poor unfortunate souls

[This thread is backdated while Onyxia was in the dungeon.]

Treason was a big deal, and attacking a soldier for doing their job an even bigger issue. Calla was aware of the amount of trouble this prisoner had brought upon herself, but it was her duty to see through that all who were within their "care" would actually be cared for. The jail cells were cold, and a soft layer of ice clung to the bars. It was a terrible place to be at the worst time in the year. She got the report of what had happened between the prisoner and Sethos from the guards. She nodded her head, a blank expression upon her features. She knew that she should not show emotions in either way for the wolves involved with this here and now. She was escorted to the cell by two guards, and when she came upon the female in question - the one who had done such a dastardly thing - she was shocked. It shone in her eyes as she looked upon the female, laying on the ground. The guards did not see her reaction, and yelled to the prisoner to "get up!" Their call was highly unnecessary. One opened the cell door for her, and the other peered on outside, blocking the exit just in case. After he closed the medic in with the prisoner, he too left, letting Calla know that they both would be close by, should this one prove to be any trouble to Calla. “Thank you gentlemen, but I think I will be alright. I am just going to access the prisoner and make sure she doesn't die.” With that, they both smirked and walked out of the area. Calla turned to the female, “you don't need to get up, if you do not wish it. I am here to access your injuries and help you with anything you may need. When was the last time you had eaten or drank any water?” She started to look over the other, searching for any wounds that she could see right away. “Right before your eyes...” @Onyxia

**Rated R for Ony's foul mouth and thoughts.**

Hot blood pumped through her veins, her adrenaline still on high from the interaction with Sethos. It seemed she could not, and would not catch a break since the war. She would be faced with all the faces of those she wished many things upon, but was careful not to speak aloud. If there was one silver lining, however, it was the fact that Ahkoris Tiamat was dead, which now meant there was only one other she would keep in mind. Maybe those thoughts in her mind would come true, and Sethos would lay right there next to him.

Then she could piss on both of their graves at once. What a waste it would be to have to make two separate trips.

The guards manhandled her, as they did all the prisoners, because they tended to think their dicks smacked the innards of their thighs as they walked. Feeling as though they were all hung like elephants despite the fact their brains hardly took up the space provided to them. All brawn, no brain. A carbon copy of Sethos besides the fact they wore different colored pelts. "Vomit inducing," she grumbled as she was tossed into the cell, a subtle 'oof' rolled from her tongue at the impact.

They yelled to get up, but she would be damned if she was told what to do.

By men at the very least.

Another joined her, causing her orange hues to roll over her shoulder while she was met with a pair of softer eyes and an even softer tone. When the guards left the stranger would regard her, stating she did not need to rise, and when was the last time she consumed anything. Onyxia remained silent as she slowly rocked back up to her paws, assessing the woman before her with a squinted stare.

"I don't need your help," she spoke back bitterly. She knew that the woman was here to assess her as a Nurse, but regardless she served the military more than likely. She served Sethos, and all those who believed in what he did, and how they treated anyone who didn't side with them.

(This post was last modified: 06-28-2024, 07:26 AM by Onyxia.)

Calla was used to this verbal reaction to her appearance. She was seen as the enemy to all that would be forced to live in these conditions. There were many in the army that would have rather kept the rations for their own mouths than to make sure these prisoners got even a small morsel of food. Calla never had felt that way, nor would she ever. Hearing the bitter tone that came from the female's maw, it had sounded almost like Raith. She thought back fondly of him, wondering how he was doing, as he was no longer held a prisoner here. The female that had been with him was gone too. She hoped she would never see him again in these conditions, that she may someday find him out enjoying his freedom. But the ways of the lands shifted and things were not so easy anymore. Calla lowered herself to show submission to the other female, in hopes that this would allow her to be examined. “I know this place is dreadful, smells horribly, and you are not treated well here by the guards. Though I do serve the crown, it is also my duty to make sure that any who are in our care are actually well cared for. If you will please allow me to assess you, I can make sure that you are in fact, not injured or requiring anything to stop the scarring or bleeding, and anything else in-between. My name is Calla.” She offered her name as a way to try and break the ice between the two of them. She did not wish any ill on the other, she merely wanted to know if the girl needed her help. She felt bad for her, watching such a beautiful creature be trapped in such a small living space. “Right before your eyes...” @Onyxia

Onyxia was undeniably off-putting, and she would remain so even as the woman known as Calla offered an explanation for her presence in the dungeon. Her orange eyes locked onto Calla’s, and though she wanted to spit venom or lash out with the ferocity of a cornered beast, she found herself too drained. The emotional and physical battles with Sethos had left her exhausted, making it impossible to muster the energy for more conflict.

Despite her fatigue, Onyxia refused to let Calla get too close. As she had already declared, she didn’t need anyone’s help. She rose to her paws with a huff, her voice laced with defiance. “Your soldiers, Sethos in particular, intended for me to be in this state, so this is where I will stay.” She had been oblivious to the changes in her body and felt no different than any other day. The frequent aches in her limbs and the lingering nausea were merely symptoms of her poor diet, or so she thought.

“Just go,” she shot Calla frosty glare, dismissing her kindness as mere pretense. Onyxia didn't trust her or anyone else in these dungeons. To her, their motives were transparent—they only needed to keep her alive because disposing of her would be too much trouble. They could afford to feed her just enough to keep her breathing, which was enough to cover their own tracks.

Onyxia knew it wouldn’t be long before Ruel came looking for her, and even less time before he would free her. All she had to do was hang in there.

(This post was last modified: 08-20-2024, 07:37 AM by Onyxia.)

She let out a gentle sigh. This was going to be a complicated one. She would not give up. No matter how stubborn someone chose to be around her, when it came to her duty - what she had sworn to do - she would not give up. She gently shook her head from side to side, “Mr. Tiamat is not my soldier. Though I do work for the army, employed by the crown - I have a duty to the citizens, no matter what side they choose to be on.” She wouldn't say anything negative about a soldier, especially not to a prisoner. “Unfortunately, I will not be going until I get a full assessment of your status. We can do this the slow way, and we can make the process grueling, or get it over with quickly - I will get out of your fur.” She wanted it to be known that no matter what the inmate said, she was not going to leave. Not until she had gotten the information she needed. “Please...?” she asked kindly. All she wanted to do was to do what she needed to get done. She hoped the female would just allow her to do her work, and hopefully, trust her a little bit. “Right before your eyes...” @Onyxia

When she addressed him by his last name, a single ear flicked in her direction, her muzzle following suit. Sethos must have been some kind of hotshot in the army to be known by many and have his name backed by reputation. Tiamat. How she loathed it. She despised the very thought of it, hated speaking it, and couldn't stand being around anyone who shared even a trace of that blood. She inhaled sharply as Calla asked one more time to tend to her wounds. Ony’s nostrils flared; she was bothered, angry, overwhelmed. But she had a feeling this woman wasn’t going to give up. She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue off the roof of her mouth as she approached Calla. “Fine.”

Her ribs ached from the fight, and she honestly just wanted to sleep.

“Just make it quick,” she snapped, her voice softening slightly. “Please... I’m really not in the mood to be around you, or anyone else for that matter.” Lately, her mood had been unpredictable. Though irritable more often than not, she found herself particularly so now. She waited as patiently as she could for Calla to assess her, bracing herself for whatever grim news was about to come.

“He was my friend once,” she said, shaking her head, her tone still laced with anger. “But his brother and some woman named Sibyl tried to kill me in the war. And before you say anything, I know… it’s war. Trust me, I get it.” She blinked as a low growl rumbled in her throat. “But they should have just finished the job. Instead, they left me for dead, to suffer and succumb to my wounds. There’s no honor in that.” She exhaled sharply, a deep rage simmering beneath her calm exterior. She wanted to kill Sethos. She fucking hated everything about him.

(This post was last modified: 09-07-2024, 03:28 PM by Onyxia.)

Finally the female allowed her to get closer and to actually do what she had come down here to do. Calla got right to it, assessing the outer wounds and applying the medication required so she would have no terrible scarring. Most of her wounds were superficial. That was a positive and infection had not yet graced her coat. This was also a good sign. She moved as tenderly as she could, and trying to keep the patient's mind off of things, she spoke to her calmly. “What is your name? What is the year of which you were born?” Easy questions could help to make sure that she was capable of holding a conversation and approving of any needs that she may be asked. From the looks of it, other than some issues with her rib cage - the patient was in rather good shape. The patient tried her best to try and argue a point that Calla had never agreed with. “War is ugly and it makes good citizens do ugly things. Though I swore my allegiance to the crown in my much younger days, I did not, nor ever will - agree with the violence. There were few who lost their lives and that was too many. All of the soldiers and prisoners that were brought to me - they do not deserve such wrath for a war their own King would not fight.” She was matter-of-fact with her opinion and she felt that since this female had been soured by the army - she would not mind a little of Calla's opinions. “I promise to work efficiently and get out of your fur as soon as possible.” When she was inspecting Onyxia, a weird smell wafted over her nose. It was one that she had smelled before. She was shocked to smell it in a place like this. It did not belong here. “Oh,” she finally let out softly. It was not her place to ask, and she felt stunned. The rumors about the army were true. Was it really becoming common practice to lock up female individuals that were carrying another life inside of them? Calla took a step back, unable to say more as the realization washed over her features. “Right before your eyes...” @Onyxia

Her name and year of birth were requested by the woman looming over her, and though a wave of reluctance washed over her, Onyxia exhaled a heated breath and replied, “Onyxia, 1706.” The significance of this information confused her, but she had little energy left to care about its relevance. All she truly wanted was to rest, to surrender to the comforting embrace of sleep until Ruel whisked her away from this chaos.

As the woman moved closer, giving her a solid look over, she began to ramble on about matters of war, battles fought, and her purpose here. But none of it penetrated Onyxia’s weary mind. The words became a distant murmur, fading into the background noise of her exhaustion. All she could focus on was the promise of relief—the assurance that this woman would soon be out of her hair, leaving her to the peace she so desperately craved.

Onyxia rolled her head slightly to the side, catching the monochromatic woman’s gaze. “Oh?” she echoed sharply, the tone laced with irritation. “Oh, what?” Was there something wrong? Had she discovered a deep, infected wound or perhaps some hidden bite marks? The thought made her restless, and she strained to peer at whatever it was the medic found so captivating. But from her angle, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Just her weary form, battered but alive, waiting for the next move.

As the medic continued to examine her with a look that oscillated between concern and curiosity, Onyxia’s heart raced with a mix of dread and anticipation. She was oblivious to the fact that the news about to be revealed would take her completely by surprise. All she could do now was wait, clinging to the hope that Ruel would arrive soon and rescue her from this bewildering situation.