Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

The Knights were off checking on their brethren and busy guarding the rooms that housed their healing enemies. Taking great care that war did not erupt within the very walls that housed their mistress. When the double doors of her anti chambers were opened she stood and a petite hand covered her small gasp. He was tall and barely conscious. The wound upon his chest caught her attention first a foremost. Lay him there, now. A hand gestured to the cushioned sofa. Strip him of his armor, bring me some supplies, and kept the guards out of here. They are already getting antsy as is. Close the door behind you. She said softly. The servants going to task as she had ordered. The heat of the flames beneath the mantle licked at what little exposed flesh she had. Her shadow dancing against the back wall as she watched as more wounds were revealed. A basin arrived with a rag. Linen wraps, and various bottles containing tonics, and salves. Thank you. You may leave now. She sighed only to have a short portly woman approach, but M' Lady what if he tried to attack you? You could hear the concern in her voice and the look upon the other faces told her that they all thought the same thing. Gabriella could only smile. He is almost dead and it will probably take a while before he can even feed himself Agatha. I promise you. I will be fine, just do not tell the Knights, lest my brothers be told and come knocking on our door. The servants knew it was pointless to argue with there mistress. While she was never one to yell, it was always hard to argue with someone with such a heart. She heard the door close and sat upon her knees at the male's side, observing his wounds once more. What did you do? She whispered to the seemingly unconscious male as though he could actually hear her. His chest was exposed, as was the gaping wound that went clear through. He was still breathing though and she went to work on his wound. Cleaning up the area carefully, applying a salve that contained a secret ingredient, and wrapping it tight. She had to ask for another set of hands for this task. She had to re wrap his wound several times due to his heavy bleeding and even through those he had yet to wake up, but he was still breathing. His chest was clean and any broken bones her had, she would not know of until he woke. She had a few conversations with him. Even to an unconscious being she was still 'Gabby'. By the next evening she had been asleep for a few hours in a chair. Lips slightly parted as she breath and a her fair complexion returning as her body used up her last meal. Chest rising and falling with each breath. The bouquet of the wolf blood still wafting in the air as the fire dies down over time. Just barely casting a glow. By now the Knights stood outside of their Lady's door. The servants were feeding both vampire and werewolf alike. Agatha making something for her mistress and hiding something for the Lycan beneath the try. As far as the portly old woman was concerned she didn't trust the knights as far as she could throw them. Long raven locks framed Gabriella's sleeping face as the discomfort of the chair was beginning to win the fight over her need for sleep and want for comfort. her slumbering mind completely void of the thought that the leader of her enemy occupied the same room. And here she was sleeping in a nearby chair. A moment where her brothers would have been right. Then again the more movement the werewolf made, the more he would bleed, making it difficult for the wound to heal. That is... if he managed to even live another day.