fabric beneath a few of the previous wraps. Lastly, they slipped out one of the smaller bandages they found to somewhat stick the end trail to the rest; they were also cautious to make certain not to catch any of Ferryl's hair in the process. Band-aids were mildly painful to take off for the average human and the teen could imagine it would be worst for the hairy mutant. Peyton was uncertain how well their bandaging job would hold, but it was definitely better than nothing.
"There," they stated simply. The teen did not bother mentioning their uncertainty, only time could truly test that.
Afterwards, Peyton slipped off the pew, they still had to check the remainder of the church for other unexpected guests. Once they were on their feet, they heard Ferryl thank them and only gave a nod in response. Their hand darted into their pocket and grabbed the flashlight they kept and clicked the button. The rays hit the halls of the church, revealing some old Bibles kept on a table by some stairs.
"I will be back. Haven't looked around yet," Peyton said as they began to walk. They debated a moment before speaking again. "You can come if you want."
The teen had to admit that exploring a creepy and rather damaged cathedral alone seemed like a scary idea and having at least somebody around seemed like a better idea than going alone. They walked slowly towards the stairs, that likely led to a basement of some sort, making certain they gave the wolf man time to catch up if he wanted to come.
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