Post by Wes Uccello on Nov 28, 2010 21:49:59 GMT -8
Time: Day 2, Morning
Weather: Raining
Warnings: Some blood/gore
Characters: Wes Uccello
That morning, Wes awoke to the sounds of rain and screeching raptors.
He'd gotten at least a little bit used to this. The birds had been acting up a bit in the rain; they weren't accustomed to there being this much of it, he figured. When he'd arrived, the early-summer weather had been quite fair. Even though he'd braced himself for the famous Washington rain, there hadn't been too much so far, and the birds definitely seemed bothered my the suddenness and severity of it.
They sure were loud this morning, though. Loud enough that the screeches and rattling chain link had woken him up before his alarm. What was going on? The falconer scrambled to throw some clothes on and try to see what was bothering them.
He emerged from his house, with hair unbrushed, shirt untucked and shoes untied, and rushed over to the mews. Fumbling with his keys and looking for the one to unlock the door, he got the distinct feeling he'd have a migraine in a few minutes with all the noise they were making. Resisting the urge to to yell "shut up!" he got the door open and was somewhat surprised to find that there was nothing inside to bother the birds.
A little frustrated, he slowly and carefully approached the loudest of the three; the eagle, currently off her perch, rattling the chain link that lined the walls. Putting on his calm voice, he tried to talk her down. "Hey, it's okay, calm down..."
The eagle seemed to settle down a bit and at least stopped moving, perched but seeming as if cornered. Wes kept up the gentle voice and got closer, still trying to calm her down, extending a hand...
This turned out to be a mistake. She lashed out, keeping a firm grip on her perch but lurching out to try to take a chunk out of his slightly exposed wrist. "Son of a-"
He yelled and quickly jumped back, gripping his wrist until he was a safe distance away to assess the damage. It wasn't as bad as he thought from the amount of blood streaming through his fingers; no chunks missing, muscles still intact, most of the damage on the outer bony part. Still, bleeding. A lot. Not to mention painful.
Slightly hesitantly he left the birds to their own again, venturing back out into the rain and locking the door behind him as he headed back into the house to patch himself up. Inside, his attention was split between him going "Oh my god I am bleeding all over the place get a bandage on this" and "What's gotten into her?"
As he reached his first aid kit and began treating the wound, however, the shock and adrenaline began to wear off and he was more distracted by the pain. He got his wrist disinfected and wrapped up, but decided that it would probably be a good idea to stop by the hospital. If only to get some painkillers.
Weather: Raining
Warnings: Some blood/gore
Characters: Wes Uccello
That morning, Wes awoke to the sounds of rain and screeching raptors.
He'd gotten at least a little bit used to this. The birds had been acting up a bit in the rain; they weren't accustomed to there being this much of it, he figured. When he'd arrived, the early-summer weather had been quite fair. Even though he'd braced himself for the famous Washington rain, there hadn't been too much so far, and the birds definitely seemed bothered my the suddenness and severity of it.
They sure were loud this morning, though. Loud enough that the screeches and rattling chain link had woken him up before his alarm. What was going on? The falconer scrambled to throw some clothes on and try to see what was bothering them.
He emerged from his house, with hair unbrushed, shirt untucked and shoes untied, and rushed over to the mews. Fumbling with his keys and looking for the one to unlock the door, he got the distinct feeling he'd have a migraine in a few minutes with all the noise they were making. Resisting the urge to to yell "shut up!" he got the door open and was somewhat surprised to find that there was nothing inside to bother the birds.
A little frustrated, he slowly and carefully approached the loudest of the three; the eagle, currently off her perch, rattling the chain link that lined the walls. Putting on his calm voice, he tried to talk her down. "Hey, it's okay, calm down..."
The eagle seemed to settle down a bit and at least stopped moving, perched but seeming as if cornered. Wes kept up the gentle voice and got closer, still trying to calm her down, extending a hand...
This turned out to be a mistake. She lashed out, keeping a firm grip on her perch but lurching out to try to take a chunk out of his slightly exposed wrist. "Son of a-"
He yelled and quickly jumped back, gripping his wrist until he was a safe distance away to assess the damage. It wasn't as bad as he thought from the amount of blood streaming through his fingers; no chunks missing, muscles still intact, most of the damage on the outer bony part. Still, bleeding. A lot. Not to mention painful.
Slightly hesitantly he left the birds to their own again, venturing back out into the rain and locking the door behind him as he headed back into the house to patch himself up. Inside, his attention was split between him going "Oh my god I am bleeding all over the place get a bandage on this" and "What's gotten into her?"
As he reached his first aid kit and began treating the wound, however, the shock and adrenaline began to wear off and he was more distracted by the pain. He got his wrist disinfected and wrapped up, but decided that it would probably be a good idea to stop by the hospital. If only to get some painkillers.