cape_kore | Day 109; Video 005

[Her body slams into the ground and her communicator turns on without her knowledge. The sun is setting, and the picture is dim.

There's blood splashed over it, and dripping past it from the injuries on her arm. Harsh panting comes over the line. Another hand, the fingers snapping back into alignment without any help reaches out.

Static covers the screen, and then comes back, covered with red hair with forming bruises blossoming on the pale skin. Blood drips off her nose, a tear follows it.

Brigid is trying to move, trying to get up, but there's a creak and she whimpers. The wind blows her hair back - strands stick to her face, in the blood, and against the bruises.

Static covers the screen again, blocking out the horrific mess her face is, and the black blood she just puked up. When it comes back on, she's mid-sentence and weak.]

--eed help. Derek, pl --

[The feed cuts out and doesn't turn back on.]

[OOC: Derek will be picking her up and taking her back to the lighthouse, she's not at the fountain and isn't sure where she is... so, she can try to talk.]

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All right, that I can do. It's -- , isn't it? Tell me -- about yourself Brigid.

[I'm a werewolf that just got almost killed by my Alpha. She doesn't say that, though.]

College student -- -istory.

Where do you -- dy?

[ He can only hope to keep her occupied until this illusive Derek shows himself. ]

Boston.

[She can never go home, either. And that sucks.]

Started -- junior year of high --. Have plans to -- Dublin.

Ah, Dublin is sple --. sister and I spent a few months there for -- mas. The bars are the best in --.

Don't drink.

[She doesn't like the taste and since she can't get drunk, there's no point.]

Stud -- -elic. Masters degree, hope-

[ People who don't drink are as foreign to Charles as people with happy marriages. ]

What do you plan -- done?

Teaching. Coll-

[She's also translating the book. That's all. History Keeper for whatever pack will take her.]

That sounds nice.

Do -- any hobbies?

[That almost draws a weak smile.]

Cook -- translating.

Are you sure?

[She's not sure she's comfortable leaving that up to chance.]

... you need to let us know when he gets there. So people know you're safe.

Ah, a chef!

[ She doesn't look good. Where is this Derek? ] What are your -- dishes?

Enchiladas.

[A deep breath. She loves cooking.]

Fish and chips.

--ings.

Yes, sure.

[She doesn't want others to see the minor wounds healing so rapidly.]

Is there any sign of -- ? [ He's worried. Surely she needs medical attention. ]

[She relaxes.]

Coming.

Are you sure I can do -- -- help?

[ Out on a run across the beach, Derek slows as he takes note of the few seconds of feed before it cuts out completely to dead static, but even without it he would know that scent anywhere, and when he catches it on the breeze, he turns around and heads straight for her without a second thought.

The feed didn't allow him to see much, but he's seen enough to know the sooner he finds her, the better, and he's ready to rip someone's throat out for the state she's in.

In his beta form, running as fast as he can make his legs go, it doesn't take him long to reach the opposite end of the beach, finding her in a heap by the docks with the scent of blood thick in the air.

Slowing, he approaches carefully, holding his hands out as if to show he's not going to hurt her, even though his nails are extended with the thought of a threat nearby, he crouches by her, face tight with rage and concern. ] Brigid?

[She cracks open blood encrusted eyes. Her face is a mess, her clothing worse. Everything is bloody and slashed to shreds. Brigid swallows, flinching back for a moment.

His scent reaches her quickly and she tries to take a deep breath, but it hurts too much. She manages to roll her head and cough out... something. She doesn't even notice now.]

Derek? Alpha... I challenged.

[There's tears in her eyes, because she doesn't know what to do or say. She's been tossed out of her pack for a lot of reasons, and not the least of which is that she took on the Alpha.]

Derek...

[Static but there's a brief flash of someone else there before the communicator is off.]

[ The black blood from her body trying to heal itself terrifies him with worry, because it's never a good sign, but he doesn't have access to anything here that can help heal a wound from an alpha more effectively.

As soon as the words are out, Derek is kneeling do by her side, his hands gingerly touching where he can't see bruises or blood, and there's instantly black veins creeping up his arms where he's absorbing what pain he can to help.

His voice is soft, a little broken from where he's trying to keep a strong front for her sake, and he wants to gather her into his arms and take her somewhere he knows is safe, but he also doesn't want to cause her more pain. ]

It's okay. You're safe. I'm here. [ Carefully drawing her hair back from her face, which comes away soaked in blood, he shifts out of the way behind her ears. ] Where's the worst of it?

[The loss of some of the pain drains some of the tension away. She takes a breath that isn't hitched with pain, or with blood. She never thought it would be this bad. She's fought with other wolves before - pack squabbles are normal - but she's never been so thoroughly trounced by anyone.]

He broke my leg, my ribs.

[Without some of the pain her voice is steadier.]

Rest is minor.

[ He growls at the mere thought of someone doing this to her, but he's already looking at the state of her leg, eyeing up her front as if he can see through her shirt. ]

I need to get you back to the lighthouse. [ He pushes himself up back into a crouch, arms wavering awkwardly as he tries to figure out the best, quickest way to be the most efficient at scooping her further. ] Are you okay to let me lift you?

[There's honestly not much shirt left. It's mostly claw marks and blood. She hadn't worn the bomber jacket because she hadn't wanted to risk it. The question makes her swallow hard.]

Just do it.

[She grips the messenger bag with her good hand because that is never leaving her.]

[ His gaze drops to the bag as she seems to cling onto it that much more firmly, and he frowns at it, but he doesn't ask; he can do that later, when he knows she's healing and he's got her cleaned up.

He does as she says, though, taking another moment to build up to it before he's gathering her in closer, an arm curling under her knees and the other wrapping around her.

He hoists her up and then he's running as fast as he dare without jostling her too much. ]

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